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[angel_crow]

[People wandering around the park may notice a familiar - or in some cases, unfamiliar - boy sleeping on a bench. He appears to be drooling and mumbling something about apples.

Or at least, he was.

Until he rolled right off of the bench, that is.]

Wah!

Wh-what happened...? This isn't where I fell asleep... And how come it's so cold...?

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[thelostseraph]

. . . C-Cooro? You've returned.

[angel_crow]

Huh? I returned? But... I don't remember a place like this...

Umm... How do you know my name?

[thelostseraph]

. . . Ah.

[The syllable is uttered with the barest hint of a sigh.]

No matter. This is Memento Eden. You will have lost your memory, no doubt -- Do not be alarmed.

[angel_crow]

Yeah. I can't remember anything, 'cept my name. It's really weird!

[thelostseraph]

It has happened to all of us. Your memory will return over time as the island's gods see fit. Until then, you are to stay at the apartment complex. The building over there.

[angel_crow]

Oh. Thanks!

So you forgot everything, too?

[thelostseraph]

((Ah, somewhat awkward. I'll finish up this thread with you.))

Correct. But I have regained a significant amount already.

[angel_crow]

Hmmm... How long does it take for them to come back?

[thelostseraph]

That relies on the whims of the gods. Perhaps a week. Perhaps two months.

[angel_crow]

Waaaah! That's a long time!

[thelostseraph]

Patience. There is nothing we can do to speed the process.