happy halloween

[realitymods]

[You wake up in a bedroom. You don't remember it. That's strange. At least the dressers have your clothes in them. There is a hospital ID bracelet on your wrist with your room number, just in case you forget.

Why don't you go outside, wander around? Explore your floor, go down the stairs, check out the other rooms?

You could introduce yourself!

Oh, wait. Introduce yourself? You can't. Because you don't remember your name. You don't remember anything.

Sorry about that.]

[ooc: OCTOBER PLOT, SUCKERS. The hotsprings resort is described here in full]

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[decrypts]

[801 spends a good bit of time poking around his room before he comes out into the hall, confused as all hell and wondering just what in the world the bracelet on his wrist means.

and where it came from, but that's something else entirely.

but now he's out, looking around, brushing a hand back through his hair and .. well, wondering just what the hell to do with himself.] Hey, uh .. anybody around?

[derp.]

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ The man will hear the distinct sliding of a door towards the stairs: room 808, out from which a redheaded young man comes out, looking a bit lost. He raises a bandaged arm at the question. ]

Count one here? Um--

[ He has many questions, some more worrisome than others, but better start getting them answered. Little does 808 know that this is one of his favorite places... ]

This might be a strange question but-- are we at an inn or a hotel?

[decrypts]

[if you're looking lost, man .. that makes two of you.

801 peers over, offering a kind of lopsided grin. they're both in the same boat, so it doesn't help to be anything but friendly.] Well, at least I'm not alone around here .. but .. I think so? I mean, it looks like one.

[he looks around, still confused as anything.] This might be a weird question, but .. do you remember your name? Cause I .. can't remember mine.

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ Oh something in common! Good-- I MEAN. 808 chuckles, uneasy. ] I don't know what I'd do if I just found myself alone, to be honest--

[ And that question. It's a good question. Who is this "I" 808 is referring too anyway? There's a breath's pause and -- ] I... wow, uh. Now that you mention it, I-- I can't. I should know, you should know but--

Hells this is weird. Do you remember where you're from? Or anything like that? Your favorite drink maybe?

[decrypts]

[well there's nothing wrong with having something in common, even if it's looking lost! at least you can be lost together, right? right.

but the fact that the other doesn't seem to remember his name either .. that doesn't sit well with him. 801 has no idea what in the world is going on, but he doesn't like the sound of it. why can't he remember his name? where he's from?] I -

[pause. headscratch.] To put it simply? No. I don't remember a damn thing.

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ Yes. Together. It's a good thing. But this whole business still isn't. After a few moments of trying to ponder things, Kiran heads out towards the hall that leads to the stairs -- ] Maybe we can ask? I mean, surely there are people managing this place, right?

[ When there are gaps, you try to fill them in. ]

[decrypts]

[together sounds like a pretty damn good thing, if you ask him. he's all for it. so he's following the other pretty quickly, catching up to him before he has a chance to go down the stairs.] We can ask, sure .. there really has to be somebody around here that knows something, at least. Because I don't really like the idea of that not being a thing.

[eloquent? yep.]

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ It's eloquent enough for Kiran! As he heads down, he pauses at a landing, taking a look at his bracelet. More to himself -- ] Eight--

[ Then to the older man as he holds out his wrist, where "808" is written. ] Do you have one of these?

[decrypts]

[and then he's holding up his own wrist, brandishing the bracelet that labels him as "801".] Guess it's all we've got to go on as far as who we are is concerned, huh?

[snort.]

[vengefulagent]

[803's awakening isn't...the nicest. On top of being confused and wondering why he feels weighed down, he has a helmet on his head and the sudden appearance of something around his head puts him into an immediate panic. Whiiich leads to him bolting out into the hall, his hands clutching his head.]

Argh, get this thing off me! I can't get it off!

[Sorry York, but he doesn't really hear your question.]

[decrypts]

[well at least he hadn't had that problem. he probably would have been just about as weirded out as this man seems to be, and he watches him for a second as he shoots out into the hall clutching his head.

why is this guy wearing armor, anyway? hm ..] Hey, hold on a second and I'll help you -

[he steps forward, trying to get a good hold on the helmet that's freaking the guy out.] You have to be still, though!

[vengefulagent]

[It takes him a second to process that there's someone else there, but once the other man's words break through his panic, he stops flailing around.] Just--just hurry up! [803 forces himself to remove his hands from his head though he really, really doesn't want to, but if he wants help...]