Room 420, Saturday morning

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Paris bolted upright from his bed and reached for the weapon he absolutely wasn't wearing.

"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troy shhhhhhh, it did. Shhhhh. "What foul sorcery brought me here?"

It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.

[OOC: So open!]

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"How do you know my name?" Paris demanded.

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"Do I know your name?" Lana asked, unimpressed with his tone.

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"You just called me Paris," he said, frowning in confusion.

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"No, actually," Lana said. "I was calling for the girl who lives here. Your name is Paris as well?"

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"It is," he said. "I am Paris, prince of Troy."

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"Where's Troy?" Lana asked.