Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
Case #00001, Tuesday, July the Twentieth, Eighteen Hundred and Eighty-Three
((Posted by Roland Dorchester on July 21, 2010))
Subject: Miss Edana Devanter
Problem: Does not know who she is.
Miss Devanter was brought to see me by young Miss Lo late last evening (20th), in the midst of an existential dilema; she has an acute case of amnesia and has no idea who she is. She seems to know her given name, if indeed it is her given name, but nothing else. She does not know where she hails from, what her schooling was (if any), what her profession might have been (if any), or who her friends or family may be (if any).
Her manner of dress would indicate that she was not destitute before her memory loss, or her clothing may have been a gift from someone.
She awoke near the central tracks in New Babbage in the early evening of July twentieth, the first person she met was Miss Lo, who thought to bring her to me, having heard of my services from my landlord, Mr Underby. Mr Underby is apparently Miss Lo’s stepfather. Their first topic of conversation was the drink Absinthe, which Lo offered to her.
She claims to have spoken to nobody other than Miss Lo on her way to see me, though I heard her converse with Mr Underby down in the Bucket of Blood before he came to fetch me. Possibly a subconscious wish to undermine her own case, even at this early stage. Perhaps some part of her consciousness would rather she did not know her past?
After briefing me, and agreeing to my terms, I saw Miss Devanter out and immediately began surveillance. She returned to the Bucket of Blood to drink and converse with Miss Lo.
Their topics of conversation included: Zombies, Automatons.
Truly, a better case could not have presented itself as my first true case. What problem could be more of an existential nature than not knowing who one is? What makes one themself? Can one be oneself if one does not know who one is? Is Miss Devanter herself, or is she now someone else? What makes one not themself?
Despite the subconscious possible sabotage of the case, this may be more straightforward than some cases could be, as the cases I have practised on seemed to be filled with clients and subkects who desperately attempted to alter their behaviour when under my surveillance, embarrassed by whom they are; Miss Devanter does not -apparently- know who she is or how she acts, so she shouldn’t, in theory, be able to act in a false manner.
CASE STATUS: open, and ongoing.
~R. Dorchester, existential detective
*Comment by Grace Toussaint on July 21, 2010 at 10:02am
What an odd case. Do let me know if any legal matters need to be considered. *smarmy lawyer smile*
((I’d love to discuss existentialism with you someday. ;) It was my specialty in college….))
*Comment by Roland Dorchester on July 21, 2010 at 11:22am
I would adore that.
*Comment by Mr Underby on July 22, 2010 at 3:17pm
There are NO children in my pub.
*Comment by LoPixie Artful on July 22, 2010 at 9:33pm
rolls eyes i know, stepfather… i have told all the other urchins already!… sighs…
goes to underby’s table, where miss edana has unconsciously turned over three cards
…death… rebirth of something… a new life…. hmm.