Okay!  So, everyone who's lost their memories, report in here for orientation!  Just as soon as we figure out what information we can trust and what kinds of evidence we can piece together, we'll organize a plan of attack!

There's a UFO on one side of town, so maybe we've all been abducted by aliens, but it could also just be a red herring.  Apparently there are a bunch of suspicious doctors telling people they're not real, too, so it could also be a government brainwashing plot or some sort of private sector terrorist spy scheme!  The important thing is, right now, anyone who has their memories might have some kind of agenda and you'd never know!  So don't trust anything!  There could even be plants among the people with memory loss set to lead us the wrong way.  Even personal possessions could have been replaced with misleading data!

Anyway, if we all stick together and keep our eyes open, we should be able to locate whatever secret base the people running this are using, and raid it for whatever they're hiding from us!  

No time to waste!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

[For a short while, that text is the only communication from him, then a few minutes later, his voice can be heard over the network. He's running, breathing hard, and muttering a litany of curses under his breath in a Texan drawl.]

Fuck shit motherfuckin' fuck. Fucker tried to bite me, what kind of..

[He trails off, panting for breath, and there's a soft sound that would, to anyone familiar with it and still possessing their memory to recall said familiarity, would sound like steel scraping gently over stone. Bro's not had the best of days so far. After waking up somewhere he didn't recognise, suddenly realising he had no idea of even who he was, the icing on the mindfuck cake that had been his morning had been being suddenly assaulted by a shuffling braindead motherfucker who seemed to want to bite his arm off.

Then, there's the sword. He has it, but he doesn't know where it came from.

What alarms him more, is that somehow, he knows how to use it. The hilt fits in his hand as if it was made for it and his muscles had acted as if on instinct. The next thing he knew, the undead creature's head had been rolling away and he'd almost been throwing up as the stench of decay had invaded every sense it could.]

What the hell is goin' on. What are they.. Haha, shit.. I ain't even sure if anyone's listening.. Oh my God..

There is an awful lot of confusion going around.

[He doesn't mean the network. Chances are, if you do not have mental defenses, Charles has been invading your mental privacy. Affected and unaffected alike. He's staring at the camera with his chin resting on his curled fingers, thumbs drumming away at his chin idly, looking a bit disconnected.

There's a couple of trees in the background, so yeah, Charles is laying in the grass outside. Possibly not the safest place he could be. He seems unconcerned though.]

For the record, I would just like to say that I'm not crazy. But a good deal of the rest of you should really get your heads looked at.

[If you want to volunteer to either freak Charles out or be freaked out by Charles and his blatant mind-diving, just reply. You can be nearly anywhere on the island, but the closer to the forest the more likely Charles is to hear, unless you have a particularly powerful mind.]

 South 403 is mine now.  Everyone just stay the Hell away, and there's no reason for anyone else to get hurt.

[The feed shows a very troubled-looking Anita perched on top of a nondescript gravestone in the island's cemetery. The area around her appears to be otherwise vacant, but there's a low, almost droning sound off-screen that sounds like it might be the continuous rasp of another person's voice. Her eyes dart upwards to look at something behind her phone before she turns her attention back to the camera.]

So it seems like this memory loss is pretty widespread. I'm seeing a lot of people who don't remember anything about themselves. That's pretty well-established by now. I've already met someone nice enough to tell me my name, but I've got another question.

[She turns the camera just long enough to show that there's a young man standing across from her, although he's covered in a fair amount of rot and has begun to decompose. He doesn't seem to be aggressive in the least. In fact, all he's doing is standing there, smiling obliviously, watching Anita patiently as though he's expecting some kind of further interaction.

The camera turns back to focus on Anita's face.]

This guy keeps following me everywhere. He's not doing anything. Just shadowing me.

[Connor looks confused, as per usual, once the feed opens. He appears to be somewhere downtown, having been out exploring as much as possible. There's just one problem, though.]

I know I'm not the only one who's having trouble remembering things. Uh... does anyone else have any kind of... weird powers?

[There's an awkward pause, and he looks down at his shoes as he shifts his weight.]

I accidentally broke a couple of doors off their hinges. And maybe a lamppost. That's not normal, right?

Does no one know what's going on in this place? I must have heard every theory under the sun, and no one sounds positive about it except the girl at the police station. And hers didn't sound very credible either.

Regardless, does anyone have any idea where would be a good place to eat? Or what to eat, for that matter. Nothing sounds at all familiar.

[The video feed comes on, and there is Kate. She's standing in the middle of her living room, which just so happens to be decked out in Christmas decorations. And she's wearing 6-inch heels.]

Okay, guys, check this out.

[Propping up the phone, she backs away and starts running laps around the living room. An excited beagle jumps off the couch and chases her around. After that display, she stops in the middle of the room and does a pretty impressive roundhouse kick in the direction of nothing in particular. Then she comes back and picks up the phone, barely winded.

Behind her, the dog is jumping and barking.]

Everyone is posting about their awesome super power discoveries so I thought I'd share. I totally figured out mine.

Bad-ass ninja skills.

Well this isn’t the strangest place I’ve ever woken up in. Actually on the scale of one to crazy town I’d rate it about a seven. That said, I would not be at all surprised to discover that the doctors and nurses here are drinking crazy juice.

I mean the whole ‘you’re a fictional character that’s now real’ thing was freaky at first but I’m not convinced. Besides I know crazy when I see it-I’ve lived crazy. And this place is definitely pretty crazy.

But on the off chance that I’m not dreaming or hallucinating all of this and am not the only one that’s been brought here; if the name ‘Young Avengers’ means anything to you I think we should talk.

( action for Remus (Oh, Mr. Lupin, ooohh~) )

[Quite a while later, Sirius looks a bit more settled. He's still not bothered to get dressed, but at least he - with Moony's help - has started to figure his life out. He thinks. So he's smiling into the camera - it had taken a while to turn the device on and he doesn't know how to change the setting - and hopes someone out there might know more about him.]

Hello! I'm not sure who all can see this, but it's worth a try. I've lost my memories and I'd appreciate if anyone could tell me who I am. All I know so far is that my name is Padfoot, so I'm guessing my parents hate me.

Also, I might be ... I'm not sure, but there are some really weird notes here. Can you help?

[He looks so nice and pleading! Come on, help a handsome wizard out before he finds his wand and starts exploding stuff.]

 Aren't we all going to get in trouble for missing school if we can't find out what classes we're in?  Even if this started on the weekend, tomorrow has to be a schoolday!

I hate this.  I can't remember anything and there must be all kinds of important things for me to remember.  I woke up in a strange room yesterday and I don't know where my parents are and there's all these weird things everywhere.  We don't have a lot of food left in the refrigerator and I don't know what's going on!!

I don't know if I feel better or worse that I'm not the only one who's confused.

Yo, if you know me, hit me up. I got questions.

( [ Private, easily hackable ] )

Who would've guess somebody having like extreme head trauma would equal a really awesome date!!

I think the shop might have something to jog your memory.

Does anyone recognize me?

Anyone?

And does anyone know why I'm so fucking hungry?!

I need something juicy... like a rare steak... Yeah... Doesn't that sound delicious?

So we're still on for our date tomorrow, right? *Please* tell me you are unaffected by the memory loss.

Hey, does anyone know how to rollerblade? I found a pair in the closet of the room I woke up in and it looks like fun.

Also, this bag? Oh my god, this thing is the coolest thing ever. It's like it goes on and on and on... You wouldn't believe the weird crap I found in here.

Oh yeah, and I guess I should probably join the chorus in asking who the hell I am.