FissionMailed

[Ivan happily flounces down the hall, feeling a lot cheerier now that he's gotten laid and found - well, not his but a - Colonel. At least he feels a lot less alone. Unfortunately for most people, Ivan Raikov in a good mood was not always the best of things. It would often result in an unsolicited hand to the crotch, or just Ivan creepering on people. As you do.

Today, however, his happiness had a bit of a problem. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he flounced into the wrong room! Rather than the room full of nummy mushrooms and stuff that he'd found earlier, he found himself in a desolate, almost empty room with only a few chairs in it. As he turned to leave, he paused, staring at a mirror beside the door as he saw to his shock that he seemed to be fading...]

What the hell-?!

(Ok, here's the deal. When entering this room, you have a 50/50 chance of becoming invisible - as in, it's up to the mun. Invisible people are... invisible. Even to each other. Visible people are valid targets for the invisible ones to pull pranks or molest or whatever, so be careful... Invisibility lasts either until you exit the room or for 24 hours afterwards, up to the mun.)

[He barely managed to get away, hurling himself out of the arms of the man whose knife was pressed to his throat. He raised his voice, calling to the soldiers that he knew were patrolling out there, probably laughing at him-]

/Help! There's a stranger in here!/

[-and ran. He hurled himself out of the door, running as quickly as he could. The bathroom was his usual place of refuge but the intruder was in the bathroom, and where the hell did the stairs go? Why was nobody answering? Where was he?]

.../Oh, gimme a break.../

[Did the Colonel build an entire new wing while he wasn't looking? What the hell was going on?]