happy halloween

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[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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[tricksterofthelord]

[Sweet!]

["James" grins back accepting the handshake.] Brosnan all the way, Bob! He could pull the 'blue steel' just perfectly and thus forever will be my hero.

Kinda strange I can remember that but not who I am or what I'm doing here, tho'. What about ya?

[bit_impossible]

[He pulls a face, tugging on his ear] Well, I can also name the next thirty-nine Bonds, but I stopped at Craig else I'd be here all day, not to mention every single Bond girl and the various actors who play Q and M. And that's just one tiny tidbit of film knowledge I've got bouncing around in the ol' noggin! [He lets out a small sigh] And I couldn't tell you why I know all I that.

[tricksterofthelord]

The next ones? [Raises an eyebrow.] Are ya some kind of movie genius, pal? Or just... shittin' me... Cuz I totally ate all that up.

[bit_impossible]

Genius, yes. Movie genius, maybe. [He blinks for a moment, marvelling at how easily he stated that. And it feels right. He is a genius.]

And I wouldn't josh you about Bond films. Just wait until they go into space! Ohhh, the planets they'll go to! Though, well, they never get Mars right. Lovely place, Mars, even if the people are a bit, well, frigid.

[tricksterofthelord]

[He squints his eyes and he's eying the other.]

Dude, no. Ya can't have that. Ya can't see the future and know 'bout space, that's cheating. Pick only one. [Because REALLY? This sounds more like some messed up roleplay than a real conversation to him.]

[bit_impossible]

[He blinks, taken aback by that, and his eyebrow shoots up.] What? I don't see the future. I just know that happens--and there is a big difference between that and clairvoyance, emphasis on "big". As for space, well, that's another matter entirely, isn't it? [He shrugs.] It feels natural.

[tricksterofthelord]

[Now, just bear with "James" for a few moments while he's eying you for a while, "Bob".]

You... do feel strange, an' don't ask me how I know that, bro. Good for ya, good for ya.

So what the hell's happenin'?

[bit_impossible]

["Bob" merely shrugs innocently and touches his own cheek] I feel pretty normal to me. Oh well!

[Moving on...] You know, I wish I knew! I mean, it is very exciting not knowing who I am and yet knowing all the things I do. It's sort of like someone purposefully targeted a specific part of our minds. But who would do and why? [He falls silent for moment, thinking.] Well...your guess is as good as mine.

[tricksterofthelord]

["James" just rolls his eyes.]

Someone wanted us to forget only who we are?

[Frowns. But then nods approved.]

I must say it's brilliant. We must be some bad ass motherfuckers, bro.

[bit_impossible]

["Bob" nods knowingly.] Exactly.

Well...brilliant yes! All the rest of that, though, well...[He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.] That remains to be seen.