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[State loaded. Now lets get out of here before Mr. Siegel becomes Mr. Corpse again.]
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You're in the washroom. From the looks of it, the janitors must be on strike.
That's a nice looking mirror. Let's examine it. It's a mirror with a wooden frame.
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You see yourself in the mirror. You again realize with horror that you can't remember who you are!!
Siegel has short term memory too? This might be harder than I thought. Oh well, there's a fancy light hanging from the ceiling. It's powered by magic, right?
An electric light is hanging from the ceiling.
Well, then. This revelation makes me feel like running away from my preconceived notions. And by "preconceived notions", I mean this room. Let's check out that door.
It's the door that leads out of the washroom (and possibly into trouble).
I meant open it.
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You're in a dingy hallway. There's a puddle on the floor. It appears to be coming from the women's washroom. Let's hope it isn't someone with trouble.
"This is a police consultant! Open up! We have a search warrant!"
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Breach and clear!
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You're in an empty stall. You see a crack in the toilet and water pouring out of it. The toilet has a fresh crack in it. The water leaks from it and ends up in the hallway.
Element, check that toilet for explosives!
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You are relieved that you find nothing inside.
TOC, this is entry team. We have... wait, we're not SWAT. :(
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Now that that's over with, let's examine this room properly.
You're in the ladies room. It has a large metal wastebasket and a dirty old sink.
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Yeah, that was boring. Maybe if we open this door:
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Did everyone else here get shot in the gut all of a sudden? Well, since that "S." doesn't stand for Sear, I guess I'm SOL.
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