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[findingtrust]

[Some time ago, a number of rooms were mysteriously demolished around the Dressing Room. Now there are metal tracks laid down where those rooms once were, and if one is there at the right time - or even the wrong time, because the Dressing Room hardly keeps to a reliable schedule - they might just see a long train zooming along them quickly. Or

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In the station

[findingtrust]

[There's a small ticket booth built into the platform, and the door to it opens. Out steps Doug, wearing a station attendant's uniform, and looking very dizzy]

How...did I get here? Could it be- Is this still the Dressing Room?

[detachedguise]

[Walks up behind him.]

May I see the person in charge?

[findingtrust]

I'm sorry, but I have no idea who that might be. [he looks down at the sleeves of his uniform with a puzzled expression]

[detachedguise]

[Looking him up and down for papers, purse, or any sort of keys on him.]

He isn't in or is there even a person in charge?

[findingtrust]

[There is a keyring clipped to the belt of Doug's uniform. He doesn't seem to have noticed it yet, and he shakes his head.]

I just woke up in the ticket booth, wearing this. That's all I know. This is...still the Dressing Room, isn't it?

[detachedguise]

[She moves to unclip it from his belt.]

It is. Someone is playing an elaborate hoax.

[findingtrust]

I thought as much....Keys? So I had those?

[he looks at them; there are several on the ring, and they aren't labeled]

[detachedguise]

[She pockets them before heading for the train. She doesn't tell Doug to go or stay. That is up to him.]

[findingtrust]

[he follows; he's very curious about the train] How did you find this place? I've never seen it before.

[detachedguise]

Some of the best things are not found with a map.

[She enters the train with Doug at her heels. They've entered the dining car with a feast laid out before them. She wanders down one aisle snagging a small bit of finger food as she goes.]

[findingtrust]

If only there were reliable maps of this place to work from.

[The food doesn't look suspicious on the face of it, but Doug stops to take a look, searching for any rainbow food. Paranoia is the friend of Finders.]

[beautiful_alias]

Doug?

[ooc; guuuuuurl lavi P: and wearing a dress. yeah. I THINK YOU KNOW THAT.]

[findingtrust]

[It takes a moment to recognise her as a Lavi, but then he smiles]

Lavi! I suppose this is the Dressing Room after all. I thought for a moment that I was back at home.

[immaculate_lore]

[Oh no. Oh no no no. You don't get away that easily. One hand on his hip and shoving, yes shoving, a one way ticket to Siberia in Doug's face, full of righteous "the customer is always right" anger.]

I need to speak to your manager, young man.

[findingtrust]

There isn't a manager, Lavi. I think. You know that and - Siberia? [he does a double take] Siberia! Does this train really work?

[immaculate_lore]

It. does. not. [Indignant huff, throwing the ticket down to pavement in a dramatic drama hissy fit. Or attempting to. It certainly lacks a bit of presence as it idly flutters down to land at Doug's feet.]

It's over 3 minutes late.