[He awakens to the sound of the surf. It's odd - he's not usually a beach person, he doesn't think. Or at least he wasn't near any beaches? He's not sure.]
[He opens his eyes to sunlight and the readout from his HUD. Temperate climate; proximity to ocean (wait, his boots are in the water, aren't they); location unknown. Motion trackers indicate movement nearby. Not reassuring, but not bad either.]
[There's...something he needs to be doing, isn't there? There's always something he needs to be doing. Time to...get started. Take stock. Start at the beginning.]
[His name is David.]
[He stops short at the sudden unease that statement causes, sliding down his back like ice, never mind a temperature controlled suit of armor and the warm weather. It's wrong. It's wrong. He hasn't been David since-]
[The sudden tidal wave of memories that washes over him impacts like getting hit by a car.]
[(He'd know a thing or two about that, wouldn't he.)]
[His name is Agent Washington. His friends call him Wash. He's a Reclaimer for the Bureau of Balance, because his home was eaten by a cosmic horror called the Hunger. It needs to be stopped- it's on its way-]
[And he's on an unknown island, fully equipped but without a goddamn clue how he got there.]
[Well, he wasn't wrong about there being something he needed to do. He pushes himself to his feet . Time to get going.]
1. There's No Such Thing As Ghosts
[It takes Wash about ninety seconds to realize that he hates this fucking beach.]
[He likes to think he can handle a lot, and maybe he can, but evidence that this might damn well be - and hell, probably is - a digital simulation, created by an unknown force and trapping them there for an unknown purpose-]
[They might be Alpha's memories, but that doesn't mean they can't still fuck him up.]
[Keep an eye out and you may see a heavily armored man all but speedwalking to get off this damn beach, because he is not staying here a second longer than he has to.]
2. The return of the Salt and Pepper Diner
[It doesn't take long for Wash to realize that, not only are his fellow Reclaimers here, but that not all of them got their memories back as quickly as he did...or at all. Yet.]
[Hopefully it's a "yet."]
[There's an easy litmus test for that, and all it takes is an hour of meditation before Athena is back in his arms, meowing loudly and batting at his helmet. There you are! She was getting worried.]
[She's now scouting ahead of him, so don't be surprised if a fifteen-pound gray Norwegian Forest cat bounds up to you and starts rubbing against your legs or pouncing on your feet. She's helping!]
[It'll take a minute or two for Wash to come by, and he's definitely got an eye out for your reaction. If you recognize Athena, you remember something; if you don't, you're still an amnesiac, or someone he's never met.]
3. Stuff and Things
[It started off small - finding the omamori Maya had given him for Candlenights tangled in the branches of a tree. Getting it down had shaken loose a few other items, and it had become a full-blown scavenger hunt, gathering up whatever scattered items he recognized as belonging to Reclaimers (and a few he didn't, but he has pattern recognition and he might as well) and bringing them back to a not-horrifyingly-glitchy part of the beach. He's currently sorting his current armful into a pile system - weapons, armor, magic items, miscellanea - with a number of other, smaller piles off to the side. If you express interest, he gestures at the larger piles:]
Go ahead. If something looks familiar, it might be yours.
[It'll get sorted once everyone gets their memories back, he hopes.]
[If he knows you, however, he'll gesture instead to one of the smaller piles.]
Wash | Red vs Blue
[He opens his eyes to sunlight and the readout from his HUD. Temperate climate; proximity to ocean (wait, his boots are in the water, aren't they); location unknown. Motion trackers indicate movement nearby. Not reassuring, but not bad either.]
[There's...something he needs to be doing, isn't there? There's always something he needs to be doing. Time to...get started. Take stock. Start at the beginning.]
[His name is David.]
[He stops short at the sudden unease that statement causes, sliding down his back like ice, never mind a temperature controlled suit of armor and the warm weather. It's wrong. It's wrong. He hasn't been David since-]
[The sudden tidal wave of memories that washes over him impacts like getting hit by a car.]
[(He'd know a thing or two about that, wouldn't he.)]
[His name is Agent Washington. His friends call him Wash. He's a Reclaimer for the Bureau of Balance, because his home was eaten by a cosmic horror called the Hunger. It needs to be stopped- it's on its way-]
[And he's on an unknown island, fully equipped but without a goddamn clue how he got there.]
[Well, he wasn't wrong about there being something he needed to do. He pushes himself to his feet . Time to get going.]
1. There's No Such Thing As Ghosts
[It takes Wash about ninety seconds to realize that he hates this fucking beach.]
[He likes to think he can handle a lot, and maybe he can, but evidence that this might damn well be - and hell, probably is - a digital simulation, created by an unknown force and trapping them there for an unknown purpose-]
[They might be Alpha's memories, but that doesn't mean they can't still fuck him up.]
[Keep an eye out and you may see a heavily armored man all but speedwalking to get off this damn beach, because he is not staying here a second longer than he has to.]
2. The return of the Salt and Pepper Diner
[It doesn't take long for Wash to realize that, not only are his fellow Reclaimers here, but that not all of them got their memories back as quickly as he did...or at all. Yet.]
[Hopefully it's a "yet."]
[There's an easy litmus test for that, and all it takes is an hour of meditation before Athena is back in his arms, meowing loudly and batting at his helmet. There you are! She was getting worried.]
[She's now scouting ahead of him, so don't be surprised if a fifteen-pound gray Norwegian Forest cat bounds up to you and starts rubbing against your legs or pouncing on your feet. She's helping!]
[It'll take a minute or two for Wash to come by, and he's definitely got an eye out for your reaction. If you recognize Athena, you remember something; if you don't, you're still an amnesiac, or someone he's never met.]
3. Stuff and Things
[It started off small - finding the omamori Maya had given him for Candlenights tangled in the branches of a tree. Getting it down had shaken loose a few other items, and it had become a full-blown scavenger hunt, gathering up whatever scattered items he recognized as belonging to Reclaimers (and a few he didn't, but he has pattern recognition and he might as well) and bringing them back to a not-horrifyingly-glitchy part of the beach. He's currently sorting his current armful into a pile system - weapons, armor, magic items, miscellanea - with a number of other, smaller piles off to the side. If you express interest, he gestures at the larger piles:]
Go ahead. If something looks familiar, it might be yours.
[It'll get sorted once everyone gets their memories back, he hopes.]
[If he knows you, however, he'll gesture instead to one of the smaller piles.]
That one's yours.
4. Wildcard
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