[Seymour was not unused to the idea of sleeping in a tiny room, but the first thing that’s off to Seymour was just how comfortable his bed was. He couldn't remember the last time he had trouble getting out of bed.
When Seymour finally takes in what this room is definitely not his basement, his slight off feeling changed to a feeling of concern. Suddenly he is hit with the realization that he doesn't actually remember falling asleep.
Really his confusion is the only thing that's preventing him from freaking out.
Soon he spots the booklet and flips through it in hopes to get some idea as to why he's here.
And… that sure is a picture of him right there.]
“Actor”? [Did someone want to make a play out of his life? No, that didn’t make any sense, he only had small fame with Audrey II so far. Definitely not enough success to justify anyone wanting to write a play about him.
Besides he thought sadly I’m not even that interesting
He soon slowly exited his room, still unsure whether this was just a dream or not, and seeing how grand the building he was in was, he was more convinced that he was dreaming. Skid Row never had its own theater, but even if it had one, it wouldn’t have been even half as grand as the building he was in right now.
So Seymour is just going to wander the building, agape at the scenery and not actually looking where he's going. There is a good chance he might accidentally run into you.
With no exaggeration he is going to bump into at least half of you guys from his dazed wandering.]
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When Seymour finally takes in what this room is definitely not his basement, his slight off feeling changed to a feeling of concern. Suddenly he is hit with the realization that he doesn't actually remember falling asleep.
Really his confusion is the only thing that's preventing him from freaking out.
Soon he spots the booklet and flips through it in hopes to get some idea as to why he's here.
And… that sure is a picture of him right there.]
“Actor”? [Did someone want to make a play out of his life? No, that didn’t make any sense, he only had small fame with Audrey II so far. Definitely not enough success to justify anyone wanting to write a play about him.
Besides he thought sadly I’m not even that interesting
He soon slowly exited his room, still unsure whether this was just a dream or not, and seeing how grand the building he was in was, he was more convinced that he was dreaming. Skid Row never had its own theater, but even if it had one, it wouldn’t have been even half as grand as the building he was in right now.
So Seymour is just going to wander the building, agape at the scenery and not actually looking where he's going. There is a good chance he might accidentally run into you.
With no exaggeration he is going to bump into at least half of you guys from his dazed wandering.]