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Nov. 9th, 2009 04:14 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[A rarely seen Otacon is wondering on down the hallways, looking slightly disoriented, probably because of some crazy time where he was asleep. It was weird. He had no idea how he had fallen asleep for all those days... or was it weeks? He didn't know.]
Doesn't seem any different...
[So he's on his way, but before he gets too far, he stopped by a door that just seemed to scream "Open me!"]
[And he was
...?
[When he walked in, it looked just like any other "party" like room; a few couches here and there, some chairs, a tv, and some tables against the walls, with various types of snack foods and drinks. There was also a cooler full of beer in the kitchen.
When he tried to call out to ask if this happened to be anyone's, he found he could no longer speak. He panicked momentarily
...
[He sighed, and looked at his hands. What the hell kind of room was this?]
((welcome to the Charades room. it might look like an ordinary gathering room, but once you come in, you won't be able to talk to anyone...
you have to act out what you want to tell them.
the only time you CAN talk is if you finally have the answer to what the person is acting out, and you can blurt it out then, but only in a quick, sharp yell. go go go go go))