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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is, as it happens, a slight young man asleep on one of the couches. He looks very peaceful, if a bit messy, and quite innocent.

Possibly because, for once in his very lengthy life, he actually is.

After a moment his eyes flutter open, and he frowns.

"... Mm."

Slowly, he sits up, looking around in some confusion.

"Er ..."

This is ... none of this around him is ringing any bells.

For that matter, he's not ringing any bells.

"... Hello? Um. Someone?"

[OOC: Here forever. Go wild!]

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[queenofmay]

Marian looked up to hear someone else calling out (maybe because the note of confusion was so recognizable). She thought to say something but she wasn't sure, and it mumbled out quite like this.

"I-uh-am someone."

Erudite she is not apparently.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Are you?"

Puck frowns, puzzled. That sounds ... good.

He glances down at himself. "I don't think I am."

[queenofmay]

"Are you sure?" Marian looked him inquiringly, before she was back to looking at everything else, eyes shifting all over the room. "How can you tell?"

Then back to him, without pausing to let him answer. "And where is this?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Someones ought to have ..." He frowns, waving a hand. "Something. Names, at the very least. Oughtn't they?"

Then he looks up at Marian, and the frowning only gets worse.

"I had hoped you might be able to tell me."

[oneman_onevote]

Here's someone.

Someone who has coffee, a notebook, a thoughtful expression, and thankfully no apples. At the moment.

Havelock looks up on his way past, as he might well do when Puck asks for assistance.

"Hello."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck looks up, a rather lost expression on his face.

"Um--"



... Preeeeetty.


"Ah-- hello."

[oneman_onevote]

"Have you lost something?"

That's a... fairly unusual expression for Puck. Usually he seems to know exactly where he is, who he is, and who he's talking to, or is at least confident that he will do very shortly.

Hmm.

"Or somebody, perhaps?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Mm."

Puck bites his lip.

"I think I may have."

Looking to Havelock hopefully, though still with that utterly baffled expression, "Would you mind ... telling me where this is?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Puck!"

Lilly is the picture of a pissed-off housewife, a baby in a bouncy seat dangling from each arm. She's aware of that. It's just making her madder. Also, the babies are heavy.

"You were supposed to pick up the kids like, hours ago.

..God, I sound like a suburban divorceé. I hate you. Take our children already."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck turns around and looks over the back of the couch, in case this alarming (though attractive) female is addressing someone else.

Then he turns back, apprehensive.

"Er ... I beg your pardon?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Yeah, you better."

Lilly sighs, depositing the bouncy seats and their cargo on the couch next to him.

"I'll let you make it up to me somehow, though. Maybe you can keep them a few extra hours and I'll sleep in tomorrow."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck eyes the children warily.

"I ... um. I apologize. I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

Beat.

"Or else I have."

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raspberry has just recently woken up from the effects of some fateful apple juice. She's confused, but she gets the sense that's completely normal. She's naked, but-- ditto. She has some kind of necklace that is doing things necklaces aren't generally known for, and HEY LOOK HOT GUY! :D?

"Hi! Wanna fuck?"

Some things never change.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He blinks.

"Me?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"See any other hot guys around here?" The goo girl smirks lewdly.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

Apparently, he's 'hot.' File that one away.

"I suppose not ..."

He frowns, as much at Raspberry's ... herness-- he doesn't know much, but he knows people don't look like that-- as anything else.

"Is it-- something we normally do? We two?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, who wants a seat on that couch (it is more comfy for paper-writing duties), eyes the disoriented Puck.

"Smack y'head 'gainst sommat?" She hazards, since really, she's pretty sure fairies aren't supposed to look disoriented.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck blinks.

That seems plausible, actually.

"I may have ..."

He frowns at her curiously. "Where is this?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... The couch." Ace offers, pointedly. "The one that y'hoggin', mate."

Honestly. Fairies. Sometimes it's like talking to a brick wall.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes.

"I know where I sit," he says crossly. Puck's fierce cogitations had already brought him to that conclusion!

"I meant ..."

He waves a hand vaguely.

"This. Here."

[queenofmay]

Mostly likely an hour or so passes, before this happens. But, even if they don't remember, this is Milliways and in Milliways time can end up doing whatever it wants.

"No new news yet," Marian said walking up again. "But Number 5 and I devised a system so we could all start keeping ourselves in order, more recognizable to each other, until we can figure out what's going on with all of us. This is a name tag, with a number in order for how you were found. And there's a place for your name on it under the number if someone tells you who you were or you remember."

Handing over the tag on a lanyard, she says, "You're number 2, since we started this. I'll be back if anything more comes up."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"I think I might be 'Puck,' actually," Puck says brightly, slipping the name tag round his neck. "But thank you ever so-- 'tis quite the clever scheme, mistress."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Someone is standing at the end of the couch, giving Puck a gimlet-eyed stare.

"You're really lucky that I didn't bring my gun with me last night. And that you're too fast to punch."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck blinks, looking utterly baffled.

By this time he has Marian's name tag, the one that says NUMBER TWO, but although his talks with Lilly and Havelock were elucidating, he's no closer than he was before to actually remembering anything.

"I ... beg your pardon?" he says now.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you rat bastard! Or did you conspire to marry more than one person last night?!"

He wouldn't put it past Puck.

He also isn't mentioning anything about beating up people, because he kinda did that too.