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THE MOCK WEEK

[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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[Is it horrible that the first thing that Finn opens his eyes to is that blasted clock on the wall? One minute he's chasing down Kylo Ren's ship that he's kidnapping Rey on and the next he's looking at a...very demented looking mouse? Uttering a semi-loud "eh!" noise, Finn realizes this is definitely not where he's supposed to be. Bolting upright he looks around the room, about to call out but there's not even anyone in here to call out to! A brief tour of the room has him taking the clock off the wall and hiding it in one of the dresser drawers, the map itself goes into his pocket.

The former stormtrooper tucks the lightsaber in the back of his pants, hidden by his jacket before he opens the door. It's not the safest place to put it, but he's gotta do with what he's got! At least until he figures out what this place is... Finn shifts himself out the door, closing it behind him as he looks around. Everything looks...old? Where's all the droids?]

Where... [His forehead wrinkles in confusion.] I don't see a droid port even... [Finn takes a few steps forward away from the wall, his body tense.]

Hello?

Hi! Are you as lost as the rest of us?

[He seems super chill about this whole ordeal. Like, abnormally so.]

[Finn looks over at the seemingly chill guy. This must happen to him too often if he's this calm.]

Uh...yeah. [He gestures around the soundstage.] What's this all about?

No idea! Seems like everyone has been recast but there's no script and I don't know any details.

[He kinda wasn't expecting to get recast into something when his previous thing wasn't over, but maybe this is a special event sort of thing.]

["Recast?" "Script?" His face screws up again.]

Man, what are you talking about? I was in the middle of a firefight a few moments ago and now... [Lifts his arms up in a wide gesture of this entire space.]

[You know how a puppy looks when it's confused? That's basically Troy's face.]

Didn't you notice the dressing rooms? There's some kind of production going on.

[Finn glances back at the room he came out of.] It looked more like a solitary sleeping quarters. [Plushier than what he was used to.] Production? You mean like a dancer line or something?

Well they usually don't have beds, unless you're Sharpay but it's definitely a dressing room. [He knows those when he sees them.] I hope it's not a dance thing, though. I'm not that great at dancing.

[...And he thought they had odd names where he came from. Sharpay is...definitely new. Finn shakes his head.]

I'm not sure what's going on here but I definitely didn't sign up for this. [Dancing wasn't exactly covered in combat 101 either.] There a door out anywhere? Or someone taking folks off planet?

[Off??? Planet????]

Uh, I don't think this is that kind of show. I mean, it could be a space drama, but this setup seems like. Some kind of spooky horror m9vie. [That's the nicest way he can think of to phrase "you're crazy and you can't go OFF an PLANET."] Maybe it's some kind of found footage project.

[Meanwhile, Finn's just all confused at what he's talking about. None of this sounds like whatever programs they have. Then again. As a soldier he didn't get any entertainment stuff (too much the perfect soldier) and his life after defecting has gotten busy. Too busy to even think of downtime watching whatever sort of space soaps there are.]

Why are you talking like this is some kind of holo-serial setup?

Well, because it is. ["Holo-serial" must be sci-fi talk for "musical theatre," right???] We all have a dressing room, there's a note on the map saying we're supposed to meet for a briefing at noon, and there's a filming area.

[.... That is what a soundstage is, right? He's pretty sure it's related to a soundset.]

[This isn't getting him any more information other than confusing information.]

Man, I'm not performing in some stupid space-drama. I have a friend to rescue, not wait around for some "briefing".

[Kim's a few doors down from Finn, so she sees him pretty quick. He looks...pretty freaked out, and it's her duty as a Ranger (well, a former Ranger but-) to make sure he's alright.

She approaches cautiously, loudly so he knows she's there, clearing her throat.] Hi there. Did you just wake up?

[She doesn't exactly startle him at least since she's not attempting to be quiet and it's hard to sneak up on someone who's on the look out for any kind of trouble. He turns his head towards her, straightening up a little bit.]

Uh...yeah. Do you have any idea what this is?

[Kimberly shakes her head.] Unfortunately, no. Closest guess I have is some...dark dimension. [She's figuring not everyone's from Angel Grove, after some talking, so.] My, um, town gets kidnapped to them sometimes.

Dark dime— [Finn shakes his head.] No, we don't have anything like that... Definitely not. It's more like just torture rooms in starships... [Balls his hands up into fists.]

[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.

[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.]

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.]

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.]

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

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

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

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

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