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[young_tmriddle]

Tom's head raises up from the table with a jerk. "Hmm?"

He blinks his eyes and peers about the- pub? Is he in a pub?

He recognizes no one- but then again, he doesn't quite recognize himself.

"Oh, I say..." he mutters. "I've no ruddy clue who I am."

Looking down he assesses his clothing, which seems to consist of black robes over a suit.

"I'm- I'm a barrister?" He finds his wand and takes it out of his pocket, staring at it. "And a conductor?"

...

"Good Lord."

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[will_scarlett]

Belle helped him, now perhaps Will can help other people, so he walks up to the confused man who looks rather dignified,

"'ave ye forgotten too, sir?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Hmm? Oh, I daresay I'll remember something soon, but yes, I appear to be rather bereft in the memory department."

[will_scarlett]

"Me too though a woman named Belle told me my name an where I'm from. 'ppears I'm Will Scarlett from Sherwood Forest, ye sound like ye're from sort o'the same place, sir."

[young_tmriddle]

"Sherwood Forest? No, I don't think I'm from Sherwood Forest. I wish I could give you my name. I feel it must be John. A good, solid name, that."

[will_scarlett]

"Ye look like a John, sir, do ye know why ye're wearin' such odd clothes. Look like they'd trip ye up somethin' terrible."

[kitchen_maid]

"Good evening, Tom," says Amy, cheerfully.

[young_tmriddle]

"I beg your pardon? Oh! Oh, I say do you know who I am?"

She's a lovely girl, if a bit over-dressed. She must be on her to a fancy dress ball or somesuch.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy blinks.

"Yes, of course," she says. "You're Tom Riddle. Lord Ostium. Don't you know who you are?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Lord Ostium? Riddle?" He snorts with laughter. "What kind of silly names are those? Are you having me on, miss?"

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks at him, and makes a decision.

(The simple fact of the matter is that even when all else goes wrong, Englishmen generally respect two things. One is tea. The other is royalty.)

Amy squares her shoulders, gives him a look that is clearly (and regally) Not Amused, and says, "Mr. Riddle, do I look like the sort of person who would be having you on? And my name is Amy, not miss. Clearly, something has happened. Hardly the first time, in this place. But I assure you, your name is Tom Riddle. I've known you for some years now."

[queenofmay]

There's a rather stunning girl, with pale skin, proper dress and long dark curls, approaching him quite directly. Her hands full of things but she doesn't seem deterred.

"Excuse me there? Would you happen to know who you are?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm afraid I don't, miss," he says.

Here's another in fancy dress. What a festival this village must be having!

[queenofmay]

"You're next then," she says without fanfare, letting the stuff drop on the table. When this happens a name tag, quite like the ones she's holding, appears which is hanging around her neck. It reads "1" on top and "Mary" beneath it.

"You are the seventh person I've run into who's having this problem today. Do you remember anything at all that might be prevalent? Or has anyone told you your name?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm Johnathan Arch, I'm a barrister, and I am a conductor in my spare time. I think."

He blinks.

"The seventh? Really?"

[queenofmay]

She pulls out a tag, with the number "8" on top, and a line for the name beneath, and a writing implement handing them to him.

"Yep. Not sure what's causing it though. At all. Everyone I've met seems to have just woken up this way."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly has, by now, figured out that there is a wave of amnesia going around the bar. Judging by the befuddled look on Tom's face, she's thinking he's part of it.

Judging by the look on her face, that's really too bad for Tom. She picks up Aria and heads straight for him.

"Tom Riddle! There you are! You know you can't hide from us forever!"

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm- I beg your pardon, miss?"

He is frozen like a deer in headlights.

"I'm called John. I think."

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh?"

The hand that's not holding a baby is planted on her hip.

"John? That's what you're calling yourself now? It was Tom when you promised you'd always love me!"

[young_tmriddle]

"Um. I- Um."

By Jove... he's in trouble. And this, er, lady is dressed so shockingly.

"Only I seem to have lost my memory."

No, really.

[awesome_lilly]

"You. Lost. Your. Memory."

The eyeroll that accompanies this statement is really rather impressive.

"God. You used to be a better liar than that, To- John. Look, I don't know what happened. Maybe you got tired of life as a whittler of batons for the London Symphony Orchestra, maybe your sideline at the, ah, gentleman's clubs got to be too much for you, but whatever it is, tell me."

Lilly looks straight at him.

"I'm your wife. I deserve the truth."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

An obliviously cheerful "Harry" waves, grinning.

"Hey. You've got one of those, too! Is everyone here magic?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I beg your pardon?"

Magic? There's no such thing as magic.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"That's what the stick's for, isn't it?" That's what he and his brother had decided, anyway.

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm not certain what yours is for, but mine is a baton. Clearly, I conduct music in my spare time."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Hmm. Maybe we do that, too." Miniver takes his wand out and looks at it, puzzling. "So where are the musicians? This is very confusing. Oh. Hey. My brother was talking like you when we woke up. I thought he was being odd. Am I supposed to talk like you?"

Somewhere in the bar, Harry Potter is going around trying to speak with an American accent. Because his brother threatened to whack him if he didn't.