THE MOCK WEEK

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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Comments

[pinkflip]

[Kim bites her lower lip, anxiety rising.] Oh, uh... Yeah, they sometimes double as that too, where I'm from. [She has to keep chill about...everything that's happened, but she can't help but remember the feeling of her life force, slowly draining away...

Kim shakes her head.] B- but I don't think we're in anything like that here.

[misplacesfriends]

[He shakes his head.] There's nothing here at all that really looks like my home. [He's hesitant to say "world" just yet, mostly from there's too many worlds in his home to condense down into one.]

I had to open the door by myself for one. [Even the most basic of houses had a gear that would slide them open.]

[pinkflip]

By your...self? Is everything automatic where you're from? [This is a good topic, a good way to slide away from torture and dark dimensions.]

[misplacesfriends]

Pretty much, unless the power is out or the door is broken. [He shrugs a little. Everything here might be old to her, but it's older still to him.]

[pinkflip]

Whoa. Weird. There's like...escalators and some doors that open on their own where I'm from, but not everything.

[misplacesfriends]

...Are they broken or something? Or old like... [He thumbs over his shoulder at the door.]

[pinkflip]

You say old, I say modern. You must be from the future, another little girl is too.

[misplacesfriends]

"Future"? Where is this then? What planet? [Maybe he's familiar with it in a way.]

[pinkflip]

It's, um... [She slowly shrugs, completely and totally helpless.] I've only ever been on Earth? I don't know. You've been to others?

[misplacesfriends]

Yeah... Very far from Earth. Lightyears probably. [Rubbing at his face and sighing.] Something tells me this place won't have transport like I'm used to. Or need to get back home.