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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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Not a clue, but it's nicer than my apartment. Do you know?

No. It's not where I was before, I know that.

[She gets up and looks around, cautiously moving toward the door.]

Same here.

[It's concerning, to say the least. At least he's dressed (though his clothes are rumpled) as he stands to follow her.]

[She slowly opens the door just a bit... looks in...]

Oh. This is a bathroom.

Yes. Yes it is.

[He heads for the other door, and peers out.]

This isn't.

Careful. We don't know what might be out there.

[...she says, pushing the door open a little further so she can see.]

[He steps back a little... And blows in her ear.]

[AKLFJAS;KLFJASKL;AFJKL;FDSJ]

Aah!

[She jumps up, spins around, and points a handful of nothing at him.]

Just thought I'd scare you...

[He shrugs.]

Don't do that!

[WHAT IF YOU WERE SOMETHING REALLY DANGEROUS

LIKE A BUTTERFLY OR SOMETHING]

Why not? I know it's rude, so a better reason than that...

[And he's also apathetic about death.]

Well, I almost shot you.

[With what?]

... You don't have a gun.

That's why it was "almost." Try to keep up.

[Okay the coast looks clear. She steps outside.]

Alright.

[He hasn't yet realized that normal bullets will kill him. He follows her out.]