Topic: Coat Quest

[Cyst]

You are alone. It is dark.

What do you do?

[Inkling]

Turn the lights on.

[Slinky]

*snort* *snort*
Yeah, Thomas Edison appears in front of you and says, "idiot, I haven't been born yet."

[Cyst]

You turn on the lights... Huh, why didn't you think of that earlier?

You find yourself to be inside a closet, several coats obscuring your view. You can just barely make out the handle to a door when you hear a scratching noise on the wall behind you, followed by several short and excited breaths.

What next?

[Inkling]

Put on as many of the coats as you can before you come out of the closet.

[Slinky]

Well, we all knew it was only a matter of time before Ink came out of the closet.

[Inkling]

It's a wardrobe, jackass.

[Slinky]

The word "wardrobe" was never used. You're just biased towards wardrobes because you hail from Narnia.

Anyway, search the coats' pockets for anything useful.

[Oviraptor]

It was nothing, go back to sleep.

[Cyst]

You grab the nearest coat, covering yourself in it's smooth, leathery, warm embrace. You yearn for more, as you cover yourself in layer after layer of fine coat, rifling your hands through their pockets to find nothing more than lint and dust. Just as you pull the 6th coat on, you feel a hand on your ankle, and then nothing, as though it was never there. Perhaps you were just imagining things. You shrug and open the closet door, finding yourself in a large, yet mostly empty, room. In the centre is a futon, and 2 doors sit opposite from you. It is dark, but the sun's rays trickle through closed blinds, the window sitting right above the head of the bed.

And then?