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There's a teenage girl who has her head down upon her arms over a table. Presently, she yawns, stretches, and opens her eyes, blinking sleepily.

She looks around. "I wonder where I am," she says, looking dazedly about her. She doesn't feel any particular alarm, though her brow furrows in confusion.

She looks inwardly for information that...should probably be there. There's a half-eaten apple beside her, but she doesn't remember eating. She doesn't remember...anything.

At all.

Vaguely, she feels as if she should probably be a bit more upset. But her motions as she checks herself for a purse or any sort of identification are unhurried and not at all panicky. There's nothing on her person, of course, and somehow, she knew there wouldn't be.

Vaguely, she feels like eating. She's hungry.

But she's not exactly sure what she feels like eating. She doesn't remember what her favorite foods are. So she goes up to the bar and sits, a little dazed and blank.

[ooc: please not to be revealing to Angela who she is yet, plzkthxbai. :)]

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Mary is casing the bar, little b, with arms full of stuff. She seems to be talking to near everyone. Some of them only take seconds, others she stands and hands things out to.

When she finally gets to the dazed girl, she sets her stuff down revealing a note card hanging down from a lanyard which reads "1" and below that "Mary". She is staring hopefully at the girl though and not noticing these things.

"Hello there? Would you happen to know who you are?"

The girl blinks and looks at her.

"No...I do not. Do you know who you are?" she asks curiously.

"No," Mary says shaking her head, with a look and blankness that really seemed to be catching more than....well, anything that might catch.

Pulling out a name tag, with the number "9" on it, and a lanyard, she offers it to the girl.

"A lot of people seems to have lots their memories of anything before a few hours ago. Only thing really in common is the whole everyone remembers waking up thing. Here. You can have this. You're the tenth person I've met while trying to figure out whats going on."

She takes the card, looking down at it.

"Am I to be a number, then?" she asks softly. It rather brings the seriousness of her plight to the front of her mind.

Marian understood what she meant, and shrugged. "It was nicknames earlier. Like that cute boy, the red headed boy, the little lady, the suit man, and so on. But there was no way to make sure that everyone would be able to recognize who anyone was talking about."

"Besides," Mary said pointing to the line under the number. "This is the space for your name once it's figured out or someone tells you it or you remember. I'm jsut trying to get a feel for how big this is while trying to figure what it is thats happened."

....or really if this is their everyday life.

But that seems so sad an option.

She's not looking at it.

The girl nods solemnly. "Yes, that seems sensible. Thank you."

She looks at her number. "I suppose there will be someone who knows me who will say what my name is sometime. Though if it does not happen soon, I shall choose one for myself."

She didn't like having nothing to call herself.

"I'm supposed to go by Mary." She points below the number on hers.

"But it's not clicking really either. It's all I can remember of this one person saying my name earlier. I was too much in shock and then sort of ended, so I listed the thing I thought he said and picked the simplest one."

"Oh," she says softly.

"I do wonder where I am from," she continues. "But...I do not feel panicked, only oddly...calm."

"Me, either." Mary said with a strange smile. "I'm not sure why, but I think that's why I'm not freaking out. Well, that and this. It sort of feels important to figure out whats happening. Would you like me to come update you if I find anything out?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much," she says. "I'm most concerned about what happens as well."

Angela chews on her lip a little nervously. What if she's all alone here? What if no one else knows her?