When Jeffery put the pocket knife down, it stopped flashing. What the? He picked it up again and it started to spin like crazy. He put it down, and it stopped. What was wrong with this thing? Was it, like, an alarm of some kind? And why did it always whirl when he held it?

Charlotte frowned. Were they hers or something? There was the tape and all but she doubted that she needed glasses. The lenses were different tints too... that was odd. Who would do that? "Is anyone missing a pair of glasses?" she asked them all, not expecting any of them to say yes because they all seemed to be seeing properly. They reminded her of something she had seen before... but she couldn't quite remember what it was, where it was from.

Charlotte, you're a little disturbed by the fact that you've found a pair of glasses when no one in the room needs them. Well, then just who do they belong to?

OOC Point of interest: As I will be gone all weekend, I'm going to try to set it up so that you guys can operate on your own for a couple of days. Then, there will be a MAJOR plot drop on Monday. I mean, big time. It'll be sweet.

Charlotte wondered if she should try them on, maybe they were magic, like that pathetic stick. She rolled her eyes, magic? Who was she kidding, it didn't exist. She slid the old glasses on, wondering if it would allow her to see something weird... like night vision or something amazing. Her eyes were closed as she put it on/ She opened her eyes slowly, to see what would happen.

He pulled his hands from his pockets holding whatever was in there, there was no point in worrying. If he's not going to find anything and is going to lose hope then it'll happen and there's nothing he could do about it. He looked at the objects in his hands, some candy wrapers, an elastic, some crumbs, and .. what's that, cufflinks?! He let the other worthless wrappers drop from his hands as he examined the cufflinks closely. They looked fancy, but why would they be in his pockets? They had to be his, but that meant that he's supposed to be wearing something like a suit. He looked down at his clothes and saw that he was actually wearing a suit and a lose tie around his neck, the cufflinks would've looked good on him had his clothes not been torn in some places and dirty with dust. He looked back at the cufflinks and noticed something written on them, some initials.

Feeling a little excited he looked at them more closely, what does 'SC' stand for? Maybe they were his name's initials or the initials of the maker of these cufflinks?, and why was he wearing a suit, was he going to some formal party when this happened? He looked up when a girls' voice interupted his thoughts, she seemed to be shy and now that he had actually found something that could at least lead him somewhere he was keen to discuss it with somebody else.

"Hello there," He smiled at her, his tone encourging and pleasant enough. "Oh no, I have no idea what's going on." He answered her looking a little apologetic. "I thought I was kidnapped when Iggy there said that no one had any memory of what happened." He told her, pointing at the back of the amusing guy who he'd talked to earlier.

"But look wha--" He started but stopped as the girl tripped over. He looked at the floor and didn't see anything she could've tripped over, this was weird. "Are you alright?" He asked her as she started looking around for the thing she tripped over but she seemed not to find anything.
"God this place is creepy," He said bending down beside her to see if there was anything there. He looked up and saw that she had found somthing, a photo of some sort. It seemed to belong to one of the girls in the room, because the girl had hurried towards her.

What did this mean? Them stumbling around and finding things that tell them who they are? Like hints. There must be something/someone at work here. Maybe some strange force was playing games with them, dangerous games perhaps or maybe it was just some sick prank or something. He frowned, thinking deeply and returned his attention to the cufflinks in his hands. He looked under him and picked up the candy wrappers that he hadn't paid attention to earlier and started examining them too.

Sylvestre looks at the pocket watch, he oped it and his brow furrowed, it was a bunch of small orbs floating around a yellow orbs....kind of like the planets, he thought as he watched the orbs move. How am I suppose to read this he thought as he watched mesmerized by the little orbs rotating.

She was watching Frenchie without a lot of interest at the moment, but she was curious about the.... compass, was it? Shaking her head, she took off her ring - or her grandmother's ring - and turned it over a few times in her hands, as if waiting for it to speak to her.

Charlotte, the glasses make your vision fuzzy and give you a headache. XD

phoenix_tears, There are tiny holes in the cufflinks as if they used to hold decorative stones of some sort, but those are missing.

B. Robin, You feel like there's a significance to the type of stone in the ring.

Sylvestre sighed and closed the watch, he opened it again same thing he sighed as he closed it, he moved his thumb in circles over the watch. He opened it again and watched the orb, he looked up and saw Logic with her ring, "You as confused by your ring as I am with my watch," he asked.

First thought that popped into mind was: Ow. Who had such terrible vision? She immediately took them off, not wanting to make her eyes go through such torture any longer. So what was a pair of glasses doing here? Who hear had terrible eyesight? No one. She wondered if someone else would appear and claim that these glasses were theirs... probably not. What else was there here? Why were they in here?

Just a note--I'd really like to see some more personal interaction between characters. I'll leave a nice, juicy post before I leave today (in about 8 hours or so), but I'll be online for most of the time between now and then.

Sydney still didn't know what to think of the TV. After watching it for a few more minutes she had concluded it must be some sort of picture, judging by the way the people on the TV seemed to preoccupied with different things than the people standing around her. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion. She would have to get someone to explain it to her better some other time, though, if she wanted to fully understand.

For some reason the girl wasn't too surprised when the fridge disappeared. After all, the television had also appeared out of no where. It seemed like the house was messing with them. She hoped the fridge would appear later with some real food in it, rather than dead body parts. Her stomach was still growling away.

She was just thinking about going to search the rest of the house for food when one of the strangers tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes raised expectantly, a skeptical look on her face. At the sight of the photograph the look on her face softened, though. There she was... smiling with a stranger. She looked happy- a lot happier than the girl she's seen in the mirror that morning. "I... uhm..." She didn't know what to say. Her first reaction was to call the girl insane and walk away- she didn't know her. And yet, she must have.

So, Sydney didn't do that. "It's not mine. At least... I don't think it is." she said, forehead creased. "I can't know for sure though. I don't remember anything... From what I've heard no one here does. I only just found out what my name is." Sydney sighed.

"Do you happen to know yours yet?" she implored in a seemingly casual manner, rocking on the balls of her feet anxiously. "I think we must be friends."

A fridge appears. It looks different from the last two.

For note: What I was trying to get at was that the picture was one of the two of you together.

EEP!

Another fridge!

It looked different. She sure hope the content of the the fridge was different too. There was no way she was going to eat what was in the fridge last time. Turning around as the fridge appeared beside her she grabbed a hold of the handle. Cautiously, she slowwwly opened the door and peered inside, hopeful for some food she could stomach.

The fridge is empty except for a single, red apple sitting on one of the shelves. And, not only is it empty, but it's spotless. Like brand new.

Jeffery looked up from his whirling compass to see another fridge appear! No way was he opening that, nope nope nope nope nope. Not after what happened last time he opened a fridge. He set the compass down on the counter and it stopped whirling. What was wrong with this thing? Was it broken? He walked out into the living room, carrying the compass with him. It was whizzing like never before. He walked over to the girl named Charlotte, who was trying on glasses. "Hey, where did you find those?" He asked, giving the glasses a questioning look. But he snapped out of it and said, "Hey, could you hold this for me for a second?" He handed her the compass to see what it would do.

Charlotte looked at the thingy. "Uhm... sure... what does it do?" she asked as she took it and watched as it whirled around and around. She looked at the glasses. "These? I found them by the overhead," she said. Oh look. Another fridge! She hoped there was food in it... she was getting a bit hungry. She looked at the compass in her hand. Ohkay... so... what now?

Another apple appears next to the first.

Still frowning at the ring, she began to reply, "Definitely. I mean what could possibly----?" She cut herself as she looked up at Frenchie and took in what he said. Then a grin spread onto her face like it was Christmas morning. "It's the stone," she said excitedly, turning the ring over in her fingers again. "Beryl. That's my name."

Sylvestre looked up at her, as her face lit up, he watched her amused, and the heard what he said he stood up a grin on his face, "Beryl Robin.....it suits you," he said with a giant smile, "Beryl I like that nameb but, I will always know you as Logic sorry," he shrugged.

ooc: Not sure if we're allowed to make-up our own little things, but I couldn't help myself and made up the closet. xD If it's not okay, Reincarnation, let me know and I'll edit this post.

Tristan needed some time alone. He wasn't a very social creature anyway, so he didn't necessarily feel very comforted by the fact that he wasn't the only one in this horrible situation. He found no comfort in watching others pace around, discovering new things about themselves; perhaps he was selfish, but he simply didn't care.
Perhaps he was selfish, and that's why he'd tried to get Lisette to… who knows, get engaged to him, before their memories were wiped out?
Perhaps he was selfish… and wanted to keep her to replace what he'd lost when the elderly woman they'd seen in the video passed away.

Who knew, it was all just too many questions and not enough answers, and it wasn't making him feel any better. But… at least he knew his name. Or part of it. T.D.C… What did the D and the C stand for? It seemed he used to go by his initials often rather than just his first name.

After just standing there for a few long moments, Tristan stuffed Lisette's picture back in his pocket, returning to the hallway he'd just emerged from and letting his curious brown-eyed gaze to fall on the closet door that had just appeared moments earlier. He approached it once again, opening the door and taking a moment to admire what was inside. It seemed to be a large walk-in closet, with racks filled with all different types of clothes - male clothing, female clothing, all different types of styles. It was as if it was a closet made not just for one person but for a whole group. The racks of shoes differed greatly in style too, and some even looked a little worn, like they had been used for years.

Tristan walked inside, curiosity burning in his eyes as he approached the clothes hanging on the racks, going through a few things for a moment. He was also a little surprised to find that some of the clothes had things in their pockets; but, not wanting to be invading anyone's personal things, he didn't take out any of these things. Instead, he paced over to the other side of the room, where a whole wall was covered entirely by a wooden wardrobe with many different sections, and all were filled with something different. Tristan didn't want to be a snoop, but…. he couldn't help his curiosity. He reached out into one of the sections where a stack of old, used notebooks laid. He pulled out the one on the very top, a very plain notebook with a black leather cover, no titles or words or anything on the front. He opened it and flipped through the pages, but was surprised to find that, despite its old and worn look, the pages of the book were completely blank.

OOC: No problem. That's very close to what I was going to put in the closet, anyway. But, before I leave today, I'm going to flash a series of images across the TV. Should give you plenty to talk to each other about until Monday. Which will be so cool. And you might even figure out where you are. Mwahaha.

Beryl... It just sounds right. You know immediately that this is your first name.

Tristan, The pages of the book are, indeed blank, but the front of the page has written, in very tidy handwriting, 'Tristan Darius Coleman'

OOC: Omg I'm sooo out of it, my bad

She looked, dazed, snapping out of her dreamy state, she looked around, the room had rapidly decreased in number of people, evidently they were searching around, but she just couldn't be bothered, she still had the weird cotton wool feeling in her mouth, she pulled herself onto the work top, and waited for herself to wake up from this weird dream, atempting to speed up the process she pinched her arm hard, ouch she said, feeling tears come to her eyes, she blinked them away and sighed

"Oh... well, that's a pretty strange place to find a pair of glasses. But by what we've found so far I'm starting to get used to it." Jeffery grinned, but then frowned as the compass stopped whirling and flashing when Charlotte held it. He took it into his hands again. It started to spin. "I don't think this is a compass." What was up with this pocket knife? Cut-healing wood? Flashing compasses? A spoon? What was wrong with this thing?

OOC: It's a Sneaker Scope!!!

"The strange thing is that everyone here can see fine, no one is missing a pair of glasses..." Charlotte said. She gave him a smiled and noticed that the thing had stopped spinning. Wait, what? When he took it, it started to whirl again. "Then what is it?" she asked with confusion. "What has it done so far?" Charlotte asked.