The lobby of Doors was, like usual, awash with players. You pushed your way through the crowd to find someone in an Artful cosplay standing in an elevator- the run was 2 people only with admin panel on.

“Can I join you?” You asked, setting a tentative foot into the elevator. The cosplayer nodded, smiling. “ ‘Course. Go ahead.”

“Sweet, thanks!” And you stepped in fully, watching the doors close and the teleporter shudder as it descended. The cosplayer looked at you, before pulling up the panel and giving it to you.

“Thanks, but isn’t it a little… early for admin panel?” You asked sheepishly as your vision started to fade to the unconsciousness of loading. The cosplayer shook their head.

“You’ll need it more. The Hotel does this weird thing where it’ll kick a cosplayer out of their body and slot in the conciseness of the character.” And then it went to brown.

The Lobby booted itself up, and you looked to the cosplayer- no, Artful, next to you. He groaned and rubbed his head, saying something (probably cussing) in French, before looking at you. His eyes widen in surprise.