happy halloween

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[You wake up in a bedroom. You don't remember it. That's strange. At least the dressers have your clothes in them. There is a hospital ID bracelet on your wrist with your room number, just in case you forget.

Why don't you go outside, wander around? Explore your floor, go down the stairs, check out the other rooms?

You could introduce yourself!

Oh, wait. Introduce yourself? You can't. Because you don't remember your name. You don't remember anything.

Sorry about that.]

[ooc: OCTOBER PLOT, SUCKERS. The hotsprings resort is described here in full]

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[most_feared]

Downstairs. [He explains shortly, not turning as he forges on ahead. Because he can't really say otherwise. Downstairs usually had an out. So if he wanted an out, that's where it would be, right? Right.

Or, maybe not.]

[grip_on_reality]

[a man of few words, then. her expression is wry] Very specific. [but she follows him to the stairwell door] Look, can you remember 'ow you got 'ere? Or... [she pauses, faltering] Or anything... [she stops, trying to fight through the giant blank in her head. how could she not remember anything at all?]

[most_feared]

Nope. [So he can't get more specific than that. He opens the front doors and looks out at the expanse of the Plane and goes still.]

...Huh.

[grip_on_reality]

Wait! [she hurries to catch up since he didn't stop when she did--and she stops short when she sees outside. she stares] What the hell!?

[most_feared]

[He has to take the time to look in all directions, not giving her an answer because, well, fuck if he has any.

He pulls a steel ball bearing (at least that's what it looks like) out of his pocket and tosses it, sending it rolling across the "floor" of the Plane.]

That's not normal. [He doesn't know how he knows that.]

[grip_on_reality]

[sarcastic] What, really? I thought they kept places like this 'round every corner. [she glances at him] Let's find out what else is out 'ere.

[she figures she might as well make the suggestion before he tries to stomp off without her again]

[most_feared]

[He pulls something out of his pocket and wraps it around his hand, a mechanical part nestled in his palm. It makes the rolling ball fly back towards him and into his waiting fingers, like a magnet. Both get put back into his coat.]

Alright.

[Still not much to say, but he's willing to go look for more information.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she looks at the device with interest] What all 'ave you got on you, anyway?

[and since he hasn't taken off yet, she picks a direction and starts walking]