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

[lusito]

Not always. Perhaps you simply have to wait it out for the song to finish playing?

[forgottenfounder]

[He crosses his arms, frowning at the bio before him as it continues to play the song.

I don't wanna be so badly drawn by someone else...

What a joke.]

Is this someone's idea of a bad joke? Must be something the Petes did.

[lusito]

Perhaps they weren't able to find something that was a little more simple and clean?

[... You want a bad joke Oswald, how about--]

[forgottenfounder]

[Narrows eyes... Sighs.]

It's not exactly something I want to hear, considering...

[He crosses his arms, looking a fair bit more worried about his surroundings all of a sudden.]

This is the crummiest haunted house ever.

[lusito]

That, I can certainly agree with. I don't suppose you have any ideas regarding who might be responsible for this establishment, do you?

[forgottenfounder]

Ghosts.

[Shrugs lightly?]

[lusito]

Oh dear, that would make filing a complaint difficult. Perhaps we should consult an Ouija board?

[guess who is not taking this seriously at all]

[forgottenfounder]

Is that supposed to be a joke? This is serious business here!

[so says the talking rabbit]

[lusito]

Of course not. If it was a joke, I would have suggested a satanic ritual instead.

[Not the point, Joshua.]

[forgottenfounder]

[He lets out a quick breath through his nose.]

You don't think ghosts are real, do ya? Have you ever been to a haunted mansion?

[lusito]

No mansions, I'm afraid. But I did haunt the downtown area of Shibuya for a number of years. Does that count?

[... Is he being serious or is this another joke...]

[forgottenfounder]

"Shibuya?" That's not a part of Mean Street I'm familiar with.

[Then again, things had definitely been looking strange around here.]

[lusito]

It's a city in Japan... well. Was, that is.

[forgottenfounder]

... Japan?

[lusito]

[For some reason, that makes Joshua laugh.]

Goodness, you really must be from another world if you haven't even heard of Japan. Then again, considering that it currently doesn't exist at the moment, I suppose I can't blame you for that.

[forgottenfounder]

It... doesn't exist? So you are in Wasteland?

[lusito]

Not quite.

[And here, he taps a finger against his own bio. Namely, the part where it says he's living in Traverse Town "after the destruction of the world at the hands of the Heartless"...]

[forgottenfounder]

[He marches over and peers at the bio, reading it from top to bottom, and only looking more confused for it.]

Traverse Town? Heartless? But... what does this mean? Those aren't places in the--

[He cuts himself off, whipping around to look at Joshua again.]

You're not from the Wasteland! Which means... there's no way you could have gotten in just easily...

[lusito]

What can I say, I'm just full of surprises.

[... But in all seriousness, you would be correct, Oswald.]