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Forget all your troubles
[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
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But it seems the universe has different plans, if this creepy bedroom and strange note have anything to say about it. Seriously, a wax museum? Major yikes.
Upon realizing her communicator (which she...possibly still keeps on her, whenever she can, you can't prove anything) isn't on her person and she's stuck in her pink practice leotard and fuzzy headband, Kim realizes this is going to be a lot more of a problem than normal.
There's no pockets, nowhere to put the key or note, so she just holds them tight in her hands as she cautiously slips out of her room and down the hallway. Out of instinct, her muscles are tense and fists ready to strike...should a Tenga (wait, it's some kind of machine thing now--) or a monster emerge from the shadows. If she's here, thought, wouldn't it stand to reason-- wouldn't someone else, someone like one of the Rangers...?
She calls out cautiously. ] Um, hello? Like... Anyone here? [ Maybe she'll knock on a door. Maybe someone'll answer.
Whatever the case, Kim's curiosity does get the better of her and she decides to look around. The place she ends up, however...
In the foyer, there's these little bios. Songs too, but she doesn't really take note of them, no-- because hers has information only a small select few should know...and some no one really should. She's pale. How? How could someone know-- is this up for all these people to see, no, she's been so careful with--
Slightly panicking, Kim looks around to see if anyone else is there. If they aren't, she'll try to pull her bio off the wall...to no avail. If they are, she'll try to act as casual as possible. It's a little harder than normal, given her state of distress. ]
Hall!
However this person doesn't seem bad. She seems almost as lost as Ariel. Finally she steps around the corner, holding her sheet up with one hand and waving with the other.]
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Hello? I'm a little lost here, so...if someone knows what's going on, I'd be real grateful! Hello??
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Oh! Sorry, I didn't hear you, um...are you from here?
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Okay, me neither. I just woke up, did you?
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I'm sure we're going to figure out what's going on here. How about... My name's Kimberly. Who are you?
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bios
You wanna borrow this?
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Ohmigosh yes, please.
[ Time to (futilely) try to vandalize like all of her profile. Spoilers, it doesn't work. ]
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It's pretty sturdy. I tried to dismantle the button next to mine earlier and it didn't even budge.
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[ ...but it's a jam?? it's a jam. ]
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[He is really, deeply upset about his bio song. How dare!!! Someone make fun of him like this!!!!]
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Anyway, she's scratching halfheartedly now, more focused on the music. ] What's the point of a...theme song, anyway?
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[Hiro, Kim doesn't even know what Facebook is.]
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hallway
Nothing happens for a minute or so, and might even convince Kim that there's no one there, but the door suddenly opens a crack. And peering out through it, is a little girl, who slowly opens the door.]
...Hello?
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Hi, sweetie, I'm sorry if I scared you. My name's Kimberly, and I'm trying to find someone who knows...just what's going on right now? [ A gently bright smile. ] Do you live here?
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...I wasn't scared. [Yes, she was.] And I don't live here. I don't think anyone would live here- I'm not even sure where this place is supposed to be.
[quiet frustrated noise.] I'm sorry.
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Did you just wake up?
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[Also because she's stressing out just a little?]
All I can find is a note, and a key for this room. Nothing else.
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Well, I'm gonna take a look around myself, and I'll come on back here and tell you if I find anything. Or do you want to come with me? It can't feel too nice, being all by yourself.
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I don't... really want to be alone around here.
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Then come on out! We'll be a team, okay?
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