Test Log Twenty | You have got to be joking me

[getsciencedone]

[She wakes up in bed with an idiot.

And she's apparently wearing a dress of some sort. Okay just going to try and open the doors.

.....she hates this place. Just shoving Wheatley.]

Wake up you idiot.

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[flashlightdeath]

[ HE IS A LOVABLE IDIOT OKAY

Wheatley makes a little reactionary mumble to the shove, eyes fluttering open and - oh hello really nice looking tuxedo and - FLAILING ]

AH OH GOD you look... um... [ Glance up, glance down. ] good! Did something happen? I mean, I look pretty snazzy myself. [ Sits up and looks down at his tuxedo again, smiling, then looks at his surroundings. ]

Oh, where are we?

[getsciencedone]

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

[She does not like the conclusions she's drawing from the theme of the room.]

[flashlightdeath]

Well, where... ever we are, it must be nice, right? Obviously. I mean, you're in that dress, thing, and I'm in this- oh!

[ Looks down and touches his bow tie. ]

I didn't notice this! Look! Oh man, I've never actually worn one of these before. [ Forget the room, bow ties are cooler. ]

[getsciencedone]

That would be a bow tie.

[Right, well stare at the bow tie then, she's going to try and get out. She's starting to remember a similar room from last year though.

....oh dear. Trying to open the door now.]

....it's locked.