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[principals]

You're dreaming.

You're dreaming of a most desperate wish—a fate you'd go so far to avoid; to achieve. Perhaps you're watching all of your friends and loved ones die horribly in front of you! Perhaps you're locked away, all alone in the dark, with nothing but the knowledge that you can never go home for company. Or maybe … maybe you see yourself grasping that trophy, eating all of those popsicles, running into the arms of your long lost loved one.

But then—

You snap awake in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room with a closed but unlocked door, in nothing but your underwear; a folded uniform awaits you at the foot of your bed. You remember the dream, fresh and vivid, and you know, you know, that it's important. Hold onto it. Never forget, never let go.

From outside your room, you hear the faint sound of others stirring.

((OOC: The door that leads out of the dorm is currently locked! On the bright side, it has a plaque with your team name on it.))