[Sam Tyler] Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?

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Who: All Play!
When: Day 28, early morning, immediately following "Tabula Rasa!"
Where: The Staff cafeteria
Invited: All amnesiacs
Status: Complete

Hangover or no, Sam already knew that he was good at observing people and situations and drawing conclusions. (Makes sense for a copper.) For some reason thinking of himself as a police officer filled him with pride.

The group followed the Asian -- (Probably Japanese) -- man down more drab corridors. "Somehow I don't think we're on holiday," he volunteered, earning a few chuckles from the others. "That would be one explanation for why a Londoner, another Northerner, an American, and a Japanese man are in this... structure." He'd gestured at each of his companions accordingly. "According to my badge I'm Detective Inspector Samuel Tyler from Manchester. You've no idea of your names?"

"'Fraid not," the gangly Northerner said cheerfully.

(Another addict? Or maybe we're all nutters,) Sam wondered.

The cafeteria was unremarkable except for the people who'd already gathered: an American soldier, a beautiful blonde in a hospital gown, a half-clothed, shapely brunette being chatted up by an equally handsome young man, an exceptionally tall young man holding a nearly empty liquor bottle, and a burly, scowling older man who looked ready to snatch the bottle back.

Remembering his reflection in the mirror Sam was beginning to feel downright ugly. At least he had the drunkard and the big-eared Northerner to keep him company.

The Japanese man stopped a short distance inside the wide, tiled room. He bowed, saying "Konichiwa."

The few who hadn't noticed their arrival turned in surprise. Then the older man who wanted his bottle back threw his head back and laughed. "Kamakaze to you too, Nip." Sam blinked at the man's callousness. "Anyone 'ere speak English? Or better yet, cook?"

OOC: If I forgot anyone or if you want your character to be in the cafeteria already, just holler.

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"We speak English, but don't know if I cook." Rose spoke up after looking at the very rude man as if he were something she scraped off her shoe.

"We were told to meet in here, so someone's in charge. Hopefully someone who knows what this is all about. I'm right sure I don't like waking up not knowing who I am." The Doctor pulled a chair for his female companion, and she smiled at him as she took the seat across from the DI.

He wasn't about to mention that he felt a tickle in his mind, beyond his evident psychic connection to his girlfriend?wife? Something musical and confused pulling at him. But while it was felt it was just out of reach. Evidently he had forgotten how to access it.

[Faith]

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Conversation died as a group of people wandered into the room. A cute Asian guy led the parade of odd people into the room. They all stood out for various different reasons and Faith figured that not a one of them would be easy to ignore in a crowd. Her attention was particularly drawn to the tall, gangly man with oversized ears. He had a presence that just commanded attention.

Then the drunk British guy made some racial crack.

Faith rounded on him with a growl, "It's the twenty-first century, Pops and any cop who didn't want to lose his badge or get his ass in a sling keeps that kind of shit attitude to himself. And nobody here is your damn short-order cook, either. There's a woman over there hurting, and that makes your drunken racist ass kinda secondary."

Faith leaped off the table, briefly wowed at her own grace and then glowered at the loud mouth Brit. "So shut the fuck up before I shut you up. You wanna eat? Go cook it yourself."

As her tirade wound down and she stalked toward the chick in the hospital gown, Faith replayed her words.

(How the hell do I know it's the twenty-first century when I don't know anything else?)

[Isabel]

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Isabel studied the new arrivals, but none of them were familiar to her. Judging by their accents, they came from all over the place. Isabel frowned briefly. She had no idea where she came from.

Figures I'd forget that along with everything else, I suppose. At least it's not just me.

She chuckled as the barely-clad and rather stunning brunette gave the rude Englishman a thorough dressing-down.

"That showed him," she said as the young woman approached. "I guess you don't know who you are either, do you? I've got no ID on me. No pockets in these awful clothes."

[Millie] I have arrived!

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Millie followed the sound of conversation to the doorway of a room that she saw was full of strangers, including a clot just inside the doorway. This, she figured, must be the cafeteria in which everyone was supposed to gather. Millie walked through the doorway, announcing her arrival with "One side! Outta the way! There are people walkin' here!"

People moved out of her way with differing degrees of haste. She got a lot of curious looks. She figured most of them were the same curious looks she was giving everyone else. The appraising "do I know him/her?" look. Or in Millie's case, the "Have I slept with him/her?" look. Embarrassing as it was, Millie had to wonder about the women as well as the men, given where she'd awakened.

Some might be due to the wet hair and generally damp appearance that she and her companions presented. Millie, Coppertone Gal and Studmuffin had taken very, very quick showers before hurrying off to find the cafeteria. Millie had had to crack the whip over Coppertone and Studly; they had looked ready to do it again right there in the showers.

The indulgent grins they gave her when she yelled at them hadn't improved her mood any. Neither did the fact that it was jealousy as much as embarrassment that prompted her to interfere. Watching them warming up had left Millie wanting to join in--and she was sure she'd have been welcome--but the notion of such a public display of affection left her cheeks flaming.

(Not that it always stops you,) a tiny voice reminded her. (Remember where you woke up....)

Millie spotted the dark-haired woman she'd woken up with just kneeling besides a blonde woman in green scrubs with bandages on her feet. Her bedmate noticed Millie, Coppertone and Studly at the same time. She waved and said, "Hey, lovers! You finally made it! Figured out any names yet?"

Millie slapped a hand over her face. "Oh god...."

[Jack]

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Millie was obviously more confused than a simple bout of amnesia. She was obviously getting turned on in the showers, but refused to play a quick game of "who screams loudest". In fact, she was pretty adamant no one play at this point. He just couldn't understand getting turned on and not flowing with it if the other was willing. Still there was something endearing about it. Kinda blushing virgin, but from this morning... kinda not that.

"Nope. Still only know Millie's name. But I think I want to be called Alan... or maybe Chad. Do I look more like an Alan or a Chad?" He looked from Millie to green eyes.

[Coppertone Girl]

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Chloe let her hand drift from the small of Studly's back down to his nice, firm tush. She gave it a friendly squeeze. "Alan," she said, "definitely an Alan. But I'll call you anything you like," she added with another squeeze to emphasize the point, and waggled her eyebrows at him in what (she hoped) was a lascivious way.

Millie had lowered her hand, though she was looking a little red faced at the moment. She peered from Studly's face to hers, then leaned back and glanced down at where she was copping a feel. Millie rolled her eyes and made an annoyed sound.

Crossing her arms and pouting--Coppertone suspected that Mille pouted a lot--Millie asked of the room at large, "Does anybody here know who they are?"

[Gene]

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"Twenty-first century? D'you take a knock to the 'ead or something?"

He trailed off, "Samuel Tyler's" words finally clicking. Time to shrug off - or at least ignore - the hangover. "DI Tyler? DCI Hunt here, also Manchester, though I can't say as you look familiar. Did you meet the fella who wants us to meet in here, then?"

The younger man, who might well be his subordinate, sounded patiently tolerant rather than simply reporting the facts, indicating the Nip for some reason. "No, sir - this young man passed the message along."

"Oh, and I suppose you understand his every word, eh? Thought not." Hunt scowled. "Well, this mystery man had better bring some fucking answers with him."

He stood, fought the swimming sensation in his brain, then stalked towards what could be an external door. Yanking on the handle, he blinked in the bright morning sun. This was not right, not right at all. This was a fucking jungle.

"Where on God's green Earth are we?"

[Isabel]

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((OOC: When did they install an external door in the cafeteria?))

"Nobody knows!" Isabel snapped, finally managing to get to her feet, although the pain was rather unpleasant. "Nobody remembers who they are or where we are or why, and nobody's got any idea what's going on, so stop asking pointless questions and start figuring out answers."

She held up a hand when he started to speak again.

"And if you don't have anything helpful to say, you might be better employed seeing if there's anything here we can eat. You're not the only one who's hungry." As if on cue, Isabel's stomach growled. Her feet provided a stab of pain as a counterpoint and she winced. "Some painkillers wouldn't go amiss either, if anybody's seen any?"

[Sam Tyler, Dean]

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"Hey, Gramps," Dean called. "Let's stay together, a'ight?"

Hunt rounded on him. His off-balance wobble made the big man's growl lot less intimidating. "Oi! Watch your tone with me, boy." Dean rolled his eyes and sniffed.

"Right then," Sam said as he walked to the open door. "Everyone just cool down. I'm sure whoever suggested this meeting will arrive soon." Standing between his superior -- (Please don't let this Neanderthal be my CO) -- and the doorway, he added, "Sir, let's not add another variable to the equation. Enough is uncertain already."

[Daniel]

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Daniel had to drag the geeky scientist from the make-shift geek lab. He wasn't being rude when he thought of it as a 'Geek Lab,' considering that was what the sign on the door said. He actually had to grab the man and drag him physically along by the arm after his first three attempts to garner cooperation ended up with the scientist finding one last reason to run back down the hall.

"Do you remember who you are?" Daniel demanded of the man.

"Yes, I'm ... I'm Rodney McKay!" The man shifted arrogantly and folded his arms across his chest. As he did, the glitter of a chain reflected off the light. Daniel reached and the man stepped back, "What are you doing?"

"Did you know that before or after you read the dog tags around your neck?" Daniel asked, partly amused by the man's antics.

"After. I mean, before. I mean -"

"Look, McKay," Daniel spoke slowly and patiently as though to a small child, "You've experienced a sudden and complete loss. You're not the only one, so please just come with me."

"I'm a genuis physicist!"

"You remember that?"

"No, but I know things and this stuff in here ... well, it's advanced!"

The argument continued all the way to the cafeteria. Daniel blinked at those gathered there, glad to see that the Japanese man had managed to herd a good number. Of course, he wasn't glad to feel all eyes turn to him and he stood tensely in the doorway. "Um, I'm Daniel Jackson," he pulled his dog tags out and waved them before the swell of questions could start, "Does anyone else happen to know who they are?"

Beside him, McKay continued to grumble.

[Blaise]

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"Yeah," Blaise said. "Parker Blaise."

He'd checked his arms for tattoos and found none. A vaccination scar on his left shoulder and a small waxy scar on his right forearm that looked like a burn scar. But no tattoos. Alan had had a good idea, though.

He eyed Alan's companions. They were both women, which...surprised him, given the way Alan had looked at him. (Guess he switch hits,) Blaise thought. (Maybe they all do,) he thought, given the dark haired girl's greeting. Millie was presentable enough, but it was the woman with the glittering green eyes who really caught his attention. She had a physical presence that a blind man couldn't miss; you couldn't miss her when she walked into the room.

Then Blaise forced himself to get back to business. He displayed his dog tags again. "My name is on these tags. Anyone else here wearing tags?"

[Kenzaki]

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Kenzaki checked to see if he was wearing any dog tags. For some reason, he knew what they were, though that was odd, given that he had no clue as to his name and where he was from. He could remember that he was from Japan and spoke Japanese. He had no clue where other than that, though.

He didn't understand most of the English, but checking for the dog tags was a natural idea that even he could figure out, since some other people were doing it. "No dog tags," he said, only somewhat disappointed. He didn't have any clue who he was, but the notion that he was in the Self Defense Force didn't make sense either.

[Gene]

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"DCI Hunt, police. Same goes for DI Tyler over there."

The fact that he didn't even know which division Tyler was in didn't faze him. Nor did the fact that he'd been an unmitigated pain in the arse for the last few minutes: if four-eyes here wanted to assume some kind of authority over the masses, he could fucking have it.

"The lass here needs painkillers, maybe more judging by those feet." Gene indicated she of the loose clothing - what kind of fashion that was, he had no idea. "Don't suppose you happen to have a first aid kit?"

[Dean]

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just jumping in again...kinda lost for the moment. I think this is the active thread

Dean hadn't been saying anything mostly because he just couldn't seem to get his mind off of Francis (for some reason, he was very worried about him) and his eyes off the beautiful brunette who obviously was not afraid to speak her mind considering the way she took down the old man.

"Very nice. I betcha you are a gymnast." He said with much admiration after watching her graceful moves.

[Daisy]

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"What, so nobody can see that guy but me?" "Millie" demanded, looking around at everyone.

Daisy fidgeted uneasily. The man beside her--the man she'd been in bed with--noticed. "Something wrong?" he asked very quietly. Then a wry grin pulled one side of his mouth up. "Something more, I mean?"

Daisy hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I see him too."

"You see the invisible Frenchman?"

"He's not invisible," Daisy objected. "He's right there! How can everyone else not see or hear him?"

Daisy was about to reply when the Frenchman's tone changed abruptly. She looked at him. He was staring at Millie with his mouth open. He pointed from Millie to himself repeatedly, asking something. Then he grinned in vast relief and started babbling questions judging by the tone. Millie looked slightly alarmed and took a half step backward.

The Frenchman cried for joy and rushed her, catching her up in a bear hug, swinging her around as he babbled happily. His voice competed with Millie's insistent demands that he put her down. Her discomfort must have gotten through to him for he set her down again and took a step back.

He continued to babble. Millie shook her head repeatedly. "No speaka de French," she said. "No hablas Englais!"

[Kenzaki]

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Even though he didn't get much of what was being said, Kenzaki obediently got in line. The man who spoke Japanese told him what was going on after a quick query, and so he signed his name. "Kazuki" didn't sound quite right, but it felt close, and he could remember it until he got his name back.

He'd checked his pockets, but there was no identification. Instead, there was a playing card of some sort, a fancy playing card that had the word "Scarab Undead" on it. The 10 of Spades. Apparently it meant something to him, but he couldn't remember what.

In the meantime, he hoped the search would go on soon so he could find his name and which bedroom he lived in.

(OOC: Kenzaki's stuff is in the storage room, except for the Scarab Undead card, which he carries on him.)

[Isabel]

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"How'd you erase that?" The shorter of two men who looked to Vikki like they ought to be related asked. Vikki - definitely not her real name - glanced at the pad again, now in use by the next people in line, and shrugged.

"I don't know," she said. "I just did it. Just something I can do, I guess. It's like..." she looked around, then put her hand flat on the table and concentrated. Waves of colour flowed from her touch, and within moments the surface of the table was a cheerful yellow. She looked back at the two men and frowned.

"Why do I get the feeling that this isn't something anybody else can do?"

[Alia]

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After writing 'Liz' on the pad, her own name still eluding her, Liz overheard some of the conversation that the woman who called herself Vikki was having, and couldn't help but notice when she turned the table with the pad on it a bright yellow which reminded Liz of kindergarten furniture.

Did I ever go to kindergarten? How do I know about it?

"I'll say," she said. "That's impossible."

"Well I just did it."

"You did, but it's impossible. Or so I would have said before just now, anyway." 'Vikki' was looking baffled.

"But... are you sure you can't do it? Try."

Liz shrugged and put her hand on the table.

"What do I do?" she asked.

"Just... change the colour."

Liz willed the table to change colour. Nothing happened.

"See? I can't do it."

Several other people were watching this conversation with interest, Liz noted.

"I suppose while we're on the subject of impossibilities," Liz said, "does anybody have a theory as to why I have no idea who I am, but I can look in the mirror and be absolutely convinced that the body I see looking back at me isn't mine?"

[Oona]

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"No identification found so far. I think Pearl would be fitting for now." Oona offered as she added the name to the headcount list.

She moved away a bit to sit down. Standing was starting to make her thighs throb with agony.

Oona's eyes went wide as Millie actually floated and spun for a moment. Something had lifted her up and moved her. The invisible Frenchman?

"Um... I speak French. Some of my thinking is in French. But I can't hear him." Oona wasn't going to doubt he was there after that little display. They had a disturbed psychic child here, so why not an invisible man? If this was some sort of science lab or experiment.

[Mayday]

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((OOC: Yay back from class.))

May had been standing not far from the blonde when she was whisked up and spun around by invisible hands. Just before it happened she had that odd tingling sensation in her spine - like a warning - and instinctively stepped to the side just in time to avoid having the blonde's elbow swung in her face. "Whoa! Okay, there is someone there, and -" she stopped. "Hey. I think I kinda felt him coming. At least enough to know to get out of the way before I could get smacked."

She was writing as she talked and wasn't paying attention to what she wrote until she looked at it. "Mayday? What the? Some kind of nickname?" She shrugged, put quotes around it, and wrote May Parker beside the nickname, as well as American. She thought for a second, then added (New York City?) beside that. Well, it made sense with the Midtown High School ID.

[Faith] The Name Game

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"Damn, I sure hope your boyfriend wasn't watching last night," Faith laughed as Millie was literally picked up by thin air. Faith felt an odd tingle at the back of her neck and the base of her spine, but it didn't feel dangerous. It did, however, feel real enough for her to believe in ghosts.

Except that believing in ghosts didn't seem to be hard to do at all.

"Well, I know where I woke up," Faith continued, moving closer to Millie, but not bothering to lower her voice at all. "You think we're all roomies, Millster, or maybe we just rotate rooms?" She gave the blonde a saucy smile and reached out to smack her lightly on the ass.

She pointedly ignored the glare and yelp of surprise. "So, I need a name. What do you think? I'm kinda partial to Buffy."

Millie recovered her dignity long enough to blink at her. "You are not a Buffy."

"Yeah, not blonde enough or bimbo enough," Faith agreed. "How about Hope? Or Diana?" She looked over to the red head and the way too pale girl, "What do you think? Am I a Diana? Or maybe a Gina?"

[Ami]

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Ami decided to stay where she was while Scott signed the list. While there was something oddly comforting about being surrounded by a number of people in the same position as she, being jostled and bumped wasn't high on her to-do list. Ami had no fears regarding touching people – touching the girl and the older woman showed that the rush of hormones evidently only attached itself to Scott – but she didn't feel the need to put herself in the middle of the action.

She observed her fellows quietly, first focusing her attention on the red haired Yank and his Aussie – unless she missed her guess at the accent -- girlfriend/child-bride/wife and their young son. (I didn't even have to ask what sex he was.) Yet another oddity to examine later. The man in question looked her way more than a few times, and they had a meeting of the minds and decided that they needed to talk later.

/We don't exactly need privacy, I guess,/ the American observed, /But despite people seeing people who aren't there and changing furniture colors, I don't see anyone screaming 'I'm telepathic.'/

/Did you hear the other one? There was someone else -/

/Is anybody out there?/ came the prompt as if on cue.

/That someone else?/ Ami could hear the laughter in the other man's 'voice.' /Yeah, kid, there's someone out here. Two someones./

Indignation and insult roiled into Ami. She winced slightly from the volume of the retort. /I'm not a kid./

/Of course you're not,/ the other American responded. /You're what? Seventeen? Eighteen?/

The annoyance grew. Ami turned her head. Peering through the crowd she spotted the teen glaring at the red head from across the room.

/You aren't a child, you're right,/ Ami intervened quickly.

/And I don't need to be patronized./

/Fine,/ Ami rolled her eyes. /Honestly, I'm only trying to keep the peace in my head./ Best not to mention how much it felt as though he was new at this, particularly when she didn't have any evidence to back it up. /Would you at least be willing to talk to us later? After things settle a bit?/

He met her gaze and then quickly looked away. /I'll think about it./

/Good enough./

[OOC: sophiedb, hope this works okay for you. I figured Jon would be surly and resistant.]

[Scott]

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Scott kept an eye on Ami from his place in line. He almost 'said' something when she winced with pain, but only looked in her direction. She, the redhead with the hot young wife/girlfriend and baby, and the surly teenager all were exchanging glances, some more obviously than others. (The 'blokes' she heard, Scott surmised.) Between the general chaos in the room -- (How often do you see a well-endowed albino speaking French to a pouty lesbian's ghost friend?) -- and Ami's growing annoyance, he decided to leave her be.

When Scott reached the head of the line he blinked from the table's garish yellow. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the drab complex. Shaking his head, Scott added his and Ami's names and nationalities to the list.

[Bond]

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Bond walked up to the table. The table which had turned bright yellow with a wave of the cute blonde's hand. (Nifty trick, that,) Bond thought.

He took the pen from...Scott, it looked like. Then he leaned over to sign his own name: James Bond. He hesitated over nationality. He sounded American to his own ears, but that didn't seem right somehow. But that's how he sounded, so that's what he went with. American

Then he stood up and looked around. At the magically color-changed table. At the moody blonde who apparently saw things nobody else could see and who had either been accosted by the invisible man or was possessed to judge by the way she'd risen into the air and spun around for a moment before dropping to the floor again.

Bond worked his jaw for a moment as he thought, then whistled piercingly, cutting through the hubbub. When everyone was looking at him, he started talking.

"Look, I like to think I'm as cosmopolitan as the next man, but doesn't it strike anyone else as pretty fucking weird--pardon my French--that Vikki here can change the color of a table just by waving her hand over it? Or that Millie there is doing a damned good imitation of a seance right here in front of god and everybody?"

"I'm pretty sure that's not normal. Am I alone in that? Anyone else want to ask just what the hell's going on here besides the obvious?"

[Isabel]

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"What's odd about it?" Vikki asked. She'd seen the name the man had written down - 'James Bond' - and he'd done it with enough confidence for Vikki to assume that he'd found some ID. "I sort of thought everyone could do that, or this..." she pointed at a chair and mentally lifted it a foot or so into the air. More surprised looks came her way.

"You seriously mean to say that you can't?" She asked.

"Yes, we do," 'Liz' said, her scowl looking quite out of place on her otherwise rather beautiful face. "It's not normal at all."

"How odd," Vikki replied, setting the chair back down. "It seems normal to me. Vestiges of our real identities, perhaps?" That notion gave her some hope. "Perhaps, for those of us who can do apparently unusual things, our abilities seem perfectly natural when we can't remember our pasts, which would surely be quite heavily influenced by such an ability."

((OOC: Not to say, of course, that anybody else feels the same way Isabel does - it's Vilandra's past which is providing the naturalness of her powers because everyone has them where she came from))