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[trainwrecking]

[School papers in hand and Hinoti-Ri ID on his bedside table for personal reference, Otonashi clicks the feed open on his watch. Dark circles lining his eyes, ruffled hair and a more unkempt shirt tell the story of a boy who either stayed up all night or who consistently hasn't been sleeping as well as he should.

He glances back to the ID card, over the name listed on it. Without that piece of information, he wouldn't even be able to fill in the first name section.]

So, ahh... this school thing... What if you don't know where to start? [There he goes, ruffling his own hair again.] Ugh, that sounds weird.

Wh-what I mean is... if you don't remember where you left off in school, what can you do? Oi, I don't even remember my birthday... [Paperwork: everyone's nemesis, but doubly so for an amnesiac.]

-- action option;

[3:00 A.M is an unreasonable hour to be wandering around outside of his apartment, but he's craving a drink—not tap water or coffee—and since sleeping is not happening, he might as well. Feel free to bump into him or yell at him to go to bed, but good luck with the latter.]

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[aurathread]

I don't know my birthday or where I left off in school either. I'm not going to school, though.

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[trainwrecking]

You too, huh..? Um... how long has it gone on for you? Memory has to come back sometime, right..?

[aurathread]

I've been here two months, and I think it was about six months before that when I lost my memories.

[trainwrecking]

So... eight months and no sign of remembering anything? [Strange that this person has a timeline for their memory loss. Was it a very specific event?]

Maybe there's... someone here we can talk to? It probably shouldn't go on like this... [...] But I—

[aurathread]

I don't know. I remember some things, but... I don't know if I want to remember more.

[trainwrecking]

... Yeah. I... wonder what would change if suddenly I remembered. I want to—I don't want to be like this forever—but it's... worrying, too. [In other words, he understands. Is there a reason why they don't remember? Is it repression to protect themselves?]

[aurathread]

My... my memories were messed with. I don't know if... if there's anything other than the bad things I was made to remember.

[trainwrecking]

[He pauses, a shiver creeping its way into his voice. Memory tampering hits rather close to home.]

... Messed with? How? Why?!

[aurathread]

I don't know how she did it. But she wanted to keep me stuck in The World.

[trainwrecking]

The... world? Your world? And whoever "she" is, she has no right messing with your memories.

[aurathread]

No, she doesn't. And...

['"The World" and all of its wonders... this is my world, you see.']

The World is an MMORPG. Not the real world. It's a video game called The World.

[trainwrecking]

An... actual MMORPG? A-as in... you know you come from there? I-I mean, my world used JRPG terms! I don't think I ever played anything called The World though. [Says the other amnesiac...]

[aurathread]

[Seriously, again?]

This is my avatar from the game. Okay?

[trainwrecking]

[O h. Well, now he feels bad.]

Ahh..! S-sorry! It just sounded like you were... actually part of a game. Exclusively, I mean. [So that's not even his real body...?]

[aurathread]

... I guess I didn't explain it well.

[trainwrecking]

No, I, uh... just imagined something dumb again. I thought you broke out of your game or— ehh, you know, nevermind. [Imagination + Otonashi = gross inaccuracy.]

It seems like a lot of us have unusual circumstances here. Being from somewhere other than a traditional home isn't so strange...