Through the Door*Boy

“All righty then! I have your file all ready, so just step through this door!” She shoves you through the door on the left, then waves. “It’s going to be fun!”

You spiral briefly through a strange, glowing tunnel, then land with a crash on a ratty couch. You stand up, hit with a wave of vertigo that quickly vanishes. You look around eagerly. It seems to be some sort of loft, a giant one-roomed mess. The couch you landed on is right next to the front door, and across the way is a television. Towards the back, about thirty feet away, is your bed, and on the opposite side of that is the bathroom, surrounded by paper-thin dividers for some form of privacy. Between the bathroom and the television sits a small kitchenette, stocked with plenty of snack food.

You leap up, running towards the kitchen, and trip. You look down and see you tripped over the television cord. You shake your head, and then walk carefully to the kitchen. You pull open a bag of Doritos and grab a Mountain Dew, then freeze. What to do now?

Go flop on the bed and goof around on your laptop!

Ditch the food and go outside.

Watch TV.