1st Encounter - Touch Down

[yourealrightnow]

[His writing isn't the atypical sloppy male chickenscratch, but it lacks any real grace. It's hesitant, but there's a subtle strength to every letter.]

I was told this is how people communicate. I suppose this is 'hi.'

This…place, this tree, it feels impossible. I almost feel like, I don't know, like I'm involved in some big practical joke.

[Ink blot

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[ice_echani]

Greetings, Roswell. I am Handmaiden.

[tap tap tap of then pen.]

I cannot offer much advice except to trust and follow your instincts about yourself. Memories can be regained, and perhaps the source of your feelings will become clearer in time.

[yourealrightnow]

Believe it or not, that actually helps. I'm kind of fumbling in the dark here with all of this, so any advice is appreciated.

Thanks, Handmaiden.

[burntorangesky]

You are not the only one, Roswell. My name is Fred, I arrived here quite recently myself.

I think many of the residents of Edensphere carry similar feelings; I know I want to find out where I came from, and who or what I was before.

[yourealrightnow]

I'm sorry to hear it, Fred. As much as I need someone to empathize with me right now, I also hate to think that there is someone who feels this. If that makes sense. It's...it's awful.

Strangely, though, I'm less interested in who I am than what this knot in my gut is. But I guess those go hand-in-hand, right?

[Ink drips as he briefly struggles with putting the next thought onto paper. Something is raging in his mind, begging him not to move beyond the invisible comforts of the journal. Despite Handmaiden telling him to trust his instincts, he caves in to his lonliness.]

Maybe we should, as fellow new prisoners, get together some time. I think I could use the company. [Lazy smiley face is scrawled.]

[burntorangesky]

I can understand not wanting others to feel this way. It is horrible, but I suppose we have no choice but to get used to it--which is also horrible in its own way.

I expect that anything about yourself that is strange or confusing is part and parcel of your memories, yes.

[A slight pause, then the following is written very slowly, perhaps reluctantly]

Yes. I think that would be a good idea.

Bold word is written over itself several times.

[yourealrightnow]

Horrible all around, yeah. Sounds like a theme to this place.

Do people get their memories back, then? Is it rare...or? I'm anxious to do something about it, but I know you're new too. Sorry if I'm tossing questions at you that you're just as oblivious to. I can't remember if my Guide told me. Most of that's a blur.

[Roswell notes the pace of the response.]

Only if you want to, of course. I'm drifting between holing myself up and wandering Sector 1, if you decide to come find me.

Whatever the case, Fred, feel free to write me or hunt me down whenever you need me. I'm [the writing stops for a moment as Roswell ponders his almost bipolar bounce between reserved and an almost inner push to help some of the Edensphere residents] happy to help. The new faces have to stick together in a place this crazy, right?

[blue_shields]

Hey and welcome, Roswell. I'm Spike, one of the Hatchery Guards.

Don't worry about feeling strange. I think most of us have those kinds of feelings at some point.

[yourealrightnow]

Nice to sort-of meet you, Spike. So you work with the same sort of people that were there when I, uh, woke up, right?

I'll do my best, but I don't think the worrying will stop until I can give it a name. Thanks for being understanding, though.

[blue_shields]

Correct. The Guard's job is mostly to protect the cocoons, but we patrol the rest of the Sphere, too.

I hope it at least helps to know that you're not alone.

[yourealrightnow]

That's a pretty noble job. I suppose someone has to try and keep order in this asylum, right?

It does help. It really does. Thanks again.

[handy_psychic]

Don't worry about being mopey, I'll be cheerful enough for the both of us~ And honestly, I can't blame you for feeling weird. I can't imagine many things that could make you feel more sad than waking up with no memories.

Hello and welcome! I'm Bridge! ^^

[yourealrightnow]

Well you're awfully refreshing, Bridge, heh. Thanks for picking up the cheer slack. I hope I'll be able to take my share soon, here. And yeah...the amnesia isn't helping me feel any better. Maybe, with time, I'll remember who I am and why I came here.

[Pen taps a few times.] Or why I was taken here. I'm actually not sure how it happens. Does anyone know...?

[handy_psychic]

No, nobody really knows how we come here or why. People have tried to find out, I think, without much success.

In time, you'll get some of your memories back. There are ways to recover them. And in the meantime, well, for the most part people here are really friendly and helpful, at least. We're all in the same boat so we try to help each other as much as possible.

[yourealrightnow]

From what I've gathered of this place, it's a pretty well-established society. Which takes time. You're telling me, even after all of that said time, people still don't know the how or why of Edensphere? That's got to drive people crazy. It's driving me crazy just thinking it.

Oh, good, so you do get your memories back. I still don't know how, though. In dreams, or?

And yeah, I think I'm starting to get that friendly part. I expected more cynicism, I guess. I'm glad I was wrong. I can't imagine going through this virtually alone.

I'm thankful your help, Bridge. Everyone's.

[pompous_today]

Feeling like you are missing something or that you are not whole is quite common, I believe. In my dream, I saw a girl who turned out to be my sister; to this day I miss her so much it pains me and continue to search for her.

Welcome, anyway. I am Will.

Ping-ish! =] The strikes are still fairly visible.

[yourealrightnow]

I wonder if...

[Ink drips.]

I hope you find your sister, Will. If there's every anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask. I know we don't know each other, at all really, but if I could help someone with a pain like this... Really, just write me on here or come get me in person.

I'll see you around.

Wooo

[pompous_today]

I very much appreciate the offer. I'll contact you if there is anything you can help me with.

I would hate to put anybody in any danger, though.

I hope that we can at least meet in an off-journal capacity sometime, though I hope it is not as a patient; I'm a doctor and work at Medical Island.

[[OOC: The strikes are thoroughly blotted soon after being written and are unreadable.]]

Re: Wooo

[yourealrightnow]

[Roswell looks back to the journal just in time to see the last of it blotted out. He curses his wandering, still-addled mind.]

I'd like that, too. I didn't know they had that here. Doctors, I mean. I suppose it makes sense.

[Ink drips at the edge of the page for several seconds, intermixed with a pen tap or three.]

Is the Medical Clinic hiring, do you know? I'm no doctor or anything, but something about the idea of that place is...I don't know, appealing. Even if I'm the guy who just fetches things for the real doctors, I think I'd really like to be a part of that.