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

[tadaishi]

Chemistry isn't my strong suit, but it smells like acetone. And possibly gasoline...?

[Neither of which should do what they did to Edgar. He's almost tempted to stick his hand in the barrel to prove it, but there might be some sort of acid in there as well.]

[returntodarkness]

Turpentine, acetone, gasoline... All have a common purpose. They can remove paint.

[ Which doesn't explain Edgar... Hm. Deep in thought... ]

[pardonmylanguage]

None of those are naturally green though, right? Aren't some of those dark-colored as well? That would make them hard to dye...

[returntodarkness]

Natural turpentine is actually more of an amber color or clear, if I recall. Gasoline is also not that dark, and acetone is also a light color.

[ The things the mun looks up for RP. ]

[pardonmylanguage]

Okay...I guess dye could work then. But why would he do something like that? To make it look more like cartoon acid or something?

[exclamationpoint]

I think . . . um. Can. Can one of you come here and, like. [He holds out his arm.] Can one of you put your arm next to mine?

[Please let him be wrong. Please.]

[pardonmylanguage]

Um...okay. [Tip sticks out her arm beside Troy's. Medium: Pencil/ink.]