It's all happened before...

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up in a plush bed, well rested but very confused. As you become more conscious, one thing becomes abundantly clear: this is not your room, nor does this look like any bedroom you’ve ever been in before. It’s relatively clean room, but immediately something feels… off about all of this.

When you start exploring, a thing you’ll soon notice is that on the bedside table, there is a room key sitting ontop of a neatly typed note.]

Dear hotel guests,

We cordially invite you to come to the downstairs library at noon for an important meeting regarding your stay in the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Before then, we invite you to make full use of the amenities this hotel has provided for you.

On behalf of the hotel staff, we dearly hope you enjoy your stay in this marvelous hotel.

-HTH Management

[But, as you leave the comfort of your new bedroom, any hope that you somehow booked a hotel room the previous night and just forgot is immediately dashed. It looks like this hotel hasn’t been cleaned in decades, and despite the mention of hotel staff in your note, there doesn’t appear to be anyone working here.

Not to say that you’re alone, however. As you explore the hotel, you’ll soon find that there are 23 others in the exact same situation as you: confused and with no memory of how they got here. And to make matters worse, if the bios you stumble upon in the dining area is anything to go by, this clearly isn't just a freak accident.

Get comfy, because you are all in for a wild ride.]

Comments

[theduck]

WAH?!

[Cowering time is over, it is now groveling time.]

W-w-wait! I'd make a terrible soup! I'm not... uh, tender enough?

[Actually he's not sure he's ever made Anything soup before so he's not sure how that works and he doesn't want to find out. New tactic.]

And, and I mean, wouldn't that upset the management...?

[darnsitall]

[SHRUG.] Oh, well, if you insist! It's not a good idea to cook things that don't want to be cooked. Makes it taste funny.

That reminds me! Have you see the management? It's awfully quiet in here.

[theduck]

[He doesn't want to learn how she knows that and he isn't about to ask.]

...You mean you aren't part of the management?

[He'd started assuming the staff had gathered them here just to eat them, after this run-in.]

[darnsitall]

[What, you don't talk to the food you're about to eat?]

Oh, no! I'm just a guest like you are! Although I can't for the life of me remember checking in...

[theduck]

[No???]

Guess we're in the same boat, then.

[She's still a Highly Suspicious Individual, but he'll at least try to be a little more chill now that he knows she isn't actually behind this. Plus they sort of started out on the wrong foot.]

Name's Donald Duck!

[darnsitall]

[omg weirdo]

It looks like! I'm Sally, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Duck.

[She extends a hand. Does he dare???]

[theduck]

[He does, but very, very carefully. He feels like her arm might literally detach if he actually grips her hand, so...]

Er... likewise.

[darnsitall]

[Not her whole arm! Just her hand, which, despite his intentions, pops right off. A few dry leaves fall out of her wrist and flutter to the ground.]

Oops! How embarrassing!

[theduck]

Aaugh!

[He flings it away without really thinking about it and rapidly wipes his hands off on his jacket. This day just keeps getting worse.]

That... you... I-!!

[HE'D BEEN EXPECTING IT BUT IT'S STILL FREAKY]

[darnsitall]

[Sally tries to catch it as it goes flying, but just misses. Fortunately, it just hops up on its... fingers?? and walks its way back to her. Because clearly Donald isn't traumatized enough.]

I'm sorry about that. I guess those threads were a little looser than I thought!

[theduck]

[He is so close to a heart attack you have no idea. He just watches it with wide eyes, inching away if it passes too close to him.]

What- how? What are you?!

[darnsitall]

[Sally just picks it up and starts threading the loose threads back onto her wrist. Gosh, this'd be a lot easier if she could just find her needle and thread.]

Oh, me? I'm a ragdoll!

[theduck]

Ragdoll?! B-but you're alive!

[Somehow?? And her hands are alive without actually being attached????]

[darnsitall]

Alive? [Teehee] Nobody in Halloween Town is alive!

[She says that with the same causal tone a normal person would use to talk about the weather.]

[theduck]

[.....

At that he just straight-up turns around and walks away without saying anything. Nope.]

[darnsitall]

Did I say something wrong...?