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HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 3 (17/?)

Added 2025-10-16 23:18:53 +0000 UTC

You step back and try your best to assume your role. You clasp your hands together and make a pleading motion. The bear glances at you and grunts, "Don't apologize, I don't care. Just watch where you're fucking going."

You nod fervently and step back, carefully avoiding the hooded figures. You watch as the bear finishes dusting himself off before reaching for one of the drones and to your bewilderment, thrusts his gloved hand straight into its head. It sinks in with a squeak. The drone doesn't react, it wouldn't be able to even if it wanted to. He digs around as if grabbing something out of a bag and retracts his arm holding a rolled up piece of parchment. He unravels it, studying it intensely. He mutters something to himself under his breath and then stuffs the roll back into the drone. He turns around and your gaze meets again.

"You waiting for a cookie or something? Shouldn't you be on stage performing soon?"

You look at him blankly before realizing. You quickly nod your head and motion the way you were going. The bear stares intensely at you and then slowly reaches back into the drone and pulls out what looks to be a radio of some sorts. You watch him dial a set of numbers and wait, his gaze never leaving you.

> Try to leave.
> Stay put.

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