WEEK 3: CYOA

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[Douman takes the wrench, hefting it in a clown hand, and then reaches for the hat. They look it over and...]

[Put it on their head. Time to step back and...take a selfie! And also admire themselves in the mirror. FASHION.]

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[oh, shit, SICK SELFIE. they hear laughing coming from somewhere. it's weird, though, it sounds like mechanical laughter.

when they look in the mirror, they see - douman, just a regular douman. except there's a few extra five or so eyes on their face in random places. if they try to touch those places, they don't feel anything.]

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...?

[HEY WHO'S LAUGHING. BINCH.]

[And...honestly this is a cool look? They're actually disappointed when they touch their face and there's nothing there.]

Ah, well. [Time to rummage through the bedside tables and wardrobe!! What's texting people? LOOT TIME]

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[loot time - there's nothing in the tables or the wardrobe, unfortunately. please turn the hat around backwards like ash ketchum, that's my one dream.]

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[Douman thoughtfully turns the hat around backwards.]

Hmm.

[Okay, what's on the table?]

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[YES.

on the table is a phone. it doesn't seem to be plugged in.



it rings, though.]

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[Just picks it up?]

[However Douman is still Ye Olde with only Approximate Modern Knowledge and this is clearly not a smartphone so they just? Stare at it.]

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[i'm dying

there's probably a voice saying something on the other end but they don't... have their ear up to it so they don't hear it. rip.]

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[...Okay!]

[Guess the strange ringing is done, then. Douman just puts it back where it belongs and looks around the room, before ducking to check under the bed.]

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[nothing under the bed! just some dust. it might make them sneeze.]

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....haaaAAAA-CHOO!

[Ugh. Anyways! Time to give one more look around the room, and if nothing can be obviously taken, they'll hold their wrench at their side and see if the door is open yet to leave.]

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[nothing else seems to be around!

but the door is open, and it leads to a hallway!

except there are only three other doors (labeled 401, 402, 403) that they can see from where they're standing. there's also an elevator at the end of the hallway. below them, they can hear a voice go hellooooo...!]

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...Helloooooooo?

[Calls Douman back, because why would they not answer it? With a shrug, they go over to the doors, thinking, before opening 403.]

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[the hello echoes back... no reply. :(

they open door 403! it is... an identical hotel room! huh. but maybe there's loot in here, too.]

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[Awwww.]

[And....nice! TIME FOR MORE LOOT! Douman just enters, going to the dresser and opening it. Maybe there's another cool hat. :3]

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[no cool hat this time, but there is a gun! just straight up a gun, wow.]

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[Douman just stares at it for a moment. Yeah they know what THAT is at least, but how do you use it? Eh, they'll find out later! Yoink!]

[...Actually just going to put their phone in the waistband of their pants (YES THEY WEAR PANTS UNDER THE ROBES) so now they have a wrench AND a gun.]

[Also time to check out the bedside table! Anything there?]

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[the pants lore we all wanted to know...

there's nothing in the bedside table other than more pencils and another bible.

... there's also skittering noise coming from under the bed.]

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The Bible...? Haha.

[Yeah, they will laugh at religion. Why not? And what is that noise?]

Mmm, something here? [They move backwards away from the bed, looking at it with wide eyes, wrench held aloft.] I can't say I like when guests invite themselves to my company.

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[nothing comes out from under the bed, but there is a sound that wobbles out instead. the only way to describe it is like... the sound of a battery in a toy doll dying? it's just eldritch wobbly crying.]

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Awww. There, there. Are you lonely?

[Douman. Just squats down, tone soothing, like yeah they still have the wrench and the glock in hand, but its definitely not shown as anything threatening.]

Are you lost, young one?

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[why did i give douman a glock.

there's more wobbly cry sounds, until they're abruptly cut off.

douman will feel something with way too many legs scrabble up their back and use it like a launchpad.]

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[THE CLOWN DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THE GLOCK]

[But okay now, that is WAY too close for comfort, even though things with many legs are great in their book, usually - they stand up and whip around with a slight snarl, because hey, you need to ask PERMISSION for launchpad privileges, buddy!]

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[there's nothing, when they turn around.

there is, however, something tugging at their hand. with like, a lot of teeth. actually, it's biting them, and yanking down.]

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Oh, come now, and here I was being nice! Haha!

[I don't know which hand the thing is dragging down, but regardless of whether its glock or wrench, Douman, attempting to pull back from being yanked, swiftly brings it down with their other hand, hoping to hit whatever is biting them with a hard blow.]