Main Campfire, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

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[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin had weaponry and semi-precious stones in his belongings. Which was... a thing.

Yeah.

"Oh," he said upon coming across another person in his perturbed wanderings. "Hello."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille (who wasn't aware this was her name) looked up. "Good morning." Perhaps she knew this short man.

"Are you lost?"

This was the first question that came to her mind.

[dwarvenswagger]

He was just a little short. Honest. Nothing weird about it.

"I--I'm not certain. I woke up here." He glanced up at the strange sky. "Wherever here may be."

[crimson_sister]

Well, she was taller.

"I believe it's the world," she said. "Unless that isn't specific enough. Do you have books? I have three of them."

[dwarvenswagger]

"No, I did not see any books when I woke. Do they explain something of this place?"

And why he didn't know it. Or his own name.

[crimson_sister]

"The world seem very different in the book I'm reading," she said. "And love seems very complicated. I don't think I'm in love with someone, so I wouldn't know if that's the same here."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Which does not help my predicament at all." Yes, Thorin. Everyone was in that boat. Calm down, pal.

[intotheout]

Tip had found a notebook first thing upon waking up this morning, which turned out to be really incredibly useful, as it immediately identified herself as "Tip Tucci" (a kind of stupid name, but she didn't feel like a thief, so she figured it was probably hers) and explained that she had an alien best friend she wrote a lot of letters to and little diary entries about. Which she'd been sure must be fiction until she looked up and noticed she was in a bubble staring at space.

"Hey," she said casually as she came up to the campfire. She didn't want to tip (ha) her hand too quickly about the amnesia thing. Maybe she and this girl were friends, or maybe they hated each other. Or maybe they'd never met. She'd have to play things by ear. "How's the book?"

[crimson_sister]

She looked up at the girl. "I like it," she said. "It's about love, and love seems very complicated. Have we met before?"

If they had, perhaps this girl knew her name. It would be nice to have a name.

[intotheout]

If this girl didn't know here than they must not have met. "Don't think so," she said. "I'm Tip."

[crimson_sister]

"I don't know my name," she said. "I was hoping you did. At least you know your own." Looking down at the book, she added: "Do you have any books?"

[intotheout]

"You don't know your own name?" What was the odds of two teenage girls with no memories waking up in space together?

Okay, admittedly once you had any one of those details going, the others didn't seem quite as weird anymore. Maybe it was a big alien conspiracy. They were abducted as part of an experiment on human memory. . . .

"I have a few books," Tip said. "The one on top has an alien on the cover."

[crimson_sister]

"I don't," she said. "How do you know yours? And an alien? Is the book about love too?"

[snipsnspecks]

And now a Togrutan who wasn't just confused about her own memory loss, but also feeling weird muffled echoes of quite a few others' confusion (not that she was aware that was what the latter was), was making her way down to the campfire.

There was clearly nothing that could go wrong here.

[crimson_sister]

She had no idea what a Togrutan was, or whether she had ever met one, but perhaps they knew each other. That would be quite helpful.

"Good morning."

[snipsnspecks]

Well, this one was tall, horned and orange-skinned. "Morning," she said absently, rubbing a montral.

In addition to the general confusion, there seemed to be a remarkable number of humans and only humans about, that seemed wrong, somehow.

[crimson_sister]

"Excuse me, but do you remember your name?" It might seem like an odd question.

[snipsnspecks]

Only to people who could remember. "No, actually, it's kind of weird."

[crimson_sister]

"I can't remember mine either," she said. "Forgive me, but are you human at all?"

That seemed unlikely, but perhaps she was mistaken. She couldn't remember her name after all.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had nothing in her bunk that would tell her who she was or what she was doing here, and a bubblehut was not a typical place to wake up in. So she decided that the best course of action would be to find people.

"Hello," she called. "Do I know any of you?"

[crimson_sister]

"Good morning," she said. "I wouldn't know, as I don't even know my name. Do you know yours?"

Only Tip had known hers, so far, and she hadn't known much else about herself.

[thatwaslucky]

"No clue," Rey admitted. "But at least that means we're not alone in that?"

Still an eternal optimist.

[crimson_sister]

"Does that make it better?" Still a pessimist, over here.

[thatwaslucky]

"Yes. It's better than being the only one who doesn't know who you are or what's going on, don't you think?" Rey asked.

[crimson_sister]

"I would prefer it if someone knew me and could tell me who I was," she said.