dramatispersonae

CITRINE

You find yourself in an unassuming room. It's spacious, though it's fairly empty except for the furniture in the center. There, a collection of chairs are gathered around a large table. ...Or, at least, they're chair- and table-like things. The chairs are made all of one piece, of an unidentifiable plasticky substance, and they're fairly uncomfortable. The table is made of the same substance, and is just a round platform on a pedestal.

On the table, however, are pens and paper, and in the center of the table there's an opaque cloud, spinning slowly in swirls of mist.

Instructions come both as a voice and as words in the mist, and you instinctively know you can answer either by speaking back or by writing down your answer and throwing it into the cloud.