Matthew of Ostia

((public))

Well, it seems I've finally begun to regain a memory. I seem to be getting them back at a slower rate than the others- perhaps I've been keeping myself too busy.

A place name. I'm not quite sure where it is or what it means, but I think it's my home.

Ostia.

I'm from Ostia.

I didn't know any of the people who disappeared. At least, not personally. 

I'm sorry for your losses. Let's hope they got home.

[private, unhackable]

She'd better not disappear as well.

((Filtered to Leila.))

Come on, I know you're there.

[public]

People, we have a problem of some magnitude.

Yes, yes, I'm sure you're all preoccupied with whining about your tourney losses and having your genders altered. I hear someone died lately? Man, that's just horrible. But this is worse.

There is a pants thief on the loose.

(It's not me.)

Come on. I mean, come on. As if things weren't bad enough? Being stuck on some island without any memories? Now we apparently don't get to have pants either? One of you needs to fess up. I mean, like, now. Man up.

Please?

Seriously. I am cold. In places that should never be cold. Living amongst us there is a heartless, callous pilferer of pantaloons. Arm yourselves!  Police the halls! It's up to us to locate this villainous rogue!

(I suspect that cute red-headed chick in Room 201.)

[public]

Here's what I've learned.

This place is called Memento Eden. It's an island in the middle of nowhere. No one knows where we are. No one knows why we're here. Everyone here shows up here without memories of who they were. We all look different, we all act different, we all have different abilities. I don't think we all come from the same... place, as it were.

There's a lot of technology here I don't recognize. Candles that turn on at the flick of a switch. Boxes that preserve food in ice. Harnessed lightning. I'm not so much a rube as to believe it's magic, but I'll be damned if I know how any of it works.

Of course, I intend to find out.

Some girl was found bleeding in the snow. She looked near death. Is that it? Do we come here after we die, or perhaps during? I'm kinda hoping I'm not dead, but somehow I can't see it mattering... I'm a long ways from having to worry about that stuff just yet. First I need to find lodgings and introduce myself. I'd best make myself known as a man to talk to. A man to trust.

[private]

Something about that girl...

Blast it. This would be a lot easier if I could remember who I'm supposed to be reporting to.