first case

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I've been told that usually recent arrivals announce the few details they remember about themselves over the network. It seems like a rather pointless tradition to uphold, seeing as we're all suffering from severe cases of retrograde amnesia.

Then there's the anemoi--what exactly do they do, besides function as currency and an exchange for our memories? In fact, how did our memories disappear in the first place? I don't see any reason for the "gods" to knock us unconscious and somehow cause our amnesia.

S

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[So after that lovely text has been sent out to the network, Sherlock is off to familiarize himself with his surroundings. And by that I mean he's wandering around the town, memorizing its layout and anything notable about it. To anyone who's been here a while, the way he's analyzing the place screams "newbie", but at the same time, he's somehow managed not to get himself lost.

Want to talk with him? Careful, you might be surprised by what he has to say to you.]

Comments

Research FTW!

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[Like he needs anything more to add to his ego.]

5th century methods, to be exact.

Snarky bird is snarky

[nomen_est_numen]

Finally, his scepticism kicks in.

"You got all of that from the soot on my feathers, did you?" he asks archly. "Pray tell what depths of information my moustaches hold!"

Well, probably nothing, except to corroborate that 5th century theory, along with his robes. Jeez, Shen, you're a dead giveaway to anyone who actually bothers to look.

Well, everyone's a bit snarky these days.

[solvings]

You're an aristocrat, at the very least, who may be obsessed with the 5th century, especially with the way they made fireworks.

[Never mind the fact that he's a talking bird.]

[nomen_est_numen]

"Hardly, I've barely studied history--there isn't... much... to...." he trails off as a thought hits him. "...much to study."

His eyes dart from one random thing to another as his thoughts whirl furiously. "No... no, I definitely recall these things being normal, everyday occurrences.... Something about it is too natural...."

[solvings]

[...huh, that's a surprise.]

Like what, for instance?

[nomen_est_numen]

"The chemical scents... they make me think of home. Even though I can't remember what home is at the moment. And this...." he plucks at his robes with one wing. "It feels too... normal. As though I've worn it or something like it for ages. The way I put together the fireworks feels almost instinctive."

He stares at the sidewalk for a few beats. "I thought my lack of facility with most of these everyday machines was due simply to the memory loss but now... I'm not as sure."