[ down this neutral-area hallway, there's a set of open doors. Big doors, even, leading into a fittingly big room. The interior of the room is done up like some sort of flea market, or dealer's room, although no one is manning any of the tables. Most of the tables contain nothing of interest, things you can find anywhere else in the dressing room. ( Read more... )

[ Wherever you are, wherever you might be waking up, whatever room you might be entering, it's not where you were before, and it's most certainly not where you should be. The room you've found yourself in is neither excessively large, nor oppressively small, but most notably, there are no doors. The walls are covered with the tackiest gilded ( Read more... )