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[OOM: Welcome to Milliways, Vulpes and Harry Blanc.]

Harry Potter and Miniver Cheevy are in the bar. Somehow, they've managed to figure out for themselves that the rats are waiters, and ordered drinks. Miniver, who Harry seems to be calling Harry, generously offered to pay for his younger brother.

Vulpes. Who talks with a very BAD American accent.

Now, the two of them are lounging at a table with mugs of beer. They're both sort of half hoping somebody recognizes them and can tell them where they live. But if not, it's fine, really. The grass outside was comfortable enough, and the drinks here are fine, and neither of them feels any particular need to be anywhere but here, doing what they're doing.

It's startling how a bout of amnesia can lift one's spirits.

[OOC: The mun is going to ask, for the sake of crack, that anyone who DOES recognize "Harry and Vulpes" not clue them in to who they are just yet. Also, all threads here will be slowtimed, as mun must disappear for a few hours later this evening. But will be around tonight, and will tag!]

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"Hello, there!"

There is a girl, in a long proper gown and long curled dark hair, making her way to them.

"Would you have time for a few questions?"

"Sure!" Miniver chirps.

Harry grins at her. "Are you Bar or Owl?"

Marian looks quite confused. To the point she almost drops the handful o' things she's carrying.

"I am..." she paused thoughtfully. "I don't think I'm either, but I'm not quite sure of anything today. how about you two? Do you know who you are?"

"I'm Vulpes Blanc," Harry introduces himself. "And that's my older brother, Harry. Your hair and eyes are like ours. We thought you might be one of our sisters."

She looked baffled, and thoughtful. "I don't know if I am. Or if I'm not. I might be. I don't have any idea who I am."

Confusion still didn't sit well, and she picked up on the missing statement. "And you don't either. So you are missing part of your memories only?"

....this would definitely be different.

"There was a note in his pocket," Miniver explains, pointing to Harry. "It had our names on it. You do look an awful lot like you could be our sister."

"So then you're missing your memory, too. Here take these."

She drew two lanyards out from the pile in her hands; these two reading "11" and "12". Once they'd taken them from her hands she did study them a bit.

"We do have the same sort of coloring, don't we? Though your dress is definitely different from mine. Not that I know that makes any relevance though. It could be the way things are supposed to be and i'm not remembering."

Harry and Miniver both take the lanyards, thanking her.

"Girls are supposed to dress different," Miniver says, as if she ought to know that.

"What are these for?" Harry asks, being a bit more logically minded.

She had meant....well, she didn't know, but she'd meant something. And it wasn't just about the differences of their sex. It had been something about the....but it just wasn't there. She didn't know why she thought it was different a moment ago.

"So people can tell who has lost any part of their memories. Since a lot of people don't have notes in their pockets. Like me."

She points to her name tag, which has a "1" and beneath it reads "Mary."

"How do you know you're called Mary, then?" Harry presses the matter.

"Someone told me my name, but I couldn't remember if they'd said Mary or Maryanne, or Maryanna. It was close to that. I was in shock then though and they're gone now. So I put down a thought to all the names i could come up with that sound like what he said."

She shrugs. "Mary was the simplest."

Miniver looks disappointed. "You must not be our sister, then. That's unfortunate. We were hoping they could tell us how to get home."

"Maybe our sisters are blonde," Harry muses. "They don't ALL have to look like us, do they?"

"I don't have any idea where home might be, but then I barely know where here is. The general consensus of people, not missing any memories, is that its the end of the universe."