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ANON MAGIC!!!
[ Anon has put you into a waiting room at a government building for the next two hours. Have fun waiting ]
[ Familiar blue smoke plumes upward from seemingly nowhere. It clouds my vision, and I feel my stomach drop. Oh, Krishna, here we go again... ] . . . [ Once the smoke clears, I glance around the drab interior of some kind of building. Hell, these magic wielders are getting out of hand... First, they turn me into a goddamn cat, and now, I get banished to... Wherever the HELL this was! ] [ Okay, breathe, not the weirdest place you've been. You've been inside an alien car's liquid stomach cavity. You can handle a weird, liminal building. ] [ A short stroll through the unchanging hallways led me into a waiting room. On the wall, hung with as much pride as someone's drying underwear, was the city's crest. ] "Hyperion City, The City of First Light..." [ I muttered, reading the scratched, fading plaque on the wall below the crest. ] [ It didn't take a genius to realize where I was, but I'll spell it out for you anyway. I was stuck in the waiting room of Hyperion's branch of the Martian Service Centre. A government building meant to deal with legal troubleshooting, all while they sucked the life out of you, hour by fatal hour. ] [ Well, stakeouts weren't new. Well, I never liked them, but I'd still do it. Grumbling, obviously, but whatever. Two hours would go by like a breeze... Or, so I told myself. ]