Moving day!

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[Isshin currently has no possessions beyond the clothes on his back (black slacks, white jacket, red and yellow hawaiian shirt) and his fancy new phone and ID, so moving in was easy. He sits around for a few minutes in the empty room, not sure of what to do, then goes out exploring. After an evening of exploring the city of Sirocco, one may find him at a texmex restaurant fiddling with his phone.]

[Video]

Helloooo. Can everyone see this? I guess they can.

Call me Isshin. Guess I'm on the same boat as all of you.

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[Backdated to September 25]

[Confused. Befuddled. Perplexed. All of these words relate to Yomiko’s expression as she wanders around the carnival, taking in the sights and generally trying to not get in anyone’s way. Clearly, someone does not know how to feel about everything that’s going on. She’s only going to be doing one of the two things:
A) Wandering aimlessly just looking at things. Any eye contact made with other living breathing life forms will result in her ducking her head and apologizing
B) Staring up at the rides from below with a distant, pondering look in her eyes.]

Mystic Nocturne

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[Action A; backdated to Saturday evening; for Gintoki]

[After a long day at the amusement park, even the excessive amounts of cotton candy Jr. had eaten were wearing off. Sleep was sounding like a really good idea, so he headed to his room to rest... only to find that he wasn't alone anymore.]

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

[Action B; video]

Gaignun Kukai Jr., huh? And I'm the son of the director of some place called the Kukai Foundation. Wish I could remember what kind of place it is...

Anybody else remember anything neat?

[Action C; outside somewhere]

[Now that the amusement park had faded and taken its exciting distractions along with it, Jr. was anxious to try out the lovely twin pistols he had arrived with. He's not stupid enough to actually fire them, but he can't resist twirling them and posing like a total dork.]

☁ 01

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[Nura. That's her name. ...right? Right. Well, it's the only thing she knows right now, besides that, and the strange ring on her finger...with the L engraved on the top in gold. At least...real gold, right? Well, anyways, Nura is heading toward the teleporter, eager to start collecting anemoi whatever way. There's an unsettled feeling within her that strongly dislikes the idea of being without memory, which Nura finds quite odd since she can't remember exactly why it would unsettle her so badly.

Pausing at the teleporter, she sweeps her long white hair into her hands and then ties it into a ponytail with the one tie she'd been given by the people who had found her. She stretches the band too tight and it snaps.]

Crap.

[She looks around.]

Anybody got a hairband?

Beautiful Memories

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[Once the distraction of the theme park was over and all the adorable stuffed animals put in various places in his room, Ruby started to go through all of his things that were on him when he arrived. In the bag there were various looking berries, a complete, large sewing kit, a small first aid kit, a couple of changes of clothes, and two pairs of glasses.

In his pocket, however, were some strange tiny balls. He spent some time examining them, as they were familiar as all hell to him, but he couldn't quite place it. Then suddenly Ruby knows exactly what they were and, more importantly, just who were inside.]

Nana, Coco, Zuzu! Mimi, Ruru, Popo! I'm so sorry I forgot about you all!

[As their names are called Ruby tosses out the balls and immediately hugs the varied creatures they appeared. And as they are in the apartment, lots of noise can be heard around the room.]

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[Audio]

Hey, uh. Did anybody else remember anything?

[Action]

The very first memories I get are of a pet cat. Then, THAT SAME DAY, said cat shows up in my apartment. "Coincidence" doesn't even begin to cover this. This had to have been deliberate. They thought I'd need these memories so I could take care of the cat without confusing him by calling him another name.

...Or I could just be overthinking it. I do seem like I have that tendency.

[Kyon is in the living room of his and Danny's apartment. A calico is perched on his lap and purring contentedly as Kyon strokes him.]

Oh. Whoops. One more thing.

...I wonder if me forgetting that was just a lapse in short-term memory or this place at work.

No. Wait. Stop. Okay. I'm just. Making myself paranoid now.

[Audio - Filtered to Danny]

Hey, Danny? You...won't have a problem with a cat in our apartment, will you?