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Who: I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE, SOMEONE IN BLACK
Where: Ophibarracks
When: Day 108 evening
What: \o/ IT'S A PARTY NOW THAT _____'S HERE

[No actually he's just in the kitchen getting into someone's cigarette stash, wondering how you make them do the thing with the smoke, while peering intently into his message tube.

SHAPE-CHANGER ANTICS WILL BE HAD.]

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[Looking up from message tube! For a fun moment the way his face shifts isn't a change of expression. :|a GOSH THOSE FEATURES ARE FAMILIAR.]

Uh. Sure...?

*that's a peculiar thing*

Your blank faced expression says yes.

*heading over to the fridge*

Have to check though. There's so many in here now I can't keep track of them.

Whatever you say, man. Like I know what's going on.

[Just sittin' on the counter. Still hasn't figured out cigarette. When he looks back into the tube again his features solidify.]

*glances over at you, and then pops open a beer*

You know your face is melting a bit.

Well how do you get it to stop then?

How should I know? My face stays like it should on it's own.

Uh, so you didn't wake up, y'know...

[Tries to go faceless now, only that doesn't quite work because he's thinking about faces, so basically creepy blankface that may or may not have his or your features spider-webbing across it.]

Shit...

*staaaaare, then coming over*

Is that more messed up, or cool?

*pulls at your cheeks =|a*

[...His hair darkens and goes curly?]

--Ow ow! That hurts!

The hell... tryin' to be me, new kid? Keep your own face on!

*Pullllllll*

STOP PULLING MY FACE, ASSHOLE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT TO LOOK LIKE?!

You had it to start with, brat.

*grabs his tube and points at it*

In here.

That's me?

That's you.

*tosses it back to him and goes to pick up his beer again*

I don't remember saying any of that...

[Goes back to looking like a skinny half-Japanese kid though]

Everyone here starts without memories. All you get is that one message you left to yourself, til you earn your pay.

So that's the "catch"? What kind of shit do we have to do?

Whatever the bosses want, mostly. Overall the goal is to try to keep the teams of blanks going against each other a bit. Sometimes we have to help with the games.

...

The bosses are the Judges?

Yep. And here their word is law.

Cool. What's the other stuff?

Which other stuff?

Blank teams and games.

Blanks are us, people without memories. Black is Ophiuchus, that's your team. We get our memories back by doing the Judges' chores. The other teams have to play games to win their back. Generally speaking, our situation is a lot cushier.

Uuh, that chick [Marla] said something about animals and berries and people not being allowed places. 'sit work if I just watch you people do your stuff for a bit?