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Your name is Johan.
It is a name you gave yourself.
And you are a taxi driver.
It's all you've known. At least, it was all you'd known until recently.
A chill creeped down your back as you looked around the place. It made you memember what you'd forgotten--for a split second. And then it was gone. All you've been through recently, and all the places you've been to, the people you've met, and the experiences you've felt: From forgetting everything you've ever known, to surviving murderers and carnivals and fires, to strange dream-like mazes and sinewy shadows.
And through it all you've decided to, instead of looking over things alone, you've decided to make friends and involved them in your life. It couldn't be a bad thing, right?
A glance at the mime next to you--Mimi was her name, and she was a person that you had become extremely close to in the past few days--told you that you were in good company. She frowns as she returns the glance.
Around you, beside you, sitting in chairs, some casually eating and drinking, were the people you could call friends. Maybe you're being too generous here, considering how the Noirs were undoubtedly strange--but acting, dressing, and talking like they'd just come out of some detective movies didn't seem to help their case. Meanwhile, Jeremy--the paranormal seeker and local gym rat--had only been recently met a couple of days ago, and was interacted with for only a fraction of that time.
That same chill from before became a numbness in your thoughts, and then began to fade away. Not completely, since you had the ghost of an idea that seemed to be more like you'd recalled. <span class="mu-r">Though it would be more accurate to say that you didn't recall anything new from what happened from before you'd subsequently forgotten about everything.</span> And that was fine by you--considering you had a policy of waiting and watching and accepting any memory that you happened to chance upon you. But still, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of having all of these friends alongside you, potentially supporting you and getting your support.
<span class="mu-g">"Are you alright?"</span> The pantomimicry of Mimi silently conveys to you. <span class="mu-g">"This is the second time you've spaced out."</span>
"I'm alright." You reassured her. Your words, and her silent concern, seemed to go without acknowledgement in the table.
This was because the others were discussing what to do about Hotel Oasis--which was your current place of residence.
"Say, we ain't never did get to go to the big fish's office. Why don't you three sneak in there with the info we gave ya, see?" Mike said.
Of the Noirs, thought with their leader Jamesfield still missing, most supported double-checking everything and making sure all ends were closed and dealt with. To this end, it was suggested that you and/or Jeremy make a quick search of the place, as well as conversing with the staff there in order to see if anything suspicious was happening.
It is a name you gave yourself.
And you are a taxi driver.
It's all you've known. At least, it was all you'd known until recently.
A chill creeped down your back as you looked around the place. It made you memember what you'd forgotten--for a split second. And then it was gone. All you've been through recently, and all the places you've been to, the people you've met, and the experiences you've felt: From forgetting everything you've ever known, to surviving murderers and carnivals and fires, to strange dream-like mazes and sinewy shadows.
And through it all you've decided to, instead of looking over things alone, you've decided to make friends and involved them in your life. It couldn't be a bad thing, right?
A glance at the mime next to you--Mimi was her name, and she was a person that you had become extremely close to in the past few days--told you that you were in good company. She frowns as she returns the glance.
Around you, beside you, sitting in chairs, some casually eating and drinking, were the people you could call friends. Maybe you're being too generous here, considering how the Noirs were undoubtedly strange--but acting, dressing, and talking like they'd just come out of some detective movies didn't seem to help their case. Meanwhile, Jeremy--the paranormal seeker and local gym rat--had only been recently met a couple of days ago, and was interacted with for only a fraction of that time.
That same chill from before became a numbness in your thoughts, and then began to fade away. Not completely, since you had the ghost of an idea that seemed to be more like you'd recalled. <span class="mu-r">Though it would be more accurate to say that you didn't recall anything new from what happened from before you'd subsequently forgotten about everything.</span> And that was fine by you--considering you had a policy of waiting and watching and accepting any memory that you happened to chance upon you. But still, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of having all of these friends alongside you, potentially supporting you and getting your support.
<span class="mu-g">"Are you alright?"</span> The pantomimicry of Mimi silently conveys to you. <span class="mu-g">"This is the second time you've spaced out."</span>
"I'm alright." You reassured her. Your words, and her silent concern, seemed to go without acknowledgement in the table.
This was because the others were discussing what to do about Hotel Oasis--which was your current place of residence.
"Say, we ain't never did get to go to the big fish's office. Why don't you three sneak in there with the info we gave ya, see?" Mike said.
Of the Noirs, thought with their leader Jamesfield still missing, most supported double-checking everything and making sure all ends were closed and dealt with. To this end, it was suggested that you and/or Jeremy make a quick search of the place, as well as conversing with the staff there in order to see if anything suspicious was happening.
