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Regardless of where you were or what you'd previously been doing up until this point, you now find yourself in a dimly lit and almost foreboding banquet hall, the door to which you will promptly find locked behind you-from the other side. Alas. But since you're here, you may as well make yourself comfortable! There is, of course, a huge table in the centre of the room luckily enough laden with every dish of rich food you can imagine, and probably several that you can't.
In true Dressing Room fashion, however, not all is as idyllic as it seems. As you take in the mouth-watering, delicious scent of all this food, you'll notice that something in the pit of your stomach has begun to gnaw. Why... you're absolutely... starving.
Better hurry if you plan on getting anything, though. You aren't the only one trapped in here who's feeling a little ravenous, after all.
[ooc: A NOT!FEAST, BALLROOM STYLE. Anyone unfortunate enough to stumble on in will find themselves desperately hungry, but take heed; most of the food will turn to ash when you try and eat it, and what little that doesn't... well. It's every man for himself, so you'd best get while the getting's good. The exit will open again once all edible food has been consumed, and don't worry-regardless of how real it feels to them, nobody's actually at risk of starving.]