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[b][color=Lavenderblush]Time:[/color][/b] MORNING
[b][color=Lavenderblush]Location:[/color][/b] INT. MAMA MALACHI'S SUMMERHOUSE - RIVER PORT 
[b][color=Lavenderblush]Interactions:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=Lavenderblush]Mentions:[/color][/b] The guy cosplaying as an elf [@princess]; the golden lion furry[@Helo]
[b][color=Lavenderblush]Equipment: [/color][/b] [hider=][color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Attire from Earth
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Backpack
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Smartphone
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Wallet and key
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Computer
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Headphones
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Spare eyeglasses
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Plastic bag
[color=Lavenderblush]⋆[/color] Letter[/hider]

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[hider=Letter from June-bug to May-beetle][color=LemonChiffon]
Hey Mom,

So I've been staying with a LARPing community called Avalia for a week now, and it's been a wild ride, let me tell you. I've never heard about them before, but it turns out they're a very huge and passionate organization with a whole lotta cash and free time on their hands. I'm not kidding when I say these guys created an entire world that could give Hollywood a run for its money.

The set is insane: it's massive, detailed, and completely functional. The lore they've created is so extensive that it needs its own wiki. The dedication the members have for this fantasy world is actually pretty impressive... and also a bit concerning.

Everyone here never breaks character. Like, never. I mean, I guess that's the point of LARPing, but still it's like every single person is method acting 24/7. Imagine being in costume and prosthetics all day, every day (especially the furries)! These guys are hardcore. If they don't truly love this hobby, then they're the epitome of professionalism. Seriously, I think they could all be world-class entertainers.

Anyway, Avalia is in the middle of a big story campaign to free the world from the tyrannical rule of the dark elves. And get this, the organizers picked me and five other people to be one of the "chosen ones." To be honest, it was kind of fun at first. I didn't really have any plans for my days off, so I figured, why not? But then things got weird when they said I couldn't leave Avalia or contact anyone outside.

I've been trying  to get in touch with you, but my phone and laptop are totally useless here. There's no signal or internet, and I can't even find a place to charge my stuff. The only option I have is to use these weird "solar boxes" and "transmission bracelets/stands," but they're all running on an isolated network. 

Every time I make a break for it, they catch me almost instantly. It's like they have surveillance cameras hidden all over or someone's keeping a constant eye on me.

Mom, I'm getting really freaked out. What if I've been abducted by a cult of LARPing enthusiasts? I have no idea why they would even bother with me. I'm not sure they're ever going to let me go, even if I manage to complete their "main quest."

I'm writing this letter hoping that somehow, someway, it'll find its way to you. In case anything happens to me, I want you to know that I didn't leave on purpose. I didn't run away, elope, go on a journey of self-discovery, or off myself. I would never just disappear without telling you where I was going or what my plans were. Not like [i]Him[/i].

I love you, Mom. You're the best. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that enough. Hope to see you soon so I can tell you in person.

Take care,
June-bug[/color][/hider]

[color=Lightcyan]Jun gingerly tucked the letter into an envelope and slid it into his backpack, making sure it was nestled safely amongst his array of useless belongings: electronics that he kept turned off to save what little battery life they had left, a pair of headphones now reduced to mere earmuffs, a wallet containing cards and money that were about as useful as Monopoly money in Avalia, and a key that might as well have unlocked a door on the moon. Even the cursed plastic bag that had nearly suffocated Jun to death and caused him to fall down the stairs found its way into the backpack. He should throw the bag away. He really should, but he couldn't bring himself to do that.

He wasn't going to leave anything behind, not a single thing. They were a symbol of his old life, a reminder of who he really was, and he needed that reminder now more than ever. He had to keep himself anchored to reality, and that meant not getting lost in this fantasy like the LARPers who were fully immersed in the roleplay. Hopefully, these items would be enough to keep him grounded until he could find a way back home.

Jun twisted the doorknob and cracked the bedroom door open just enough to peek through the narrow gap. The hallway was empty. He breathed a small sigh of relief and eased the door open a little further.

The hinges let out a soft creak. Jun winced and froze, holding his breath as he listened intently for any signs of movement. After a few tense seconds, he exhaled slowly and continued to push the door open, one inch at a time.

He slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door as quietly as possible behind him. His heart raced as he tiptoed down the hallway, eyes darting back and forth. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo through the house. But Jun pressed on, determined to escape. 

Just as the exit loomed into view, Malachi's morning call echoed through the halls. The water-spraying man was clearly in a foul mood, a sharp contrast to Zion's irrepressible energy that made the whole house tremble with excitement for breakfast. The giant furry's hollering overpowered Jun's hurried footsteps toward the door that stood between him and his freedom.[/color]