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Date/Time: Sunday, July 10th, all day
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Park, locked to Cloud

[inkedcurse]

She awoke as if from a rather long nap. That dream... it had been strange, but - oddly comforting, too. Seas of ink and words washing around her. She opened her eyes, stretched slightly - and then realized she was in the middle of a forest. A rather picturesque one, except why was she sleeping there. She couldn't remember falling asleep here - but more worryingly, she couldn't remember where she was supposed to have fallen asleep. Or her name, or family, or even if she had family.

Panic started to well up in her chest. Maybe if she found a house, or other people, someone could tell her where she was. Who she was. She tried to stand - and her right leg gave out under her almost instantly, toppling her to the ground. She pulled herself to sitting, and then slide of the leg of hakama to have a look. Black - like an ink spill. And she could barely feel the press of her hands on it. This couldn't be good.

^_^ - don't mind this herd of teal deer galloping through...

[iattractmushi]

Sniper still hadn't returned. Ginko tried to remind himself that, well, it was only a 50-50 chance that he would come back at all, and even less likely he'd come back with his memories intact. Chances were it would be like that time they'd lost their memories out of the blue--a timid, fearful Sniper, jumping at everything that moved. He shook his head, sharply. That had been bad enough, when it had only lasted 3 days. Did he really want to subject himself to that again

[inkedcurse]

There was a noise from farther into the trees - footsteps? She hoped that was the case, and not a wild animal looking for a meal. Still, she looked around for something she could use in self-defense, should it be necessary.

She spotted finished wood jutting out from the underbrush, and then realize a moment later that it was a pair of wooden crutches. A very familiar pair, at that. And they'd serve just fine for protection, too. She started edging her way along the forest floor towards them, ignoring the mess she was making of her clothes at the moment.

[iattractmushi]

Ginko strode forward through the trees, not even considering it might be some sort of animal. The small noises he had heard had sounded human--though that didn't rule out the possibility of someone being attacked by an animal.

That thought occurred to him just as he stepped out from between two trees and into a sort of rough clearing, where the undergrowth was low and there weren't many other plants. Which meant that the woman on the ground, who appeared to be in the act of edging toward some of the undergrowth, was quite visible.

His steps slowed to a stroll, and he looked her over carefully as he approached. Purple kimono, no blood or obvious injuries, but she wasn't standing so that argued that something was wrong. "Excuse me... did you hurt yourself?" He couldn't see her face, and he wasn't sure if he recognized her. Something about her nagged at the back of his mind... but she wasn't anyone he remembered off the top of his head. "If you need to get to the Clinic, I can help." And risk bringing Genius' wrath down on his head,

[redstonegoboom]

The world was red and hot, and full of fire and smoke and screaming. A man in front of him, with white hair, red eyes, and wearing some sort of robe, asked him who he was.

'I'm...' His voice faded out for a second, which was strange. '...responsible for the genocide in this region.' And he suddenly realized, the death and destruction all around him... was because of him

[zeta_punched]

The boy opened his eyes, and immediately closed them again, brightness and color and heat bursting into his skull. Sunlight

sorry this is so late!

[redstonegoboom]

When the boy collided with him he grunted, automatically bringing up his arms to either catch him or push him away, whichever he ended up doing.

"Watch where you're going." It wasn't quite snapped, but it was definitely an order rather than a request. Then he paused, wondering... maybe this kid would be able to tell him more about what was going on. "Ah, maybe you can help me, actually... you see, I'm a little turned around." He tried to smile a touch sheepishly, as though he were embarrassed. "I'm not actually entirely sure where I am right now."

<3!

[zeta_punched]

More by instinct than intention, the boy was set on avoiding being caught; he stumbled away almost as soon as the two bodies came into contact. He didn't like contact, something told him, and he was wary of strangers. And everyone was a stranger.

This particular one looked... even stranger than most.

"I - " he began, then closed his mouth again, unsure. Maybe this man was simply lost, and saying that he had no idea where he was either, or for the matter who he was, would make him look like a freak. But then there was the off chance that he wasn't alone in this mad situation. "The truth is I'm not sure either."

Park

[parasolofpain]

She really wasn't sure what to do. She had found herself in the park, wearing a red dress (a Chinagirl dress, her mind supplied her, though she wasn't sure why) with her hair neatly wrapped in buns on either side of her head, which suggested that she didn't bonk her head on something and get amnesia, but she couldn't remember anything anyway. This was a problem, but not one she allowed to trouble her too much. She walked through the park with as much confidence as if she was born there, purple umbrella held above her head to protect her from the whispers of the sun. She had checked the umbrella to see if it could shoot bullets as she was accustomed to, but it was a disappointingly ordinary item

[coughcoughshank]

Souji was glad to have an afternoon off for once, with temptation of sunny summer weather, and, unsurprisingly, had decided to spend it in the Park. He liked it there, almost as much as the Dojo. It was relaxing. There were some people out and about, but a splash of bright red caught his eye. It was a girl - red dress, red hair. He'd never seen her before - which was something of a surprise. He thought he knew most of the kids here by now.

[parasolofpain]

Aha! This long haired guy was the first person she had seen all day. Sure, maybe one hour didn't count as all day, but fooling around on that weird magic journal thing got boring after a while. She thrust one finger in his direction and belted out, "Hey you!"

He had to have an answer to her questions. Granted, she didn't know what she wanted to ask yet, but that could come after she had gotten his attention. She remembered a weird dream, with a bunch of strange looking idiots in it and had a feeling that if she located just one of the idiots, she could figure out what to do from here.

[coughcoughshank]

Well, it was pretty obvious which 'you' she meant, given the absence of other people in the area. She was rather loud, too, but, well, he didn't mind that much. So he gave a cheerful wave in her direction.

"Hello!"

Bazaar

[pantiesplz]

He was a skeleton. Yes, yes, he didn't remember anything, but that didn't seem to be as pressing of a detail as the fact that he was a skeleton. He had not noticed it until he looked down at his bony hands, and found that he didn't panic. This was odd. He was certain that he was very good at panicking, and being a skeleton was certainly something to panic about. He was also almost certain that he was a human, so it was quite bizarre that he could be walking about like this.

The only certain thing was that he was probably dead. Unfortunately, this world being the afterlife was cast into doubt by the fact that he appeared to be the only skeleton around. He plumped up his afro, adjusted his top hat and cravat and stared down at his tidy suit. A well dressed skeleton at that.

"My," he said, to no one in particular, apparently speaking only to hear the sound of his own voice. "What a quandary this is!"

[worrybot]

A passing droid noticed the walking skeleton, and although he was certain that he was familiar with all kinds of unusual aliens, this one made him pause. Most of the people in the Sphere were humanoid... and all of the ones he'd met had some kind of skin. The colors varied, but the existence of the skin was not in question.

He wondered if the stranger was in any distress. Philosopher was certainly not a medical droid, but he could help the person to Medical. But the skeleton did not appear to be in pain, so perhaps this was normal for him.

Sophy was still curious, so when the other spoke, he approached. "I beg your pardon, sir? Are you quite all right?"

[pantiesplz]

The skeleton stared at Philosopher in abject surprise before placing each bony hand to the side of his head. "Oh my!" He shrilled. "A metal man! How frightening! And you can speak!"

He grasped blindly in front of him, as if searching for an item that wasn't there (his cane, in fact), and if he had a face to make expressions with, would have appeared slightly puzzled at it absence. "No! I must say that I am rather confused. I seem to have misplaced my mind - ah, it must be because I have no brain to keep it in. Yohohohoho!"

If Philosopher realized that the man in front of him had lost his marbles, both figuratively and literally, he would be quite right.

[worrybot]

Philosopher took an uncertain step backwards. Oh dear. This was surely a madman. Perhaps his lack of skin had driven him there.

"I am a droid," he said, for lack of anything better, "known as Philosopher. Could it be that you need medical attention, sir?"

He wasn't sure he had the courage to take the skeleton man all the way to Medical, but perhaps he'd run into someone on the way that he could pawn the strange off on.

[luuke_skywalker]

[This is Luuke, Ben's clone. ...He's semi catatonic right now, and lying in a non-crowded back alley of the Bazaar.]

...what...

...where...

He had no instructions. His Master's mind was not on his. It didn't matter that the clone was out of the tube now, dried, dressed in robes; that he was very warm, that the world pressed in overwhelmingly against all six senses. He did nothing.

His Master would come back. He had to.

The clone lay curled in on himself, eyes wide and staring at nothing, blinking only rarely.

[andcountry]

Cephiro had begged some ice wrapped in a towel off of one of the vendors and was just on his way home to go lie down. It wasn't a major injury, but there's something about being punched in the face so hard that you wake up lying in the street that puts a person out of the mood to hang around in the Bazaar. Even as weary as he was, the sight in his peripheral vision of someone lurking in the alleyway merited a glance - and then a gasp of recognition.

"Ben?!"

[luuke_skywalker]

The galaxy ground on around him, vast and incomprehensible. Where was his Master? Why wasn't he here?

Eventually this longing got past the shock, and he dared to stretch out with the Force. He found minds there, yes, hundreds of them, all around, some very close. All thinking, all feeling, kaleidoscopes of images and sensation that blurred with each other and with him, all completely alien to him, completely unlike his Master's. Even when he pulled back, they were still there. He was awake to them now

[andcountry]

Cephiro hesitated. In his own perception he now found himself confronting a medium-sized mammalian predator, whom he had startled. His eyes remained wide, unconsciously, tracking the creature's movement. He was in no danger of becoming food, but he would have to choose his next actions carefully as they would determine whether the creature in front of him would fight, flee, or investigate.

He stood still and breathed until he could remind himself that this was a person in front of him - moreover, one he had thought he recognized. The feeling clearly wasn't mutual, however. Cephiro took another breath, deeper and more slowly this time, and stretched out his perception. There was a sort of quintessential Ben-ness about this person that was undeniable, that much was certain. Yet there was something that was lacking, just something subtle like cinnamon in hot chocolate.

So, this was... not Ben? He couldn't be sure. A person's aura might change over time. To be sure, this wasn't the Ben he knew