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[ Wherever you are, wherever you might be waking up, whatever room you might be entering, it's not where you were before, and it's most certainly not where you should be. The room you've found yourself in is neither excessively large, nor oppressively small, but most notably, there are no doors. The walls are covered with the tackiest gilded wallpaper you can imagine, while the floor covered in deep red berber carpet, and candles set into wall sconces are the only light source.
There's only one piece of furniture in this room: a small, round, oak table, set in the middle of the room. On top of the table is a pen, a letter opener and an envelope-with your name on top, written in elegant script.
Will you open it?
If you choose to leave the letter unopened, you'll find that...nothing happens. For now.
If you choose to open it, you'll find a neatly-typed letter inside:
To Whom It May Concern:
It's been several glorious years here at the Dressing Room, hasn't it? We've been through so much together, and seen so many in and out. Friends have come and gone-and so have enemies. We've loved, we've laughed, we've cried, we've fought, and it comes with great regrets that we have an announcement to make:
Over the next few weeks, the Dressing Room will be shutting down for good. We are no longer able to maintain this space, and it is slated to be demolished to make way for low-income interdimensional housing projects.
We care about you, our resident, and would like ensure that everyone gets out safely, as residents may not opt to be transferred to this new housing unit. Unfortunately, before we can send you home, we need you, our honored denizen, to fulfill us one last request. If you cannot do this for us, we regret to inform you that we will not be able to return home, and will indeed be demolished along with the space.
We wish you well in all your future endeavors. Please sign the attached form and return it to Office 221C by the end of the day on March 31st. Otherwise we will not be able to process your request. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
The Management
And the attached form:
I, _____(PRINT NAME)_____, consent to be sent home immediately, terminating my residency here at the Dressing Room.
Signature: _________________
Date: ______________________
FOR SECRETARIAL USE ONLY
Amount Charged: __________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
How odd... didn't the letter say March 31st? ]
[ Sometimes, we all need a little guidance. Also, the Management is currently out to lunch, and will pick up threads later. Management has returned in full, but currently need to have a word with LiveJournal about its poor performance on the job. (That is, tags slow, because LJ is a whore.)
GETTING SLOWER and eventually stopping for the night. However, I'll continue to reply for the next few days, for anyone who wants to get in on the pranking fun. ]
There's only one piece of furniture in this room: a small, round, oak table, set in the middle of the room. On top of the table is a pen, a letter opener and an envelope-with your name on top, written in elegant script.
Will you open it?
If you choose to leave the letter unopened, you'll find that...nothing happens. For now.
If you choose to open it, you'll find a neatly-typed letter inside:
To Whom It May Concern:
It's been several glorious years here at the Dressing Room, hasn't it? We've been through so much together, and seen so many in and out. Friends have come and gone-and so have enemies. We've loved, we've laughed, we've cried, we've fought, and it comes with great regrets that we have an announcement to make:
Over the next few weeks, the Dressing Room will be shutting down for good. We are no longer able to maintain this space, and it is slated to be demolished to make way for low-income interdimensional housing projects.
We care about you, our resident, and would like ensure that everyone gets out safely, as residents may not opt to be transferred to this new housing unit. Unfortunately, before we can send you home, we need you, our honored denizen, to fulfill us one last request. If you cannot do this for us, we regret to inform you that we will not be able to return home, and will indeed be demolished along with the space.
We wish you well in all your future endeavors. Please sign the attached form and return it to Office 221C by the end of the day on March 31st. Otherwise we will not be able to process your request. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
The Management
And the attached form:
I, _____(PRINT NAME)_____, consent to be sent home immediately, terminating my residency here at the Dressing Room.
Signature: _________________
Date: ______________________
FOR SECRETARIAL USE ONLY
Amount Charged: __________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
__________________________________________________________________________
How odd... didn't the letter say March 31st? ]
[ Sometimes, we all need a little guidance. Also, the Management is currently out to lunch, and will pick up threads later. Management has returned in full, but currently need to have a word with LiveJournal about its poor performance on the job. (That is, tags slow, because LJ is a whore.)
GETTING SLOWER and eventually stopping for the night. However, I'll continue to reply for the next few days, for anyone who wants to get in on the pranking fun. ]