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The last thing Peter remembers is hanging up Christmas lights for the party.

Well, and waking up in a completely unfamiliar place, with no hangover symptoms and nothing to suggest a concussion. (This doesn't stop him from absently patting his head every now and then, to make sure it hasn't suddenly sprouted any bruises.) And -- equally disturbing -- no wallet.

Now he's wandering the bar, searching in vain for street exits, maps, pay phones, and police.

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[gonna_live]

When Kaylee comes in the front door, she closes it -- and sees Peter.

Her smile is bright, and she waves.

(It's good to see him in one piece.)

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Peter checks behind him to make sure she's not waving at somebody else.

Then he looks back at her, visibly confused.

And tentatively waves back.

[gonna_live]

That's -- a little startling.

She approaches. "Hey," she says, slightly questioning. "You okay?"

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"Um...kind of?"

He gives her a quick, puzzled smile, and looks around again, one hand rising to rub the back of his head. "Do you work here?"

[gonna_live]

"...I...no?" Kaylee blinks at him -- surely they've had this discussion before? "I mean, I've picked up the odd tendin' shift once or twice, but -- nothin' steady." Beat. "Peter? Are you sure you're all right?"

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"You know my name." It's half-question; he lowers his hand and smiles sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry, have we -- have we met?"

[gonna_live]

Judging by the way her expression falls (and crashes through the floor, and keeps falling), that'd be a yes.

But Kaylee musters a smile, or something approximating it, and says, "We have. Yeah. Plenty of times."

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Well, he's found a goo girl in a trenchcoat. That... doesn't count at all, does it.

"Hiya, hot stuff. Looking for something?"

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Peter stares at her.

"What --"

That's the only word that makes it out.

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The trenchcoat is not particularly well-fastened. So when she raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms, it is only by accident that she remains within the definition of decently clad.

"What what?"

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"You're -- pink," says Peter, terrified.

A beat.

"Purple."

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Raz wilts slightly.

"Um. Sorry?"

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"Is that...that's not make-up?"

She's kind of transparent.

Very hard to get that effect with make-up.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly only met Peter a day or two ago, but he was cute and fun to fluster. Now... now he has a look that's suddenly increasingly common around the bar.

"Pete! You're late!"

Lilly attempts a stern face, then lets it turn into a smile.

"Aww, you know I can't stay mad at you, supercheeks. Want to hold your daughter? I know it's too early for me to really show, but I swear our next one is trying to kick anyway."

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"What?" says Peter, as every last drop of blood drains out of his face.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly laughs delightedly.

"Oh, Floppy, that's still so funny! You make the best faces when you find out I'm pregnant. Almost as good as the face you make while getting me pregnant!"

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"I don't know you," he says carefully. "I think maybe there's been some kind of mix-up -- I don't even know this place."

[awesome_lilly]

"You... you don't know me?"

Lilly's face is the picture of dismay.

"But Peter, I'm your wife. How can you not know me? I mean, my god. You've named my breasts and now you're staring at me like we're strangers."

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A brief pause.

"I named your breasts? What did I name them?"

Finding out what's going on can wait for five seconds. This is too weird not to inquire into.

[queenofmay]

Mary is casing the place with full steam a head. She seems to be talking to near everyone. Some of them only take seconds, others she stands and hands things out to, seeming to comfort them-- even though the blank expression hasn't left her features.

When she reaches the dark haired boy--he would have been cute lost one-- she sets her stuff down revealing a note card hanging down from a lanyard which reads "1" and below that "Mary".

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

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Peter stares at her.

"...Yes? Why, do you -- do you not know who you are?"

Maybe Nathan's not the only one.

[queenofmay]

"No, not at all. Though they've taken to calling me Mary. It's not my name, but it seems comforting a normalcy that I let it slide even though it doesn't ring any bells."

She bunches the stuff in her hands. "Sort of thing tonight. A lot of people not remembering any. Who they are, their names, their lives before they woke up."

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"I remember who I am," he says carefully, "and I remember my life. Just not how I got here. And I have no idea how -- I've never heard of mass amnesia. There are drugs that can cause amnesia, but not like this."

[queenofmay]

Mary should look less interested, but instead she looks more, holding the things in her arms to her.

"Truly? That's rather almost backwards of what everyone else has. I wonder if that's what happens next maybe."

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Peter shakes his head.

"How many people has this happened to?"