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Who: SOME DUDE IN YELLOW (and his shouta ghost)
Where: The main room of Orion dorms (and, eventually, just outside, if you need an excuse)
When: Day 83, Morning.
What: Intro~

*The new blank has promptly confiscated the largest knife he can find, and his holding it with a fair amount of confidence for someone who has no memory of how to use it. It is not time to systematically check all the other rooms in the dorms. He pushes the doors open quietly, and seems quite prepared to stab anyone if necessary.

And, for those who can see such things, there is a small ghost child floating behind him*

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*it's okay he doesn't seem like he's going to stab you immediately*

That's four. Who are you?

. . . I'm Carly. You're—You can put that down . . . We're on the same team.

*looks at... something you can't see, to his side, and back at you*

...'team'?

[how odd :|a]

[nods] Anyone in this yellow is on our team. The Judges call it a unit.

*slipping inside the room and closing the door =)*

Judges? Keep going.

[. . . D8 WHERE IS MY CAPTAIN]

They're—ah. They're who runs this place. They run Games we have to win to get our memories back. —There's writing they left for us by the door! The one that leads outside. It explains a little about the team too.

*doesn't come at you, but rather places his back to a corner where he can intercept anyone coming in or going out*

Color coded teams play games for memories.

*pause, looking at something not you again, then*

...are you 'scared'?

[. . .]

No!

*gives that particularly spot in the room a LOOK before continuing*

What else? I'm missing my body. Where is it?

[. . . yeah, definitely too confused to be scared anymore]

What are you talking about?

What you're looking at isn't me. I'm just inhabiting it. I want my real body.

[. . . what]

I don't know anything about that. What do you mean it isn't your body?

It's not mine.

That doesn't make any sense.

*nods in the direction he has kept looking before*

You can't see him.

No. I can't hear whatever you're looking at either.

He believes the body is his. He was in it when I awoke, but can't control it.

[???]

[???]

Um . . .

....it must be beyond your understanding.

Probably. I don't remember anything about . . . anything like that. Someone on another team might know something about it, but you can't trust many of them.

Your enemies?

. . . I don't know if they're enemies or not, but you can't rely on them.

Why would you rely on anyone?

. . . You have to in some games. Our lives can be at risk in them.

Teams kill each other?