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[kitchen_maid]

It's been a good day for Amy, a pleasant afternoon with lemonade and ice cream in the garden and long meandering conversations with Meg and Susan and Rosalind.

But now it's time to look in on Milliways and see how the latest absurdity is progressing. After all, she promised Door that she would.

So it's a slightly solemn-looking young queen who comes in this evening.

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[iopenthings]

After settling--can she even call it settling, really?--things with Tom, Door headed to her study to make headway on the pile of paperwork that had accumulated in her absence.

Somewhere around the middle of the pile she finds Amy's note.

Her expression after she reads it is rather different than it was a moment before.

And then she's up and moving toward the painting to Milliways. She needs to find Amy.

[kitchen_maid]

And conveniently, Amy is there to be found.

Funny how that works out, isn't it?

"Door!"

[iopenthings]

"Amy!"

Door looks quite relieved at the moment, rushing over toward her friend.

"Oh, I am glad to see you."

[kitchen_maid]

"I take it that means the situation has not greatly improved, then," says Amy, with a bit of a frown.

"Tea, I think," she adds, firmly. "Yes, tea and a somewhat quiet place to talk."

[iopenthings]

"Well, he's home now, at the least."

She does not, however, disagree with the need for tea.

"So I suppose that's a start."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy finds an out-of-the-way table and dispatches a waitrat for tea.

"And he's not hurt," says Amy. "And Professor Lyon assured me it's not been done with any malice. Which I suppose is a good thing."

[iopenthings]

Door's eyes flash red for a moment, but it fades back into its usual blue-green.

Eventually.

"It's also something. I--I wish it helped more. Knowing that, that is."

[kitchen_maid]

That's . . . mildly unsettling.

"Well, it means no one is deliberately targeting your family. And it may mean this wasn't . . . intended to happen the way it did. In which case, perhaps it will be set right more quickly."

The tea arrives and Amy pours, briskly and with the ease of someone who has served a lot of tea in her life.

"Now, how can I help?"

[iopenthings]

Door drops her head into her hands, eyes closing.

"I've no idea. I really don't."

She takes a breath.

"If this lasts much longer, I think I'll go mad. And it's only been a day or two."

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes, that I can quite understand," she says, laying a hand gently on Door's arm.

After all, she can guess how she'd feel if Perry suddenly didn't know her or Susan.

"How's he doing?"

[iopenthings]

Door looks up after a moment, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

"He's well, physically, like you said. And oh, Amy, he so wants to know who he is. I--I can't think of anything to help him."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is very grateful Door missed the part where "John" thought he was a conductor and Door was a trollop.

She frowns, thoughtfully.

"Being at home isn't helping? Oh, dear. How are Ingress and Gavroche dealing with it?"

[iopenthings]

"They're quite occupied with their own things. Though I have told Ingress that Tom isn't well. It--seems to satisfy her. Though she did want to make him soup."

It was very salty soup.

They gave it to Hunter.

[queenofmay]

As it so happens in Milliways, amnesia or no amnesia, sometimes when people are looking for people, they just happen to run into each other.

Thus there is a medieval lady in blue jeans and a long sleeve grey shirt, bearing the yellow name tag reading "1", "Mary", "Marian" who just happens to be running the normal investigation table that notices the seriously looking woman walk in.

Bright still from last nights party, she called out, sweetly, "Hopefully it can not be all that bad."

[kitchen_maid]

A smile. "Good evening, Marian," she says. "I should not say that it's bad, no, just that there is rather a lot to think on. And how are you this evening?"


[OOC: Goodness but I'm good at missing you. I promise it's not intentional. Slowtime if you like -- I crashed fairly abruptly last night, I'm afraid.]

[queenofmay]

[*laughs* No worries or hard feelings. Sometimes those things just happen. Especially sleep, cause its a good happening.]

"At rights as much as can be," she makes a general wave to the table. "Last nights dance was a rather big and grand scene though, so this day most everyone's been in a chipper mood."

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, was there a dance last night, then? I'm quite sorry I mised that, even if, well, I'm not exactly dancing much these days," she says, with a slight gesture to her curved stomach. She's seven months along now.

She studies the table with a bit of a frown.

"Oh, dear."

[queenofmay]

"We could have gathered the rose crowned boys to dance around you? And, truly, It's not all that bad," Marian said brightly. "I mean it is amnesia, but really it being almost a week the shines worn off in a lot of places. Or maybe it's running the table, and helping all the others that keeps me calmed in it."

The last sentence is said with a teasing expression.

[kitchen_maid]

"I would ask you if this is your first Milliways crisis, but I suppose you have no way of knowing, if my friend Tom is anything to judge by. Still, they've all, or most of them I suppose, have worked out in the end."

Amy's ridden out her fair share at this point.

"What have you learned, if I may ask?"

[queenofmay]

"Oh, I've been running the table everyday. I'm pretty much the best source to check in with on the whole event, save Agnes, who's helping me."

This is said with no real ego, just in passing, as she's reaching under the table to pull out a binder.

"Going from her first hunch that it was a magical midsummer mishap, we've cataloged a grand total of of about twenty-five tagged people, with the estimation about another ten or fifteen untagged, and we're still trying to find an apple. Since the apples seems to be the catalyst for this event."

Her brow furrowed. "I'm still working on the whole process of how to figure out who gave everyone the apples. As so few remember the apples, and no one managed to keep one in the panic of waking up, there's no real way to trace back where or who they might have come from."

[kitchen_maid]

"Apples?" says Amy.

That's worrying. Amy is quite fond of apples.

"Well, Professor Lyon seemed quite certain it was magical," she says, briskly. "And not of the Dark, not intended to harm anyone. Not that that means no one has been hurt, but it's probably preferrable to the alternative."

Amy's been through the alternative. Not pleasant.

[queenofmay]

"Yes, apples," Marian said with a nod. "We've had enough correlating evidence among the ones we've tagged and questioned to be unable to rule it out. I wish I'd managed to save one of the ones near waking people, but, sadly, no."

Her head tilted slightly. "Things like this happen here often? I had heard odd happened here, but no mentioned adverse amnesia happened before."

[kitchen_maid]

"Well, I don't remember memory loss happening before, but, yes, there are a great many odd little occurances that seem to happen here. Some of them are merely annoyances, some of them are quite serious problems, and most fall somewhere in between."

[queenofmay]

Marian looked a little dubious of all of that. Because the more she heard of Milliways, the more it was curiously strange they were all still willingly here.

"How is Tom doing?" She asked, since it seemed related enough in her head. Odd things and people related to their odd thing.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy considers the bad and odd and unpleasant of Milliways to be far far outweighed by the good and wonderful.

But she won't deny the bad and odd and unpleasant exist.

"Well enough, as far as I know. I've not had a chance to speak to him for a couple of days."