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Oct. 4th, 2011 01:44 pm
[identity profile] a-civil-service.livejournal.com
Cut for Mr. Petrov's introspection, which he frequently indulges in. )
1: [Action]
[Mr. Petrov, in some ways distinguished by the obvious reddish scar covering half of his face (although his long hair obscures some of it, making it much less obviously resemble a handprint) is out shopping, mainly for cosmetics. He has no memory of how, precisely, to select or use them, but they seem like the best and easiest way of concealing a scar, so he's determined to find the best product for the best value. He is on a budget. One can find him puzzling his way through cosmetics counters and beauty stores, for the most part avoiding the questions of salespeople, though now and then he turns to one to ask a pointed question of his own.

When he breaks for lunch, eating his sandwich in the park, he's weary, but he's had some success, as indicated by the small paper shopping bags at his side. For a moment, loneliness overtakes him, and he wonders if there's anyone at home he cares for. He would like to have someone to talk to. Instead, he feeds a few breadcrumbs to some birds that have gathered and remarks to them idly:]
Best to be patient. I'll know sooner or later.

2: [Video]
[Later, having dealt with his problem to the best of his ability, Mr. Petrov, his complexion with an artificial yet unscarred appearance, addresses the network for the first time.]

Good evening. I'd like to introduce myself to you, my fellow sufferers, if you'll forgive me for using the term. My name is Petrov. Other than that, I have absolutely no idea who I am, but for now, I believe I can safely say that it's a pleasure to meet you. If nothing else, I'm glad to know I'm not alone in this curious affliction.

[He gives a small smile.]

I hope you'll be kind enough to introduce yourselves in return. I'd very much like to learn more about you and your experiences since arriving. Thank you.
[identity profile] thekoistiger.livejournal.com
1

*Yuri -- and quite possibly anybody else in the apartments around the two -- will find themselves awoken by the most ungodly sounds of crashing and breaking things. Investigation quickly reveals the source in the apartment's kitchenette. The stove is broken, and the counter looks like a boulder crashed on it. And in the middle of it all, keeping his hands to himself? Kotetsu. Glowing blue like a bug zapper.*

...Hey, uh... what do you say we eat breakfast out today?

2

*And so, sometime after this little disaster -- with a now normal Kotetsu -- he's in a diner somewhere in town, a cup of coffee and a rather greasy breakfast in front of him, looking at his hands.*

Ah... I think I'm remembering now. Geez, what a way to remember that...
[identity profile] magicgunworks.livejournal.com
[It's been a few days since Mami arrived in Sirocco, but this is the first time she's bothered checking the network. It seems there are other people like her - people suddenly appearing without their memories - so she saves the default WHO WHAT WHERE HOW WHY questions for later. No need to get repetitive, right?

But she does want to introduce herself, so after a moment of thinking up a good conversation starter, she speaks.]


What does it feel like for everyone else? Losing your memory, I mean.

For me, it's... almost like standing in the middle of an unlit room. You know there are things placed all around you, and you should know what they are and where they should be... but it's too dark. So you wander around trying to find something, anything, in what you think is a familiar spot. But it's empty, so you lose your bearings. And you just keep making it worse by continuing to look around.

[She sounds so lost in thought right now, it's almost like she doesn't realize she's talking to other people. Care to bother her?]
[identity profile] notaluchador.livejournal.com
[ACTION]

[The amusement park had been fantastic! Jaime didn't exactly know why he felt like a little kid amongst all the other people, but he'd felt right at home with the bumper cars and the ring-tosses and had even managed to come home with a couple of prizes. Except in retrospect, taking home a giant stuffed beetle may have not been the best option.

Cue Jaime attempting to take it out of the apartments... except it's a little unwieldy, even for him, especially since this thing's like five feet tall. Even for a "cute" stuffed beetle, it had its limits. Although Jaime plans on taking it to the local orphanage/shelter/goodwill, he didn't really bother to go look for a map before he left...

So he might be wandering all over town with this ridiculously oversized giant stuffed beetle that nearly blocks his face. Good grief, maybe he should've thought this one through.]


[AUDIO, made after the initial trek]

Hey guys. Sounds like most of us're in the same boat, so I'm going to outright admit that I'm one of y'all. Anyone planning on grabbing some anemoi anytime soon? I wanted to go explore and look, but I don't feel like doing it by myself.

If you want to meet me, just let me know! The more, the merrier, right? Oh right... I'm Jaime! I hope I'll see you guys around soon.
[identity profile] wontdieifkilled.livejournal.com
[Action]

[There's a new arrival. He's wandering around a small portion of the city -- mainly in and near the labs and the apartment building. He's looking around as if seeing everything for the first time, so it's clear he isn't one of the natives. Eventually he returns to his room in the apartment and pulls out the smartphone that was given to him upon his arrival.]

[Audio]

Hey, I'm new here, and I've got a question. How many people here showed up without their memories and were given a job by the local government?

[ 01 ]

Sep. 28th, 2011 04:24 pm
[identity profile] futureoriented.livejournal.com
[ The camera focuses on the ground for a second before Homura adjusts it to focus on her face. She looks blankly into it before a bit of curiosity edges its way into her expression. Her voice is quiet but audible. ]

I don't know anything. ... all I can do is believe what I am told.

How did I get here?

What really is this place?

Who am I?

I have a lot of questions with no answers. All I can do is listen to what these people tell me, and believe.

I think that my name is Homura. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am new here. [ She bows deeply. ] ... I don't know where I learned to bow, how to speak, or where this name comes from. I simply know it, perhaps as well as I know how to breathe. It's a peculiar thing, but I have no choice but to accept it. It feels like the truth.

... I have a few questions for anyone listening. For anyone who has the time to answer.

Who are you?

Do you have any theories on what this place is?

And... do you want to remember?

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