Open to all - Popcorn room
The floor of the popcorning room was rather cold. He blinked owlishly down at his hand... wait. Stone? It'd been a long time since he'd seen a stone floor like this; so old, trafficked by feet so long it was smooth as marble.
He ran his hand along it and then realized he was still on the floor. He scrambled to his feet and cracked his head on the pedestal beside him, cringing as he finally managed to straighten up.
Now... where... was this place? He rubbed the sore spot on his head and contemplated.
He'd been here before, he was sure of it. But... popcorn? And this plaque, so many unfamiliar names... he padded over to examine it with a frown on his face. Why couldn't he remember how he'd gotten here?
He heard a sound and glanced back over his shoulder. Were there others in here? Perhaps someone who would help him out? And hopefully not shoot him... although... he edged behind another pedestal. Best to be on the safe side.
He ran his hand along it and then realized he was still on the floor. He scrambled to his feet and cracked his head on the pedestal beside him, cringing as he finally managed to straighten up.
Now... where... was this place? He rubbed the sore spot on his head and contemplated.
He'd been here before, he was sure of it. But... popcorn? And this plaque, so many unfamiliar names... he padded over to examine it with a frown on his face. Why couldn't he remember how he'd gotten here?
He heard a sound and glanced back over his shoulder. Were there others in here? Perhaps someone who would help him out? And hopefully not shoot him... although... he edged behind another pedestal. Best to be on the safe side.