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Good Heavens! You slap yourself silly in an attempt to escape the fugue state you have found yourself in. Spittle flies from your lips and a sharp spike of adrenaline rushes to your head. It works! You are spared another moment of restless blackness.
You must have binged pretty hard on the sugar last night, because you can’t remember a single thing about what led up to this point in time. When you try to think back to it, there's nothing but fuzzy colors and lurid sensations. Blegh. Perhaps in time you will sort out what it was you were doing in that span of time, but now is not the time to let your mind wander on such trivial pursuits.
In the bleeding awareness that follows, you look around. You are in a small, dingy little room. The small salty seawater threatens to loom into said room, but it’s only on the faintest hair of your senses. Sweat dribbles from your brow and threatens to drop onto your exquisitely white shirt unless you decide to stop standing around and spring to action. As you wipe a slack-jawed expression from your face, you decide to:
>Investigate that table! We did not give it a good enough look.
>Leave. The table will not tempt you with its vices.
