Virgil woke, sitting up in the armchair quickly. Had he fallen asleep in public? The mortification would have made his heart race, but... his heart wasnt racing? In fact, he couldnt feel the normal tightness in his chest either. Had he been drugged? Where was he? Who are all these people? Where was he?? He began looking for an exit. Did he still have both his kidneys?
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Everyone around him seems to be mostly in the same boat; some panicking and looking around in a panic, while others are curled in on themselves or staring at the floor blankly. The energy is... a weirdly somber anxiety, and yet everyone seems roughly in the same boat. He seems to be in some kind of bland reception space; like a weird mix between a doctor's waiting room and the DMV. Above on the TVs, there's not shows but rather simple instructions. [APPROACH THE DESK TO CHECK IN AND RECEIVE YOUR NUMBER. ONE OF OUR AGENTS WILL ESCORT YOU TO YOUR APPOINTMENT IN TIME. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION]
A few of the other people seem to be forming a queue in front of a receptionist, and as people enter they slowly make their way to line.
"There you go. Just like that." He encourages gently.
"i'm not a child, sir." Logan says petulantly, as if debating he's not several hundred years younger than Janus.
