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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[eaglecocktail]

[... huh. He pauses, before walking down the path]

Where am I?

[sharpasafawkes]

[An ivy-league college, apparently, complete with old buildings, classy architecture, and oh right, no life whatsoever.]

[eaglecocktail]

[yeah... that's not unusual at all. Going for one of the buildings.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Far away stands the library, and across the grassy field lies some buildings, the community center, and the humanities buildings, as well as math and science. to the left are the dorms, and the right is the art building. And far, far beyond everything else is a little home.]

[eaglecocktail]

[... lets... go to the dorms first. Phone?]

[sharpasafawkes]

[There's one, but the cord's been cut.]

[eaglecocktail]

[Damn it. Gonna go a little deeper in, because no way in hell the dorms only has one phone]

[sharpasafawkes]

[The directory near the enterance shows there's a good number of rooms, with staff and teachers staying on year round on the top floor, and students on the bottom foors. One room in the directory has been scratched out, and the only thing written is "home: not here"]