[Billy is immediately on the defensive when he wakes up in a place that he has no recognition of. It's not a jail cell, but it's small and claustrophobic and definitely not his apartment. His hoodie is wrinkled, but he zips it up and pulls it tighter even though he can feel the heat from the vanity lamps sinking into it. He stares at his reflection and flinches, blinking hard at the light.]
Where am I...?
[He picks up the pamphlet and flips through it, stopping when he sees his own face looking back at him. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.
Pulling his hoodie tighter around him for comfort, he leaves the room and looks around cautiously. His posture is subdued and withdrawn, but he's so focused on the carpet and on surveilling the walls and the chandeliers that he is definitely not looking where he is going in the slightest, making it inevitable that he's going to bump into somebody.]
Ah!
[But what catches his attention the most is the posted rules in the foyer.
OTA | press A for accidental bumping or B for da rules
Where am I...?
[He picks up the pamphlet and flips through it, stopping when he sees his own face looking back at him. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.
Pulling his hoodie tighter around him for comfort, he leaves the room and looks around cautiously. His posture is subdued and withdrawn, but he's so focused on the carpet and on surveilling the walls and the chandeliers that he is definitely not looking where he is going in the slightest, making it inevitable that he's going to bump into somebody.]
Ah!
[But what catches his attention the most is the posted rules in the foyer.
Ohhh, suddenly he likes this even less.]
This has to be some kind of mistake...