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[When you come to, it's at your own pace. It even feels like waking up as usual. The only problem is that nothing else fits.
If you're lucky, you've woken up in a bed, but even then, it's not your bed. It's a bunk bed, and there may or may not be another person collapsed on top of you and out like a light. Every other bed in the room is similarly full. But there's no way to fit all these guests on four mattresses, even with forcing people to "get cozy" with one another, so chances are you're waking up someplace else.
You might get lucky and wake up on a couch... or you might wake up in the bathtub, or in the shower. On the kitchen cabinets, in the kitchen cabinets. Facedown in a stairwell, or just straight-up dumped in a hallway. You get the idea. The point is, you're waking up in a house that might be perfectly nice, even luxurious, if it were just you and you were waking up anywhere that made sense.
Unfortunately, it's not just you. It's not even one or two other people. Oh, no. There are 14 others scattered throughout the house. And, so far as you can tell... only those 14 others. Who have just as much of an idea of what's going on as you do. Isn't that lovely?
At least you've woken up with clothes on... and at least you seem to have one item of yours that came along for the ride. Better than nothing.
Oh, and one last thing... you just might remember a creepy little dream that told you about having a power now. But that's gotta be fake, right? ...Right?
Rise and shine, Strangers. It's time to start a brand new day here at 15 Maple Lane.]
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