[open spam]

[call_metrip]

[He had his freak out. He'd spent most of the day before pacing around his room, trying to piece together some memories of his life before yesterday morning. He had a picture of a blonde woman -- no idea who she was. Though he imagined that he loved her since it had been on his bedside table. There were some clothes and what seemed to be manuals

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[with_discipline]

[Can bug. T'Pol's been lurking in her doorway, because she's so lacking in emotional suppression that she doesn't know what to do with herself. She also might be a little paranoid. So. Lurking. And then OH HEY SOMEONE ELSE VENTURED OUT TOO look at that. T'Pol hesitates.]

Excuse me-- [Wait, what was she going to ask, 'do you know me?' No one knew those answers. It was unnerving and uncomfortable.] I'm sorry. Never mind.

[call_metrip]

[Trip stopped when she called out to him and turned around. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, but nothing really concrete. She wasn't the blonde in the photo, that was for sure.]

"Nah, it's alright," [he drawled, moving a bit closer to her.] "You can ask me whatever you want."

[with_discipline]

I doubt you have any answers, [she said wryly - but she stepped away from her door, wringing her hands a little nervously.] Not if everyone aboard is affected by...this mass amnesia.