Back in his precious kitchen...

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[Ivan is lying fast asleep on his nice, comfy big couch. With the absence of Meryl and Alek, he doesn't feel the need to follow the "stay out of the kitchen" orders. Sleep is nice. After having slept on the floor in the halls for the last few days, he's absolutely in heaven back here, where there's food and comfort. Who needs a bedroom, huh

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[...? Something feels kind of odd. He tries to move, but something is restricting him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and tries to see if anything's there, but there's nothing. Strangely, he still feels something on top of him.]

...what...? What the hell is going on here?

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[This isn't good. Has he been drugged, or is he seriously ill?]

W-what is this?! [He tries to squirm to see if he's able to.]