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[It's been just under a week since Derek died, and he's finally coming back. He'd woken up naked, smeared with dried blood, and he's currently trying to decide whether the blood is more or less disturbing than the fact that he can't remember anything.
He'd cleaned up and explored the room to no avail - except to note the prominence of two scents: one, his own, and two, a girl he doesn't remember. The only other thing in there is the journal, so he grabs it and heads out of the cell he'd woken up in, thumbing through it as he does.
Derek's only skimmed enough to know that he's not the only one with this problem before he decides that this is only going to confuse him more, and makes his own post.]
So I don't remember who I am. I guess this means I must have died?
This thing says my name is Derek. So, uh, if there's anyone out here who knows me and might be able to tell me more, I'd really appreciate it.
[His tone is open and curious, mixed with a bit of concern, with a notable lack of any kind of sarcasm or guarded-ness. He's also wandering about the barracks - yeah, still naked - if anyone wants to run into him.]
He'd cleaned up and explored the room to no avail - except to note the prominence of two scents: one, his own, and two, a girl he doesn't remember. The only other thing in there is the journal, so he grabs it and heads out of the cell he'd woken up in, thumbing through it as he does.
Derek's only skimmed enough to know that he's not the only one with this problem before he decides that this is only going to confuse him more, and makes his own post.]
So I don't remember who I am. I guess this means I must have died?
This thing says my name is Derek. So, uh, if there's anyone out here who knows me and might be able to tell me more, I'd really appreciate it.
[His tone is open and curious, mixed with a bit of concern, with a notable lack of any kind of sarcasm or guarded-ness. He's also wandering about the barracks - yeah, still naked - if anyone wants to run into him.]