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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[hey, he looks kind of not great.

he puts his hands on the little girl's shoulders (even though she pushed him a little while ago) so that she doesn't go anywhere.

he's got his eyes on you, weirdly-colored kid.]

[She looks up at Zelman when he takes her in hand, but she doesn't resist or really do anything but look back towards Legato.]

Hey, Mister, are you okay?

[there's still a delay before he goes back to acknowledging that the kids are even there. Gotta first catch his bearings, and... recognize this place?

...Yeah. He's definitely been here before...

Oh, and then he really realizes that he's on a couch and that is not okay. So, he slides off and kind of hunkers up defensively on the floor in front of it.

Annnd, attention finally back to the kids]

Where am I?

[him sliding onto the floor makes him feel weirdly better, but him not knowing what's going on does not help.]

I don't know.

[... Rin looks around, dragging her eyes away from the strange blue-haired naked person.

This really feels familiar - the memories are a lot blurry, and kind of washed out, but she knows where she is. Sorta. And she was safe here before even though her parents weren't around. Matter of fact:]

I think it's some kinda castley place, but it's nice.

[yeah... it was a castle. And it was nice. Unsettlingly so, if he remembers correctly. One hand raises to kind of drag fingers against his temple as he tries to dredge up more memories, make sense of this--

But the motion makes the bit of chain attached to his shackles rattle, and that sort of interrupts his thoughts.

...Wait. Hadn't these been taken off somehow? And he'd had clothes...]

...How did I get here?

You don't know?

[more frowning. but this guy seems less crazy now and mostly just confused, so he lets Rin go.]

I just woke up... And this girl was here.

My name's Rin! What's yours?

[he gives the girl one short glance, but otherwise keeps his eyes on the boy]

You just woke up? What about--

[--wait. WAIT.

His eyes suddenly flick a notch wider as another memory surfaces! Turning away from the kids, he moves to start looking around on the couch and nearby table for something!]

[...welp, he doesn't know what the blue haired guy is doing, so.]

Rin... Your dress is pretty. I'm Zelman.

[as if those thoughts were either connected or just poorly timed.]

Hehe, thanks! [She grins! It's a super-friendly expression.] I think I been here before anyway, but I don't know how I got here either. But it's okay, people are pretty nice.

Ah! [--he found it!

More or less returning to where he'd just been--the spot in this room that he's deemed as mostly 'safe'--but this time, he has a little book in his hands]

Nice...?

[aren't rich people, you know... kind of jerks? that's who lives in castles, right? oh--a legato distraction!]

What's that?

Yeah-huh! Everybody was super nice to me and then... [A pause. Somebody told her her parents would come get her but she doesn't think that was what happened... what did happen? Also, where are her memories of her parents? Her face crinkles, expression going perturbed for a moment.] Uh... and then I guess I was there for a while and now I'm here again? [And she shuts up to stare at Legato.]

[nggh, he hesitates. Is he really going to bother answering this kid?

...Well, if they're like him and don't really know why they're there, then maybe it's worthwhile. Suppose it couldn't hurt, anyway. He gestures with the book, but he's holding it like he doesn't really like the thing]

Everyone here has one.

Let me see.

[he abandons Rin for a moment to try and take the book from him. :|]

[Rin crowds after him anyway. :|] I wanna see too!

[he kind of pushes the book at the him before the kid can really try to pull it away]

Look around. You probably have one too.

[not being helpful, just hoping that it's true. looking for commonalities, here]

[yup, happy to take it off your hands.

unlike Legato, he decides to take a seat on the couch until someone tells him not to. he'll flip open the book and start looking at the pages as if he actually comprehends AAAANYTHING on the pages.]

[Rin scrambles up on the couch after him! Before anything else she looks back at Legato again.]

Hey, you still really need clothes! Aren't you cold?

I don't have any.

[answered offhandedly as he scoots over to peek around the couch. watching for people, letting little bits of memory come back the more he looks around]

Told you.

[see? naked = not having clothes. he is a goddamn genius.]

Then we gotta get him some, dummy. [Zelman how can you be so obtuse. She diverts her attention to the journal after a second.]

Hey, I think I remember these things!

[and he diverts his attention back to her! Maybe there actually was something to her claim about being here before?]

You do?

You do? [but... he doesn't remember anything. D:]