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[maj_ferretface]

There is a man wandering the bar. He is wearing army fatigues complete with a major's insignia, and carrying a notebook, in which he is taking half-hearted notes. He has this instinctive feeling that good - fanatical - note-taking was very important to whoever this notebook belonged to, but - he can't read the handwriting

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[young_tmriddle]

Oh good, a fellow with a notebook and a uniform. He looks like someone who knows what might be going on.

"Good evening, sir. Might I inquire as to where we are?"

He'll start with that as the first question.

[maj_ferretface]

A moment passes before he realizes that he is being spoken to.

He turns, and, dazed, says, "Am I supposed to know that?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Oh. Er. Well, I was rather hoping. I say, do you, by chance, recall your name? Or mine?"

[maj_ferretface]

"No," he decides, wide-eyed. "But I think I might be in the army."

[queenofmay]

There is a stunning girl, in proper dress with long dark curls, fast approaching him, with her her hands full. She's got what looks to be a name tag hanging from a necklace which reads on top "1" and below that "Mary".

"Hello there, sir. Would you happen to remember your life?"

[maj_ferretface]

"Can you read this?" he demands in response, thrusting the notepad out at her.

(It's in English, but ferociously impossible, frenetic, crabbed handwriting.)

(That would be a 'no,' in answer to her question.)

[queenofmay]

She almost dropped everything she had, but managed, just barely, to keep it from slipping, while grabbing the pad. She tilted the pad, and then tilted her head, switched it a few directions and then shook her head.

"It is illegible to me. What language is it?" She was offering it back, while adding. "And do you know your name?"

[maj_ferretface]

"I don't-- English?" he hazards, taking it back and squinting at it, with the notepad close to his face. He lowers it. "No." A tad desperately: "Should I?"