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[daedalus_fell]

[Like so many before him, a well dressed middle-aged man has just walked in through the front doors of the Dressing Room from out of another reality entirely. Unlike most, he hasn't actually noticed the difference yet. He has his nose in a holo-screen reviewing data for Security, for one thing, and for another this place actually looks remarkably

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[crabking]

...Director Godwin.

[have an intimidating penguin!]

[daedalus_fell]

...

[Did that penguin just... talk?

... Of course it didn't. Penguins don't talk. Rex looks around the lobby for whoever's playing ventriloquist.]

[crabking]

What are you doing?

[ B| ]

[daedalus_fell]

Trying to see whose idea of a joke this is.

[Maybe it's a mechanical penguin. Damnit, if this is another one of those ludicrous viral marketing campaigns...]

[crabking]

It's not a joke. You're in the Dressing Room.

[daedalus_fell]

This is a hotel lobby, not a department store. I seriously doubt there's a dressing room here.

[crabking]

That's what it's called. I don't know why.

And you're not where you were before.

[daedalus_fell]

"It"?

[crabking]

This place.

[daedalus_fell]

Right.

[He goes back to reading his holoscreen.]

You'll excuse me if I don't take a talking penguin's word for it.