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There is a booming, thumping, cradling pain in the back of your head. You do not remember how you came to be slouched over on hard and unfriendly material, but you are so, anyway. Your oddly shaped head is trickling sweat and staining the papers that rest on your cheek.
In the grand scheme of things, you are a lumpy mass of coagulated meat that twitches and spasms when the neurons in your brain fire at the right frequencies. Said brain is currently very inactive, and a dull sensation runs through it. You do not remember why you are where you are, or how you ended up there. If that is the case, you may be far from where you ought to be, that being your post in zone 1. Dedan is very strict! He will not play nice with you when you return. Dreary and clammy hands run off the table, slumping into some vague form of awareness. You pat yourself down.
As consciousness begins to entangle itself to your senses, your first instinct is to:
>Feel in your back pockets.
>Gaze at the papers on the table.
>Slap yourself awake and stand up for Pete’s sake!
