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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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No, but I thought I had already left it by now. I suppose it is worth a shot...
[She closes her eyes, expression slowly looking more concentrated by the minute.]
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[stealing something really cool... dunking Audrey's head into a punch bowl... jazz... Allie's laugh...]
Is it working any?
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By now her face is scrunched up with how hard she's trying to think happy thoughts. When she finally deigns to open her eyes, she's instantly disappointed.]
Ugh, I'm afraid not. It looks like maybe Tinkerbell's pixie dust wore off.
[Maybe. She's not entirely sure about the mechanics of it, or how everything here works.]
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[She hasn't seen everything... yet.]
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[She crosses her arms, almost wanting to laugh.]
Is that some kind of joke? How would we even get in here without a door?
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And thinks.]
...I'm still not all that used to magic. How should I know what's possible and what isn't?
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What I wouldn't give to have Tinkerbell around, right now.
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[Somehow.]
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[Yeah she'll square up to this girl. What.]
And just what is that supposed to mean?
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[Nevermind that their profiles are right there.]
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[She just stares, the arithmetic floating before her face almost visible.]
Oh. Now I get it, you're just crazy.