The inhabitants of this island have gone positively batty. Quite amusing, if I do say so myself. Reminds me of- [He stops himself.] Can't go into that much detail about certain events, now can we?

I'd be inclined to release the files I have on most of you, but frankly, there's too much legwork involved...

Who: The 11th Doctor, Charles, and eventually Jenny. If anybody else want to wander into the TARDIS as well, you are free to do so.
What: The Doctor is lost in the TARDIS, scared and lonely, while his mind attracts Charles' enough to lure him in as well. Jenny will have to rescue them.
Where: In the Tardis, duh.
When: Backdated to the start of the event, at least for the Doctor.


The Doctor woke up alone in a strange room. Or was it strange? ... He couldn't tell. His surroundings were imposing and unfamiliar. He looked down at himself, trying to gather his thoughts.

He was dressed... well, he had no standard of comparison. It looked fine to him, and the cloth tied around his neck... that was comforting, for some reason. Good thing, too, because - come to think of it, he really doesn't know who he is. Well, that... is pretty disturbing.

All right, no good dwelling on that, now. Why does he feel so sad, though? Did something happen?

Ah, no use. He can't remember anything. "Hello? Hello, is anybody there?!" His voice echoes and disappears quickly. He would try to find an exit. That would be best.

Half an hour later, he's beginning to despair of ever finding his way out. Where was this place? Wasn't there anybody else here? Maybe... maybe he is all there is. He has some sort of concept of other people, way in the back of his mind, but they're always ephemeral and fleeting. Somehow, they never last.

He falls to the ground as a sudden and crushing wave of loneliness beyond anything he's prepared to handle sweeps over him. He thinks there must have been people here, once - otherwise why would he be so lonely now?

He curls up for a moment, trying and failing to get a hold of himself. He's wracked with loneliness and sadness, curled up and sobbing on the ground, and throughout it all he has no idea why.

So, I've got no idea what the hell is going on. I'm either Robin Hood or one of those military guys who hunts people for sport. It's the only way I can justify all of this archery stuff in my room.

...wherever my room is. I don't know, really. I'm gonna be redundant and ask this anyway: anyone know who I am? Any information will be paid with in Moreos. I've got a stockpile, apparently.

Who: Jack, Ukraine, and Koizumi. If anybody else wants to get pulled in to closed space with Koizumi, you can start a separate thread here too.
What: Falling into closed space without knowing what is going on.
Where: Somewhere in town/ closed space
When: Sometime on the 13th or 14th.

There was something off, something he was missing. Well, all right, he was missing a lot - he couldn't remember anything - but this was different. There was something here... somewhere around here. He could feel it. It felt... familiar, somehow. Comforting. But at the same time, it felt dangerous - razor-sharp, and hot, like it could burn right through you if you were careless.

It didn't really make sense. Everything was conflicting, but it was important - its presence in his mind grew, and it became harder and harder to focus on anything else. He had to find it! He felt certain that it held some of the answers - if not to this place, than at least to who he really was.

He wandered through the town, trying to feel for what was pulling him in - he wasn't very cognizant of his surroundings, occasionally bumping into other people and nearly running into a wall or two. He would abruptly spin as the feelings seemed to come from all around; he had feel where it was coming from, and it wasn't making that easy.

[a. action - in which magic goes haywire.]

( tl;dr )

Now, there's where you come into play. Maybe you are just walking by, minding your own business. Maybe you crash into her. Whatever it is you're doing, it startles her.

Hopefully, you're used to magic by this point, because she isn't, and she can't remember how to control it - or the vines coming out of the wall (or maybe the ground) as a result. And yes, those vines are tying you down right now. For what appears to be some sort of plant, they're quite sturdy... But that aside, it's all very unnerving. Even for the one who's causing it.]

Are you alright?

[b. Forward-dated to the 16th || video.]

[She has gotten over her little shock from yesterday, the ring is safely tucked away inside her pocket again, all is well - except for the fact that she has magic and no idea how or why.

Which is why she's outside again.]

I have no memories, but apparently superhuman abilities of sorts, and, given the various network posts on these subjects, I am not the only one. I'd welcome it if a few of you would agree to meet me, for the sake of comparing powers?

The plan is to find out whether our powers are of the same nature, which could potentially give us disclosure about possible relations to each other.

[She pauses.] If anybody is unsure whether they possess any such ability, I may have a way to trigger your powers.

No guarantees.

who: Kate & Loki
where: outside the prying reach of the cameras, close to the forest.
when: backlog!! around the time this occurred.

( closed log of awesomeness )

i have a very important question to ask everybody so now would be a good time to pay attention
does anyone else perhaps have a dinosaur living in their closet?
as differentiated from a large lizard by the preternatural intelligence and the upright posture and also the feathers


[And then the camera flicks on- there's Aradia's face, briefly, as she messes with it, before she turns to give a good look at this little guy, who is happily chewing on a pair of bright red rainboots.]

He really likes shoes, if that helps any.

Who: Tim Drake & Kate Bishop.
What: A date that's actually less weird than it might have been if Tim had his memory.
Where: I Love Garden (a local Italian restaurant), then clubbing.
When:  starting 9 PM on Dec. 15th.

Since, despite what he'd said, Tim had absolutely no idea where the restaurant was, he headed out half an hour early to look for it.  Fortunately, it was easy to find, but that meant that he had nothing to do but stand around and wait.  And try not be nervous, which wasn't easy.

Pretending to remember everything the last few days had been neither easy nor rewarding.  There was obviously something deeply weird and shady going on in his life, and without knowing what it was, no way to know if he should be terrified or if he was usually a paranoid lunatic.  More than once, while trying to help a friend, he'd almost come right out and asked what they knew, but he wanted to trust himself more than... more than the Tim recording the message trusted him.  He could handle this.  

Now, at least, not screwing up a date should be easy enough.  He didn't know much of anything about Kate -- but then, it hadn't seemed like that was very different even when he had his memories.  He just had to avoid repeating any questions he'd asked on the last two dates, and try to let her do most of the talking.

whale this is glubbin convenient
time comes for people to pay their dues and suddenly surprise amnesia
reel classy but whatever

okay so buoys and gills listen up
im kind of a loanshark get me
ignore the negative connotations of that
i just like the fishpun
point is i loan bucks out and get bucks back
and theres plenty of you that owe me

theres too many of you wanderin around confused for me to reel in myself
so if youre sufferin a case of the memory loss just hit me up
ill tell you if you owe me anyfin ok
if not just move along
if you do well
im not gonna be wading for ever get me
rules are rules and due dates are due dates
gotta pay your bills right
thats how an economy works

so hit me up ok

[ needless to say, this is a load of bullshit and she is just trying to see if she can scam anyone. ]