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[AntiAntiMatter]

Using the drug store as a reference point, go to 8901 University street. Find out who you are.

[Doret]

Drive to the Drugstore, exit the car and enter the drug store. Request knowledge to the University, The Carson Investing Firm, and the nearest Gasstation to the University. Take these directions and drive to the gas station, use our five marks to buy 3 bags of chips and a drink we prefer by name. Drive to the University and drive to the office and request that they tell you your dorm number, take this number and use it to locate our dorm!

[Argonnek]

You start up the car and signal a turn. Getting on the road into the city, you turn into the lot for the first drugstore you see. It is very familiar feeling, so you let your legs to the walking while your brain observes. You walk through the doors, wave involuntarily at the cashier and head to the beer isle. You pick up some Guinness and head to the register.

"You turned 21 just last month and you've already got a preference? And at Six in the damn morning?" Says Joe. You aren't sure how you know his name, but you do.
"Actually, I was wondering when I was last here, Joe." You say.
"Err, about a week ago, you picked up some cheap beer for a party. Why?"
"Well, I can't remember anything about myself, about most things, actually."
"Yer shittin' me." He raised one eyebrow.
"I assure you, I am not." You give him the short version of the story of what has transpired so far.
"Well, I still think this is some sort of practical joke, but okay." He starts off. "Your name is Johnathan Leeds, you've been coming to my store since you got to college 'bout three years ago, you've been payin' with cash every time you've come, and you live in the University with all of the other college kids. You're also one of the least shitty customers I've ever met. You always pay exactly what is charged, 'cuz you do all of the math in your head, even the tax. I think you said once that you majored on engineering. Don't know much more thn' that."
"That's really helpful, Joe, Thanks." You say, genuinely meaning it. "Also, I don't have the $12.03 to pay for this."
"Nah," He waves his hand at you. "Just take it. After the shit you've been through, you deserve a good drink."
You smile at him. "Thanks, Joe."

You pick up your beer and head to your car. To avoid suspicion, you let your arms put it in the trunk and enter the driver's seat. Looking down the road, you see a sign that points to the university. You get on the already crowded street and head toward the sign. In no time you enter the parking lot of the university and found a spot marked 'resident parking.'

[Doret]

Park in Resident parking. Find our way to our dorm with beer in hand, hopefully there is no policy against alcohol here.

[Argonnek]

You park, get your beer out of the trunk, and head to the northern half of the campus. You pass through the plaza, glancing at the fountain as you do. You see many people, but don't recognize any of them. You come up to a building marked N Mens Dorm. You enter and automatically head up to the second floor. You come up to room 245 and try to enter, but it's locked. Figures. You head on down to the office. You knock on the window and talk to the desk worker.

"Hey John," he says. "Lose your room key again?"
"Er, yeah," you answer.
"Where have you been? It's been, like, a week since you last walked out of here."
"Well..." You linger on the last sound for a while. "I don't know."
He raises his eyebrows at you.
You give him the story, but he doesn't lower his eyebrows.
"Right." He says. "I'm not convinced. I'll just chalk it up to being at your girlfriend's." He hands you the key.

You decide not to press the point and go back to your room. You unlock the door and step inside.

[Doret]

Put our beer in the mini-fridge next to our bed and immediately turn on our laptop to see what other information we can scrounge up about ourselves. If it's passworded our muscle memory should know what to do!

[Argonnek]

((Sorry for delays, held up by Christmas activities.))
You put the Guinness in the fridge and plop down on your unmade bed. You search for your computer, but can't find it. You check under the pillows, under the sheets, behind the fridge, all through your tiny closet, and around the writing desk, but to no avail.
You start to worry that it was stolen, but the only person who would have a copy of your key besides the office guy would be... Laura. You try your hardest to remember what she is like, but it's still a blank spot in your memory.
You sift through the piles of paper on your writing desk. Missed assignments, receipts, various college related pieces of paperwork. You pick up a pile of pinkish papers and read them in the order they're stacked.

"Love letters." You whisper to yourself. "Addressed to me."
Something catches in your throat, and you choke back a sob. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Calm down now.

You read through all of the letters, and in one of them, she mentions that she loves to sit staring into the fountain in the campus plaza. You wonder if you should go there.

[mcclay]

go to the fountian to meet with our love long lost!
oh yeas new sub-name :the Scavnger

[AntiAntiMatter]

Do not go looking for Laura yet. You'll screw up. Look through your stuff to see if there is anything important.

[Doret]

Search around for our hat/ signature item. Then wear hat/ signature item. Search for our bag, then equip bag.

[Argonnek]

You lean against your chair to contemplate your options. If you go to her you can show her that you're not dead, but not knowing what you're dealing with might cause irreparable damage to your relationship. If, however, you don't do anything at all, she might move on! What to do...

A decision starts to form in your mind when someone knocks on your door. You answer it. It's the guy who gave you your replacement key.

"I forgot to mention it earlier, you got a ton of mail while you were gone." He hands you three boxes, a manila folder, two envelopes marked 'urgent,' and seven letters.
"Don't go disappearing off the face of the earth any more. It only hurts ya in the long run." He says helpfully.
You begin to explain that you weren't in your right mind, but he ignores you and leaves.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Read mail.

[Doret]

Look for our hat/ signature item. Without it we will surely be unrecognisable!

[Argonnek]

You decide to open the urgent mail first.

Anne Price
Student Counselor
4th office, Nepenthe Univ.

IMPORTANT SCHOLARSHIP NOTICE.

It has come to our attention that you have been absent from all of your classes for approximately three days. Continuation to do so will result in the reduction or removal of scholarship funds granted you by this university. As we are the most highly rated higher learning institution in the country, we must hold all of our students and staff to very high standards, and failure to meet these standards will cause harm to the name of the entire school. I remind you that the student's contract you signed at the beginning of your education here was a stated promise to uphold the values of our school, among them expedience, perseverance, and honor. If you continue on this destructive course, the school may be forced to take action to correct it. Please contact me at my office between 7:00 AM and 8:00 PM if you have any questions.

Ugh... Ms. Price. You clearly remember her being a woman of stone. She seemed to have only two emotions: Disdain and apathy. You don't intend to contact her anytime soon. Any question you might have can be answered without talking to that heartless old bat.
Moving on, you open the next urgent envelope. It's essentially the same message, but updated to saying that you were absent for five days instead of three.
Two of the boxes contained novels that you most likely ordered off of the internet before the memory loss. The third, however, contained a lockpicking training kit, with several different locks of varying difficulty. You stare at this for a while, but can think of no conceivable reason why you would order such a thing. Putting it aside for later, you open the manila folder. It has a set of "professional" lock picks, wires, wrenches, and other useful bits. Apparently, you were, at one point, very eager to get into somewhere you should not be.
Dreading what you may find, you look over the letters. A bank statement, saying that you have 400 marks in your savings account; a nice letter from your mother, and five spam letters claiming to shrink your belly and give you one hundred girlfriends in the process.

You decide on a whim to wear your heavy trench coat. Anyone who knew you would immediately recognize it, and you, because you wear it every single winter as soon as it starts to snow.

[Lillipad]

Throw the urgent letters and spam in the trash, then read the instructions that most likely came with the training kit.