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[wheelsy_sheriff]

There is a man dozing in the corner, cap pulled down low and apple core sitting on a table nearby. Apparantly Bill didn't make it back for that shift at the station. He doesn't know that though because well, he doesn't remember much of anything. 

He'll realize that soon as he's starting to stir, waking with a drowzy yawn and blinky survey of the room. 

"...huh?"

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[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

The universe hates you, Bill.

This is why there's a confused but happy goo girl wearing what is clearly another man's very nice trenchcoat and carrying-- the universe REALLY hates you-- two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Hiya, babe! Get drunk with me!"

...well, at least it isn't a direct proposition?

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Oh, the universe hates him something fierce. For whatever reason. Poor Bill.

Bill lifts his cap off and scratches his head, looking completely bewildered. "I uh...I think I'm lost...an musta hit my head..."

His head doesn't feel like he hit it but he's pretty sure he outta remember who he is and why he's here and, wait...is she purple? "Are you purple?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Yes! Want some booze?" Free booze, Bill. Can't say no to that.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His head scratching turns into a hand rubbing his neck as he furrows his brow trying to recall something. Anything. It's not working.

"Yeah, okay I guess." He agrees with a shrug. Hey, maybe it'll help.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Awesome." A nearby table is commandeered, shots are poured, and Raz offers one to Bill grandly. "There you go, babe."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Thanks." He smiles in appreciation and takes the shot. Setting the empty glass down he fiddles with it and again tries to concentrate and come up with something to go into all the blank spaces that seem to be occupying his mind tonight.

"This might sound strange ma'am but...do you know who I am?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Nope! I know you're hot, though. Does that help?" Raspberry downs her own shot and pours them each another, grinning lewdly.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He smirks and laughs, running a hand through his hair and setting his cap down on the table. "Really think so? Now I feel like I outta get a mirror."

The shot is eyed, and then her and he smirks again and takes it.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Hell yeah, babe. Y'smokin'." Cheerful, open grin. "Totally."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly spots a man who, to her, is Mal. His confused look is a little different from Mal's, but that's the amnesia, of course.

She makes straight for him, stopping dramatically several feet away, Aria in her arms.

"...Mal? Oh my god, Mal! It's really you!"

Bill will now find himself being embraced warmly by a dead blonde girl and a drooling baby.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill sits up straighter at the call, looking around in a 'who me?' manner. Then there is hugging and drooling baby and he sits there surprised and lost.

"Uh...hi?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly moves back a little and places a hand tenderly on his face.

"Oh, Mal. I... I never thought I'd see you again. That last voyage, well. Everyone said you were dead, but I never gave up hope. I knew you'd come back to us. Even-"

Her voice breaks.

"Even if you had to go through terrifying spacemonkey territory to do it."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He blinks at her but the hand on his face gets the 'huh?' expression to turn into a smile. He's still confused as hell but obviously this woman knows him.

The 'huh?' comes back quickly though when spacemonkeys comes up. "Whut? I was where and huh?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly blinks, startled, and then smiles sadly.

"They warned me this might happen. You- you've seen things no one was meant to see, Mal. The spacemonkeys... their attack typewriters..."

A little shudder runs through her.

"Your mind's just blocking out everything because of those memories. I know it'll come back to you, though."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill stares at her, horrified a moment and then he's looking at her oddly. "You're makin that up. Right?" It sounds ridiculous but he sounds unsure.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly frowns, puzzled.

"Why would I make up something like that?"

Why, indeed.

"Mal, you've been through a terrible, terrible time, all because of that horrible experiment but... it's over now. You're with your family. It'll be okay."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He frowns. Why would someone make up a story like that? But, spacemonkeys? Really?

"Well, I...huh, you'd think spacemonkeys would be something you'd never forget." There is hesitant acceptance from Bill-Mal.

And then there is surprise again and a quick look from the lady to the baby and back again, "I'm sorry I...are we?" He points a finger between him and her, "We like...together?" Now that he really outta remember, but doesn't.

[queenofmay]

There's a stunning girl, with proper dress, pale skin and long dark curls, headed in his direction. She's been making the rounds about the whole bar in a very noticeable way. She's talking to everyone. Some people for thirty seconds and others for longer, with giving them things.

She walks up on him, looking a little weary, but still hopeful. There are things in her hands, but she appears to be wearing a yellow name tag that has the "1" on it before the pile starts.

"Hello there. Would you by any means be sure of who you are?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He gives her a strange look because what kind of question is that? Then he tries to answer it and holy hell, he doesn't know who he is.

"I...uh...do you?" He looks at the name tag. 1?

[queenofmay]

"Nope. I haven't the foggiest clue about anything really, but you can call me Mary if it makes it easier for you."

She's still looking at him hopefully, cause she'd like the answer to her question. Though she's starting to assume that blank look on his face, matching her and everyone elses, is the "no".

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Mary." He nods and then shakes his head. "Can't say that I do. This something that's goin around? Should we maybe find a doctor or somethin?"

[queenofmay]

"Haven't run into a doctor yet, but then most the people I have run into don't know what's goin' on or who they are either. I thought it was just me and then just the early ones. But the more people I ask, the bigger and bigger it keeps getting."

She pulling a lanyard and name tag out from the pile in her hands and offering it to him. It reads "13" and there's a line beneath it that's blank.

"Here this is for those who've all no memories of their own. Sort of so we're identifiable to each other. It's sort of the idea if we all know who we are we can figure if something happened or why we don't remember just being this way always."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill takes the lanyard and looks at it then back at her. "Well that's a good idea I guess."

He slips the sign over his his head. "You found anyone who does remember who they are an all of that?"

[queenofmay]

"A vastly smaller amount of them, but there's been one or two. They don't seem to have much of idea what's gone on. Something about chocolate or curry, but no one remembers seeing that anyway. They just remember waking up. You remember anything specific about that?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He thinks a moment and then shakes his head. "Nope, just been sittin here sleepin I guess." Chocolate...that tickles something way back in his head but he can't get anything more to come from it then just an inkling of a memory.