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[exercisethemind]

This place reminds me of something Dietrich would have thrown together. Or Sasha. The decoration has their stench all over it.

Maybe they are dead, too. One can only hope.

[A bit of a pause.]

What is this place? If this is Hell, I think the men at the church were greatly mistaken. Where is the hellfire and brimstone? It would add something nice.

I hope you have my pills here...

[[ooc: So, his paranoid brain totally thinks that this is some kind of trick and doesn't want to seem like he's fazed by it. He's just playing around with what was given to him, trying to figure it all out.]]

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[requiresssacrifice]

IGNORE THAT! [GRUMBLE GRUMBLE] Stupid drugs...

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Your secret is safe with me.

[Nope, he's a liar.]

You should rest.

[requiresssacrifice]

It's not even a secret of any significance. I just don't share ANY information from back home, and that INCLUDES my colleagues' names.

[Oh snap that was sharing]

...

[And he just realized it, too]

I'm going to... turn this off now. And NOT because you suggested it. So don't even THINK--

[WHOOPS, his hand slipped and cut him off early.]

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