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Who: Hazel
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Hazel carriage

[Well this doesn't look great. But hey, if we all succumb to nature our carriage is already in style!

So how are we handling all this?]

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[ that depends... ] Why am I dressed like a white boy from Williamsburg? [ first things first. ]

[ by continuing to make direct eye contact with whoever looks at him with the hopes that someone here knows what's going on and is going to say something before he has to make himself seem vulnerable. ]

...

Well?

[ Wandering out of his room, head perking up when he hears another voice. ]

[ And then actually looking the man over as he processes the words he just said. ]

Did you not pick those clothes yourself?

[ This guy was just trying to leave his room, but when he catches eye contact with someone else giving him Hinting Eyes he responds in the most sensible way he can. ]

... Hello!

[A lot of things are confusing right now but perhaps the most confusing for Éclair is that everyone else in this room is lacking... certain features. What kind of animals are you??? He doesn't remember anything but he is pretty sure this is weird.

But maybe it's weirder to everyone else that this guy has coppery wolf ears/tail -- the latter halfway to flattening, broadcasting discomfort.]

What in the world is going on here?

A what? From where?

[He supposes the flannel pyjamas are kind of stupid but the rest of it is lost on him.]

Well what?

[Enjoy being snapped at by a grouchy wolf-man. It's a great way to start your day!]

[ Sir I've never met you before but I want to pet you. ]

It would seem no one knows.

Yeah, well, someone has to. Like maybe this guy on the intercom.

[How many times are they going to have to hear this recording before someone blows a gasket?]

Then perhaps we should try to find him so we may ask him directly.

That's what I'm thinking. But I'm also thinking all of you look real damned suspicious.

Hell no.

[ he looks at noe like he's totally nuts. there's no way he'd pick these and he tugs at them with a little frown - before noticing he's wearing the same thing. this just went from bad to worse, cool cool. ]

You're gonna tell me you did?

Hipsters, man. I'm talking about hipsters.

[ which this guy is definitely... one of. so ok nevermind. ]

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[ luke lifts his eyebrows. uhhhhh ]

If I knew anything, you think I'd be sitting here getting mean-mugged? Come on, man.

[ He follows his gaze down to his own clothes and- oh! Matching! ]

[ ... How curious! ]

I do not recall.

Oh, why is that?

[ Do you not like wearing matching colors Sir. ]

Even better.

[ he does not look impressed. ]

So this is either prison, or whoever took us has a really specific aesthetic.

[ again, he's saying: hipsters. ]