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I was at some sort of hotel or conference centre with an ice rink. I had done a bit of puck work in the rink with my stick, but there was some demonstration and test of some sort going on in the rink so I had to participate again. TT went on first and showed how it was done. He stick handled a large stick (rather than a puck) into the net. I had to search for my stick for a while and found it, although it was much larger, and had two shafts (one a decimeter thick) rather than the usual one. This made it rather unwieldy and I had a lot of trouble controlling the stick. I could not get the stick into the net and I explained that I was not used to doing this sort of stuff.
Dejected at my lack of skill, I wandered off and out of the rink area, only to realize that I had forgotten my stick in the rink! I tried to go back in via the hotel corridors, but I was not allowed access: They had closed off that part of the building. I was planning to sneak in while the security guards were passing back and forth through the doors, but an alarm was raised: Someone had been taken down inside.
I rushed in to see what was going on, and watched one of the security guards pick up the dead woman's 9mm. I thought about taking the gun when he put it down, but decided to slip away to look for my stick. I ended up wandering through a large study and recognized a number of people who looked like cultists. I was guessing that they were the ones responsible for taking out the security guard, so I tried to slip out of sight by going into the bathroom. There was someone inside already, but I recognized him as a non-cultist. He had finished using one of the urinals, if you can really call it that. It looked more like a vending machine cum video game. There were troughs at various angles with many displays and controls all over the urinal. It was also about the size of one of those picture booths, and since I did not want to look out of place, I walked up to it.
I put my feet on the platform and pressed the button. It began to shake and roll, forcing me to hang on for dear life. While it was doing that, streams of water came out and began to undo my pants. This was neat: It must have been some sort of Japanese invention. No hands were required, but my pants got pretty soaked, and it never did seem to work completely. I guess it was still in beta?
I tried to stop the device, but instead of getting some sort of control menu, the display kept flipping between various simple computer games. I gave up after a couple of minutes and pressed myself against a wall (while the other guy hid in a stall) when a cultist came in and reminded us that there was a mandatory meeting taking place now.
We tried to escape, but the washroom was right next to the study where the meeting was taking place. I tried to look inconspicuous but kicked myself for not taking the gun. The other guy was able to blend in since he was pretty unknown to the group, but a number of the cultists had dealt with me before so it was just a matter of time before someone recognized me.
They began going through the introductions, and I was planning to come up with a pseudonym (like Johnny) when a torch bearing mob appeared outside the window and threw in a couple of burning torches into the room. This action set chairs, walls, and people ablaze. I took this as my cue to leave, igniting part of my clothing as my excuse to run.
I got out of the room and put out my flame (after setting a few cultists on fire) by rolling on the floor. I found myself in another room with a couple of girls who I knew were friendly. One had a gun but neither of them paid attention to me so I went out the window and ran across the field.
