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foolishmortals2017-05-06 11:18 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-05-06 11:18 pm
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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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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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[Like. He could well believe he was introduced to someone and then it just went right out of his head completely. It happens sometimes with names and dates and faces. Things slip through the cracks, and he always feels awful when he realizes.]
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[Because if he gets this wrong then, well she'll be back to square one all over again, and they don't have his memories to help him with.]
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[That name pings something. It's buried but not nearly so deep as other things (because he didn't forget it on purpose, just on accident in the normal course of forgetting things), and it doesn't take as much work to drag it back up to the surface when he really puts his mind to it.]
You wouldn't happen to be related to... Dan? Was it Dan Corduroy?
[Sister? Cousin? He'd believe that. If he's got the name right. It feels right but there's only so much that counts for.]
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Heck yeah I am. He's my dad. [It's a start!! If he remembers anything about her dad, then it's probably the more-then-passing resemblance.]
Nice to see your brain isn't completely whacked out.
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He's your-- but he can't be much older than you.
[Good god. How much time has he lost here? He's heard talk about different times, different worlds, different years, and it's... well, it's downright concerning is what it is. This is some kind of shenanigans, isn't it.]
Probably goin' to regret askin' but it's not 1981 for you, is it?
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Sorry, dude. It's actually 2012 for me.