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[There's nothing interesting going on here in this rather plain bedroom. Not too many posters, but there are labels on everything that describe actions like turn off the light, make the bed, turn off alarm. In addition to those labels, there's a young man whose alarm clock is blaring at the top of its mechanical lungs until he rolls over and slaps it into silence. He slowly drags himself out of bed, shirtless with a long scar running down from the nape of his neck across his shoulder and down his arm, and shuffles to the closest window, pushing the curtain aside to place his hand against the glass. He stands there for a moment as a confused frown forms on his face, only to shove the drapes back and come face to face with... space. The final frontier.

It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.

He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]

Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!

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How can you tell the difference?

[Chris has a lot of other logical questions but he can't make sense of them so he's going to only ask the simplest ones and pretend to not be an idiot in front of a cute girl. He's already cried in front of one, so he's zero for zero right now.]

I don't know what I would do. [Go home, back to Lewis, back to the bank robbery, back to whatever's left for him. What else does he have?]

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You mean, tell the difference if you're dead or not? I don't think anyone knows. I think some people know they're dead because they... just remember it, you know? Some people don't know for sure.

But - don't worry about it. You're not supposed to have all the answers. Not that anyone ever does, anyway, but that's kind of the point of being here. To figure some of this stuff out.

What happens if you don't?

You wouldn't have been brought here if you were beyond all hope.

That said, sometimes people disappear from the Barge with no explanation, without graduating. I have no idea what happens to them. Sometimes they come back, eventually.

[He doesn't agree with that. Kelly won't speak to him and his friends are dead. There isn't much left he can do. Forgiving himself is out of the question.]

That makes no... [He trails off in the middle of his sentence because... this is Chris. It happens.] What's your name again?

[Again. Like she gave it to him in the first place.]

[She already told him that. Well, that explains the notes around his room. Poor guy. He has all her sympathy.]

Ariadne. And you're Chris, right? [That's what Arthur called him.]

This place is pretty confusing, but there are lots of people around willing to help.

Chris. Chris Pratt.

[He nods as he bends down to pick something up off-screen. His hands are moving back and forth slightly for a few second before he looks up again.]

How do you spell that?

A-R-I-A-D-N-E.

I run the art room, if that's something you're interested in.

[He carefully writes the letters down, including the part about running the art room.]

I don't know. Arthur said something about getting a job. I was a janitor at a bank, but I don't want to do that anymore.

It's possible, once you're assigned to a warden, that they'll get a job for you.

I doubt it'll be janitor - that's reserved mostly as punishment.

But until you get a warden, you're welcome to hang out at the art room.

Is it okay if colors have smells for me?

[She blinks. Twice. Because... wow. Not in a bad way, just... in a surprising way.]

Sure. All levels of ability are welcome. Heck, I'm not the greatest drawer ever, myself.

Oh, well, okay then. I don't know who my warden is though.

[Just wait until he announced that the forest green smells like cheeseburgers.]

You don't have one, yet. At some point, you'll be assigned one. Sometimes it happens really fast, sometimes it takes a while.

What if I don't want one? I can do fine on my own.

[No, he can't.]

You'll be assigned one, eventually. It's why you're here.

Hopefully, you'll get a good one who can actually help you.

Chris Pratt

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