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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?

[findingtrust]

[he watches the ticket as it flutters down] A whole three minutes! It's been overdue for longer than that. Where did you get that ticket?

[immaculate_lore]

Are you insinuating that I did not properly purchase this ticket with the non-existent currency used in this fine establishment?

[findingtrust]

[He's definitely not going to roll his eyes. Oh wait, yes he is.]

Lavi. This is a train station, and you've got a ticket. Is...this all a bad joke, or might it be a way home?

[immaculate_lore]

[Glad to be of service, Doug. He's here all week]

Let me give you advice, man to man, comrade to comrade if you will. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

[findingtrust]

[A different person would probably be slumping his shoulders right now. But he does sigh.]

So it's a fake. I suppose it's naive to think that there's an easy way out of this place.