Taking a deep breath, Zoie made her way cautiously towards the front door. Things had been so strange since waking up, truth be told she was still processing everything. Naturally, she’d panicked at first, though having pushed through that, she was beginning to think more logically. She’d taken the time to walk through the house she’d woken up in, she’d read and re-read the “Welcome Letter”, she’d examined everything she could think to. Aside from having woken up here, everything seemed to be normal. Zoie was grateful to have learned that she was not the only one here, though in a way that fact only heightened the curiosity of the situation. While she’d come across two celebrities, the other person, Aaron, wasn’t someone she recognized. Gathering her courage, Zoie opened the front door. Poking her head out, she looked cautiously around before stepping slowly out. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way down the porch steps and out into the street. Looking around, she spotted a group beginning to form. Making her way over, she lifted her hand, nodding as she began to speak. “Hey, uh- I’m Zoie. I think I’ve talked to a couple of you on the social media…Thing. Anyway. We’ve all ended up in a pretty strange situation here. From what I can tell none of us knows what the fuck any of this is supposed to mean so…I think the best place to start is with introductions. That way we can get an idea of who everyone is, and see if we can’t start narrowing this thing down. So, like I said, I’m Zoie Beiste. I’m a Sex Therapist from Lima, Ohio. And the last thing I remember was going to a meeting regarding a potential position at a residential therapy center. What about you guys?”Â
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Mike had been one of the first out in the street, having taken a bit of time to examine his home, though not quite as much time as some of the others. In his mind, searching the houses didn’t make much sense- after all, it was clear that whomever had orchestrated this had done so for a reason. If the perpetrator wanted any of them hurt, they would have been. If they were going to do something dangerous, or rig the houses in any way, there wouldn’t have been a point in making them so finely detailed. Seeing Beverly lightened his heart by what felt like a ton. He made his way over to her, slipping his hand into hers and giving a reassuring squeeze as he listened to the others speaking. Zoie. Blaine. Aaron. Committing each face and name to memory, Mike followed the conversations until it was his turn to speak. “Good to meet you all, even under the circumstances. My name is Mike Hanlon, I’m a Librarian from Derry, Maine. The last thing I remember was receiving an email to attend an urgent meeting of the inter-library board. I arrived at the meeting spot, but that’s about all I’ve got.” Pausing, he considered saying more, but decided to let things rest for the time being. He wasn’t entirely sure he trusted much of anything at the moment, and he didn’t intend to share all of his thoughts with anyone but Bev.Â
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