Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter 5 - Stretching Emo Legs

I stretch as I uncurl from the ball I was sleeping in, and sit up to see the same room I had seen just before I dozed off.

The pictures are still in their place, everything is still, and 4663 is sitting slumped against the wall, snoring loudly and looking straight up, with her mouth wide open.
A book is still in her hands, stopped on a page with a map of somewhere, and it looks as if she was in the middle of turning a page before she succumbed to sleep like me, with her hand underneath the next page.

I'm not sure what I should do from here. I've been sitting here for hours, just staring at the wall, deathly terrified that 4663 will throw me to the robots outside like a bone to a dog if I annoy her even slightly.

Do I keep sitting here for longer? I don't even know what time it is, or where I am.
I don't even really know how to get out; I've looked around the whole room about seven times, and I haven't seen anything close to a door just yet.
That actually makes sense, I just appeared here after having a close call with an entire army.

My arms hurt as I decide to get up and explore around, if only just to get a different angle to this place than what I've seen for several hours.

The posters on the walls look familiar, but yet oddly different. One of them I recognise from the fight club that disappeared. It's an old poster from years ago of Sirius Oculus' music single: 'Reaper', made to draw attention to the Carnivalian Lights, a celestial event that I think everyone remembers from just how little sleep they got when it glowed at night.

The poster itself isn't different, no continuity errors there. Except now, the poster seems to be partially repaired after someone stuck a big red stamp over it.

Another poster on the wall seems much older, judging by the dirt and grime on it. It's from the Progress Emporium's marketing campaign, back way before I got here, of the big Toaster Van. It too also has the stamp on it, but hasn't yet been fixed and still reads: 'VOID' in harsh red ink.

I can't make sense as to why these big stamps are all over these two posters, and some of the other ones around. But I'm sure there's a perfectly normal explanation. Maybe they were just trying to clear the streets of old junk?

Although, wouldn't it be smarter to just take them down.?
Eh, who knows. Maybe the government just likes red paint.

With new clues from the walls of this box, I now need to figure out what's going on. Did I get transported to the past, the future? Or is this some big practical joke the entire city is in on? Personally I want the last one to be true, but simultaneously I don't want to trust my gut anymore.

I scan the room to find any way out.
My eyes catch something past a cardboard model of some claw thing, and I squint to see that there is a tiny little panel with a screen by the wall.

I tip-toe over to it, making sure not to break anything that might cause this b*tch to flip, and I take my time in getting a good personal look at the panel.
All that's on it are two buttons, one with a swirly graphic engraved into it, and another that says "SET".

The screen has a crude map of the city of Loom, with tiny little text displaying the names of the districts.
There is Sciend, in the place of the Gardens, Mavopolis, Centorium, Avalonia, which is unchanged, Oniacipality, Tinsel Town and one final name that reads: Loom, in the very center.

For some reason The Factory Of A Better Tomorrow is nowhere to be seen, but really it's a bit small to act like it's a district that deserves a name as big as the others.

I tap the Mavopolis region, and it zooms into the area. From all the things I've seen, it has sort of the same layout of the Metropolis, where my friend Ze Dude hangs out.