At room 306

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

After meeting with someone at the Perk today, Jack is confused. Somehow, in a blink of an eye, the weather went from September-cool to really, really cold and snow on the ground.

Shaking his head, Jack heads for his dorm room. Classes are just starting up, but he wants to get a jump on things.

But when he reaches room 306, none of his things are to be found. He drops his bookbag and scans both sides of the room. Nope, nothing of his.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demands.

[[Open for _notanumber and psycho_barbie to defend their room, or anyone walking past to hear Jack yelling.]]

What's Going On:
Jack's memory has been wiped back to Sept. 8th. As such, if you met him before that date (first couple days of classes, etc.) he'll know you. But he won't remember anyone after, and he won't remember anything that's happened after.

Comments

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Sleeping for a couple of days sounds nice," Jack says, a bit wistfully. "Maybe if I go to sleep, I'll wake up and all my stuff will be back."

[chasingangela]

"Why are you looking for your stuff in Six and Callisto's room?" Angela asks. Then she remembers why Jack looks sort of kind of familiar. "Oh, wait. Weren't you Six's roommate for a while? Like, back at the beginning of term? I think I saw you then."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha. Funny. This *is* the beginning of the term, and I am Six's roommate. Odd chap that he is."

[chasingangela]

"Okay, can I be honest? I still don't get your joke about it being, like, the beginning of term," Angela says. "Must be the cold medicine. I have no idea where Six is, anyhow, I hardly see him."

Concern enters her eyes. "You do know it's December, right? I mean, did you get bit by a gremlin or something?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't know it's December. Because it isn't. It's September. We've got three months until December." Jack's looking at her oddly. "Okay, so the question is, are you crazy, or am I?"

[chasingangela]

"I honestly have no idea," Angela says. "I mean, I took kind of a lot of cough syrup ... and I wouldn't put it past this place for time to reset and have me miss it."

She thinks. "Okay, before I came here, I went to geology -- and we had our final. I went to ethics -- and Ms. Maclay said it was the last class. I stopped by the library, and Zero and I talked about Chicago and Christmas shopping. So I think it's been December all day."

"What did you do today, Jack?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Woke up this morning, got trapped in a booby trap, got out and went to Speech class. That's about all I remember. Then I was in a coffee shop, and it was cold outside."

[chasingangela]

"It snowed last week," Angela says absently, tucking a piece of hair behind one ear. She shivers. "I don't kno, maybe you should go to the clinic? Could you have, like, hit your head or something?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm beginning to feel like it," Jack admits.

[chasingangela]

"It's either that, or a gremlin bite, or I'm crazy, or you, like, can travel in time," Angela says. "None of which are that weird here."

[OOC: Can we assume Callisto enters and Angela leaves now? I don't want to step on plottiness, and I'm sure it's easier on you if the conversations happen in some kind of order.]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, because, uh, that would just be silly." Jack shakes his head, and then notices that a really, really hot blonde has entered his room. "Nice to meet you, Angela. Thanks."

[chasingangela]

"Nice to meet you, too," Angela says. "That's Callisto, maybe she can help about your ... stuff. Go to the clinic, okay?"

She waves goodbye, still looking a little worried, and heads to her criminology class.

[OOC: NP. I can't believe this is the first time any of our characters have talked.]