The Perk- Saturday morning

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Jaina had pieced together a few clues about today, but not nearly enough. She hadn't found any kind of ID, and she hadn't found anything on her phone yet to give her a name. She was wearing a wedding ring, but she was alone and there wasn't any guys' stuff in the apartment she'd woken up on, so maybe she was separated? She clearly had to take more pictures to give herself an idea of what her life was like.

She'd gone out, kind of hoping that if she stopped in at some place like the coffee shop, maybe they might recognize her, but even the baristas seemed confused. So Jaina got a cup of coffee and sat by the window, feeling uncomfortable with the dawning realization that she could feel everyone else's discomfort and confusion.

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The streets of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

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He'd woken up in bed with two extremely hot people in a house with a dog that was extremely excited to see him, so as far as he could tell life was good. Investigation around the house told him that a) he naturally moved pretty damn quietly, b) the kitchen had been stocked by a gourmand with a trashy sweet tooth, and c) his name was probably either Eliot, Alec, or Parker, since those were the names he found on the most mail, credit cards, and IDs around the house.

The fact that there were quite so many other names on mail, credit cards, and IDs, with only pictures of himself and the two extremely hot people was a little bit disconcerting. As was the basement full of bear traps and really antique surveillance equipment. But he figured on the third time both he and the dog (Megabyte Valentine, said her tag, which was a mouthful, and she seemed to respond to pretty much anything vaguely name-sounding he called her, so who knew) snapped to attention when a squirrel ran past on their morning walk that he was naturally pretty alert, so whatever it was he and the hot people needed all those different IDs for, they were probably pretty good at. He was sure he'd know how to react if it became a problem.

The morning walk stretched easily into the afternoon, full of stairs and long pauses along the coast to watch the water and the seagulls and stare in wonder up into the perpetual night sky, and the dog was perfectly content to wander around with him, so he wasn't in any hurry to head back to the house he'd woken up in, just yet. "Astronaut spy" was his current working theory for who he was. It made about as much sense as waking up an amnesiac without any apparent trauma for cause.

He probably should have woken the two extremely hot people this morning and asked them for intel, but he'd wanted to figure it out for himself. He seemed like that kind of guy. Which made sense, for an astronaut spy.

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On The Street Along Serendipity Place, Saturday Afternoon

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Peridot hadn't been asleep when she lost her memory. In fact, she'd been out and about, looking at the flowers of the planetoid that the island had parked itself on, contemplating if these flowers had any practical purpose that she might be able to report to Homeworld.

And then, just like that, she'd found herself contemplating why she was contemplating the flowers. And where she was. And what these things were on her arms and legs. There weren't any other Gems about, that much was clear, but beyond that...

Frowning, she clanked one metallic limb attachment against the other, fingers trailing along in mid-air behind them. How did these things even work? She couldn't quite get the hang of making the finger-things do what she wanted them to do, and what she really wanted to do just then was maybe just trace out constellations in the sky with one of them while laying back in the flowers.

And that was why, for the better part of the morning, there was a Gem growing increasingly frustrated as she attempted to get her floating touch-things to cooperate. Or at least to free her arms and legs from the casings that they were stuck inside. It involved actual hissing, a lot of rolling around on the ground, and maybe some angry gnawing with teeth that had no business being that pointy. Eventually all of that wrestling had left her tumbling out of the fields onto the street, worrying at one arm attachment like an animal chewing on a bone.

Stargazing was not going to be happening, at this rate.

[OOC: Open!]