2nd Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

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Meg had no idea who she was when she woke up this morning. She was also very hungry when she woke up this morning. She figured the second problem could be solved more easily than the first so she left her room and explored a little until she found a kitchen. A few minutes later she was cooking bacon, eggs and toast.

Turns out she's an great cook. Awesome!

[It's a common room, so open]

The Roof; Saturday Afternoon.

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It had been an odd sort of morning, really. At least, Adah could only assume that it wasn't exactly normal to awaken and have no idea who you were, where you were, and what you were doing there, beyond waking up. In fact, she could only assume that she was even Adah. Waking up confused, the first thing she thought to do was scour through the room for signs of identification: she dove into the books, the notebooks, that she found around her for insight into who exactly she was. She could discern that, barring any odd sort of displacement, her name was Adah Price and she, thankfully, took very careful logs and journals of things, but they were so confusing. Aft first, they looked like a foreign language but, quickly enough, it became evident that, if these were in fact her notebooks, she had a bizarre obsession with writing backwards and being...generally overly nonsensical. If this was her, it only left Adah even more confused. She then decided to walk around, trying to get something, a gleam of a memory from her surroundings, and had been wandering the island all day, only to find nothing. Top to bottom, bottom to top. She was back on the top again, the roof; the air was nice up here, and she had another one of this Adah person's notebook, trying to find some sense of self within.

"Ada, of essence, the is that, broken and bent, slant it, tell, but truth! the tell!" she read outloud from the notebook cradle in her hand, frowning at it as she paced back and forth. "But what the hell does that mean?"

Perhaps nothing; perhaps everything...Adah planned to pace until she figured it out.



[[ OPEN as roofs can be! Just an OOC note (and kind of spoilerish): it gets discovered that Adah's disability is mostly all mental and can be fixed; it's only so persistent because of how she remembers being told she couldn't walk and thinking that it was impossible. Having, of course, forgotten this influence on her behaviour because of Tabula Rasa, she now walks and speaks....somewhat normally ]]

Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon.

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There was a very large Mexican who didn't know who he was trying his best to disappear behind the side of the couch opposite the door, despite the fact that it didn't seem to be working very well.

It might have been best not to ask, but it had a lot to do with the fact that, when he woke up not too long ago, he had woken up to a thing with no hair and great big bulging eyes trying to eat his face.

In the cat's defense, Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun (pause) the Third was merely trying to give Chad the usual morning-afternoon greeting, but he didn't seem too bothered when Chad didn't react the usual way, curling up on the bed and going back to sleep as Chad shouted stuff and left for his new, current hiding spot.

And he was determined that no weird naked creature thing was eating his face.

He kept peeking out from behind the couch that wasn't really hiding him at all to begin with, just to make sure it hadn't been following.


[[ oh, geez. SO open.... ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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It had been an interesting day, so far. Kabuto and Ino had handwavily explored the dorms a little bit before finally coming back to the common room on their own floor. A break was in order before they went off anywhere else, however.

Kabuto sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him. "Let's take a little break, Ino. We can explore outside a little later. Sound good?"

Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon

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Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

The Gym; Early Saturday Evening.

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After a lot of stretching and warming up, the boy who thought himself to be someone Bolton based on the stuff he'd been searching through all morning in the room he woke up in was ready to head down to the gym and practice. He woke up not exactly feeling himself...or, he could assume that much, as he didn't know who himself was. He knew his roommate had to have been an artist or something, since there was paintstuff all over the other bed and the room looked kind of artsy, but on the side of the room he'd woken up in, there was sports stuff, and jerseys and thing, so he at least knew that much. And lube, which was a little weird, but he figured that had something to do with the artist roommate. Since someone Bolton couldn't remember anything else, he figured he'd better get his athletic butt down to the gym to make sure he hadn't lost all his awesome basketball skills.

Outlook was appearing pretty badly, though, as he constant shots, pursued with what he thought was the utmost personification of grace and skill, were all failing. "Come on!" he shouted at the basket as if it were its fault, but then again, what did he expect? Of course it was going to be an off day. He should have known that the moment he had woken up with no memory...

He was still trying, though.

[[ posted with a certain encounter in mind (lol, of course), but definitely open if anyone wants to drop in before them in the timeline. ]]