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[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[Lemony is up at the crack of dawn. He immediately notices the presence of the others and is reminded of his bunks back when he was affiliated with some sort of secret organization, but alas, those days are gone. Still, this is yet another step that must be hurdled in the life of Lemony Snicket, and steps are easily tripped over if approached too recklessly. He calmly exits the room and begins exploring.

He can be found in front of the portraits, with a large stack of paper. There, he seems to be...calmly sketching replicas of the portraits onto each sheet of paper. Once he is done with a sketch, he places it next to him and works on the next one. “How very curious” is what one would say if they were curious about this, but it’s likely you have other things to worry about.]

[ She should be doing something similar. Taking notes. But she's not sure what she'd begin to do with all of this information to start with. Haruka watches him a moment, with her hands in her pockets. ]

...How do you think they managed all of...this?

[ She removes a hand and gestures at the portraits and the information alongside them. ]

It's... Kind of creepy they know so much.

Information on peoples is easily attainable, particularly if an individual looking to acquire said information is part of a secret organization or simply knows how to conduct meaningful research at their local library.

[This is nothing new for him, it would seem. He calmly continues to sketch.]

...Fair enough, I guess.

[ She'll shrug. She should find some paper and take notes, too, but he seems to have that under control for now. She's more curious about the rest of the house, first. ]

Haruka Stone, paranormal investigator. More like a supernatural detective than the kinds of people you see on television.

Paranormal investigation is an excellent field for investigators to be in, there are a great many people who need ghosts cleared out of their businesses and do not have access to a nearby vacuum cleaner.

Lemony Snicket, presumed dead.

Mostly ghosts just want friends. Or maybe someone to talk to for a bit. hey're pretty misunderstood.

[ ...She is not gonna ask about the "presumed dead" part because that is not her business. ]

[ ... That gives the angel pause in his wandering to try to find a door out. (He hadn't bothered to read the rules yet, oops), especially upon seeing his own face in here. What the hell.

Also, why are you sketching everyone, good sir. He definitely has better things to be worrying about, but it is interesting nonetheless. ]

Keeping tabs on everyone? Why not just try to leave?

Leaving is a difficult task in and of itself, as the area that has been presented before us seems to lack windows and doors.

... Wait, really? I mean... that can't be possible, can it? Did you double-check? There has to be at least one door out. Or a portal. Or something. ... Right?

[ ... Right? ]

Unfortunately, doors seem to be as prevelant as my desire to be here.

Which I'm guessing means "not at all".

[ Sigh. ]

I mean, if we're playing with semantics, there are doors I've found, it's just that none of them are particularly doing what doors should actually do. ... Letting you leave.

This has to be the weirdest enemy tactic I've ever seen.

Taking notes, I see?

[Don't mind the masked teenager walking up behind you. He's just interested in what you're doing near the portraits.]

I admire your artwork, sir.