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TEST DRIVE MEME 001 (#2)

HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL

You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.

You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.

But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —

A hotel lobby?

"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"

Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!

I. THE CASINO FLOOR

As you pass through the entrance to the casino floor, an attendant passes you a small bag of chips. The casino is loud and bright and filled with games of every kind — you want to play poker? They've got a table for that. Sabacc? There's a table for that, too. Slots, pachinko, and bingo are just a few of the other games on offer. The attendant in the lobby wasn't lying, either — everyone who plays wins. Everyone, every time.

Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every Oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every Oyster in the hotel. Each colour of tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.

JOY — the distilled essence of happiness, this tea makes even the most rough and tumble of Oysters giddy with happiness — for a moment. The effect fades into a general sense of contentment and affability after a few seconds, and that itself fades away slowly over the course of twenty minutes.

ANGER — this tea, anger in liquid form, can make the most even-tempered of Oysters ready to absolutely blow a gasket. For twenty minutes, anyone who drinks this tea will find themselves much more easily annoyed, frustrated, and all around irritable and snappy.

SADNESS — distilled sadness is a potent tea, capable of turning a stoic, stalwart Oyster into a blubbering mess in moments. Events that may have previously only been a minor disappointment become the end of the world, every repressed unhappiness comes to the fore, and for twenty minutes, any Oyster who drinks a sadness tea can hardly keep themselves together.

II. MAKING WAVES

If gambling isn't to your interest, there are many other areas of the hotel to explore! For the moment, only The Pool Of Tears and the Pig & Pepper Buffet are available for Oysters to peruse, but the staff assure anyone who asks that the other facilities will be open by the next day. Unfortunately, that means no one can buy any swimsuits from This Elegant Thimble, but the staff aren't going to kick anyone out of the pool for jumping in in their clothes!

There are four main attractions to The Pool of Tears: the pool, the jacuzzi, the wave pool, and the lazy river. The water is always just the right temperature, clean and clear and refreshing. It feels as if the sun shines down from above you, warm and comforting. Scattered through the pool area are clusters of modern lounge chairs, just waiting for someone to come relax in them. The Pool is, in a word, serene.

But not for long. The waves generated by the wave pool begin to get choppier, and larger, until it becomes clear that the generator itself is malfunctioning — too late, however, to avoid the tsunami that crashes through the whole Pool and leaves it flooded. Thankfully, no water escapes into the rest of the hotel, and the hotel staff work quickly to rescue those trapped in the Pool and drain the flooding — but you better hope you can tread water until they get to you!

III. EAT ME, DRINK ME

The Pig & Pepper buffet serves lunch foods from across all different cultures, offering something for everyone, and some things you've never even heard of.

On offer with these lunchtime dishes are cookies and biscuits and scones of all kinds, held on tiered trays with signs that proclaim Eat Me! in delightfully whimsical calligraphy. Nearby, hotel staff man a small booth for doling out cups of fruit waters from large pitchers, which have Drink Me! painted playfully on their sides.

It takes a while to feel the effects — perhaps you've even left the Pig & Pepper by the time it happens — but those who eat the cookies and scones inevitably end up growing in size, whether a few inches or feet, and those who drank the fruity water similarly shrink. Eat enough and you might strain the ceiling; drink enough and you'll be the size of a thimble! It's not permanent — if no one else can help you figure out how to get back to normal, the staff certainly will — but it's definitely inconvenient!

IV. WELCOME HOME

Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, Oyster. You know it to be true.

On each bed are the Oysters' personal effects, minus weapons, as well as a towel folded in the shape of a heart, and a single foil-wrapped chocolate. If eaten, the chocolate is delicious, and incites a feeling of tender warmth in Oysters — not lust, but a desire for closeness. Why spend time in your room, when you could go find a new friend in the casino?

Welcome to the (second!) first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, Oysters!

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He supposed it was some comfort to know this Lan Wangji had arrived in much the same condition. Though what was powerful enough to have subdued him and brought him here in the first place? His memories were weak at best, and following a little white rabbit didn't exactly explain how he'd gotten here.

But hearing Lan Wangji explain both did and didn't help much either. His explanation was, as always, succinct and easy to understand, but at the same time so ludicrous that if he wasn't sitting here experiencing it, he'd have thought it some childish daydream! Other worlds? The same, but different. Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to look closely at Lan Zhan's face, to study the details and small differences, his robes were different too, he noticed, if only slightly.

And his headband. The familiar swirling clouds were no longer metal, but embroidered. His guan not nearly so ornamental...

So what now? He'd been trying to avoid any unfortunate run-ins with people from his past, only to immediately run into Lan Wangji. On multiple occasions if you counted Mo Manor and the almost-meeting in the woods afterward. The slight differences could be chalked up to a mere difference in the sixteen years he'd been gone. Of course Lan Wangji would look different after so long!

"Not the most ideal way to meet again after so long," he sighed, shaking his head. Not that he could think of a circumstance that might be better, but...

"Still, I'm surprised, you really got stronger, hm?" Wei Wuxian gives him a grin, lightly swatting his bicep.

He sighs at his teasing, but for now, seeing Wei Wuxian's cheerful upbeat. He has been melancholic as of late, having been trapped in this world three weeks prior and taking in the emotional toll of 13 years weighing heavily on him, mourning for him, and here yet again, a double of his close friend who is just as a bright and mischievous. He kept his expression impassive to keep the ache dull in order to look normal as if nothing happened.

"Meet again...?" Picking that up, Lan Wangji has figured the other Wei Wuxian has awakened from death. Perhaps that's the reason for his tearful outburst?

"No. Not ideal. My strength remains the same. But here we are. What did you last remember before you arrival in that box?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but finds the question too difficult for a flippant response. His own memory wasn't great, but even he knew it'd been over a decade since they'd seen each other face to face. But he also doesn't want to be the one to bring up, you know, since I died? Been a while, right?

But maybe their worlds were different enough that some things had never happened. Maybe in their world, things had resolved just fine. Maybe he and Lan Zhan were closer friends than ever.

"I guess things are pretty different for you, huh?" he fidgets with a strand of his hair as he considers.

"Where I'm from, we haven't seen each other for... a long time," he frowns for a moment. Sixteen years if he'd been able to piece things together correctly.

"Is that right? I suppose I haven't seen you lift anything heavier than a guqin," he mused, trying to think of the best way to explain what he last remembered, between his own faulty memory and knowing their worlds might be different.

"The name I gave before, Mo Xuanyu, and the mask, they're... kind of a disguise?" why did it sound so ridiculous when he said it like that. Still, it'd kept him safe from discovery, at least until he'd ended up here. No need to mention the being dead and then revived part.

"There was a... disturbance at the Mo family manor and, well-" maybe he shouldn't mention being at least partly to blame for the deaths of a few family members. Or, at the very least, manipulating their corpses.

"I got to see some of your juniors in action though! I left once you seemed to have things taken care of, and I was just on my way to Dafan mountain. I'm not sure how helpful that is though, if things are so different where you're from."

He would rather prefer Wei Wuxian to take his time to talk. He spent the last week in insolation, after he frightens his version of Wei Wuxian into hiding, giving him the space he needs to think his issues out. He listens to his tale, his side of the story as he explains. So far, the description of events seems to match his own.

"I haven't seen you for thirteen years." He rather not bring up how he died, because he already knows or figured out even though there's a difference between how this one dies by letting himself go on the cliff while the other is presumed to be torn into pieces by resentment energy. "I have lift heavier things than a guqin. Mostly rocks, trees, lumber, and pulling crops when it's time to harvest."

As he explains more, "Mn. Mn. Of course. A disguise." He'll take that. "Not at the Mo Manor anymore, since Mo family perished rather untimely..." Guess, whose fault is that, but it was inevitable.

He chuckles, "Yes, the juniors accompanied us in our journey after we returned from Dafan mountain. After that, I have taken you home to Cloud Recesses to take a rest and then we went on a journey to help resolve a case of a curse." And he left it at that, omitting details until it's information that he's ready for.

Was it thirteen? Maybe he'd counted wrong. Lan Wangji had a better head for dates and things, but he was pretty sure he remembered the year he'd died. Was it just another of the differences? It was only a few years, he supposed, but...

"Ah... right," he said lamely, "I was hoping in your world I had a bit better luck. It's sixteen, for me. At least, I think so."

He'd honestly rather not dwell on it. Either way, it's a lifetime ago and best left behind, isn't it? And at least he has the distraction of hearing Lan Wangji casually talk about lifting rocks and trees. Wei Wuxian can't hold back a laugh at that.

"Trees Lan Zhan? No, I didn't know you could lift whole trees! Where have you been hiding that strength?"

Not that Lan Wangji was weak, not at all, but the thought of Lan Zhan heaving boulders around as if they were nothing, was ridiculously amusing.

"Right," got back on track, acknowledging the slightly uncomfortable truth, "well, Mo Xuanyu was the original owner of this body, but..."

He shook his head and almost gasped in shock when Lan Wangji laughed. Okay, well, laugh was an overstatement, but it was definitely an amused little chuff, which for Lan Zhan, might as well have been bubbling laughter.

Wei Wuxian nodded along though. If sixteen years had passed for him, but only thirteen for this Lan Wangji, it made sense that he'd be further in his travels.

"Wait, wait, Cloud Recesses? I'm shocked they didn't throw me out, or keep me under lock and key! I can't imagine they'd welcome me with open arms," his grin is lopsided, but amused. He could only imagine Lan Qiren's face if he was ever seen in Cloud Recesses again! Copying the sect rules hundreds of times would be the least of his worries, he'd probably be beaten into mush by those giant paddles he was so fond of.

"Mn. rocks and trees." He wasn't wrong, not at all. Wei Wuxian's mind is still as sharp as ever. While it's a three-year difference, Lan Wangji looks at him strangely. If Wei Wuxian has a better look at him, there's a difference not only in his headband, but the color of his eyes. His are almost a bright golden hue.

"Sixteen years...? Hm." He mused. He was pretty sure of the years he has lost him, grieving for him.

"I brought you in. Nobody put up much of a fuss. You remembered the rules. I told them you're a guest as Mo Xuanyu." He can't tell him of the accident with his painful encounter with his brother at the mountain yet.

Remembering another detail, "As for your donkey, Lil'apple, he's more or less quite safe."

His amused grin remains, and he has to make a concerted effort not to imagine Lan Wangji milling about Cloud Recesses, an entire tree under each arm. Lan Zhan seems... less amused, even studying him in a way that makes him doubt his answer. He's not sure what the Wei Wuxian from his mirrored world is like, but apparently their looks are similar enough to recognize him right away.

"Lan Zhan," he blinked, the story of what happened to his other self just seemed to grow more and more unbelievable, "you lied to them about who I was?"

That was perhaps one of the most difficult things for him to wrap his mind around. But either he was lying now (doubtful) or he'd lied then. Perhaps it was more a lie of omission? Hopefully his disguise had been enough to keep Lan Wangji from getting into too much trouble.

He had to choke back another laugh though, swallowing before he dared to ask, "you brought Lil'Apple to Cloud Recesses too?"

"Yes, your donkey is fine, he is fine." More so by omission and recognition by their similar looks and mannerism. "Not really. Even though I sort of knew who you are, I don't want anyone to know and neither do you. And part of it, you would rather be known as Mo Xuanyu, because there's an advantage in not revealing who you are."

Lan Wangji is not going to reveal how he knew it was him. But every mannerism and even his tone of voice is almost identical to Wei Wuxian, and also the other one, his own.

"Anyway, do you feel better now? No more crying...?"

Perhaps it was cold of him, but he hadn't been too terribly worried about his donkey. Lil'Apple was wily enough to keep himself well fed on dewy grass without his help. But it is something of a small relief. One less thing to worry about back home. Even if the thought of a braying donkey in the quiet hills of Cloud Recesses sounds like something he'd very much like to see.

"Mm," he nods once. He can see the logic in it, and he'd even planned to hold onto his other name for as long as he could where he'd come from. There were just too many places where his name was still a bitter tasting word.

"Probably wise," he agrees, "I was almost caught by Jiang Cheng just for using a paper talisman! Wei Wuxian was never the only one to use those!"

He leaves out that it was to subdue and perhaps tease Jin Ling, before he'd any idea who the boy was.

"But yes, I'm sure the fewer people who know the dreaded Yiling Laozu has been revive, the better."

The concern in Lan Zhan's voice is comforting, but only serves to remind him of his rather humiliating first experience here.

"I-I thought we weren't going to speak of that!" he sputters, "it didn't happen! Please erase it from your memories!"

With a nod, seeing there's nothing more he could speak about since their memories are not quite aligned with some slight differences. Lan Wangji comes from the future, a few months ahead of time, and this Wei Wuxian seems to be fresh from his revival into a second life, recently resurrected and reborn so to speak.

While he wanted to learn more about this Wei Ying's past to take notes and compare, he's not one to pry and asked questions until he's ready to speak of it.

At his pleading, "Agreed. My apologies. Just please take care to don't recklessly eat or drink anything during your stay here. I keep a list of the enchanted foods. I will share it with you."

The nod did little to sate his curiosity, but then, Lan Zhan had never been terribly long-winded. If he had the chance, Wei Wuxian generally filled the silence with whatever he felt like idly chatting about.

"As long as it doesn't have more than 3000 things for me to memorize, I'd be happy to see it," he smiles, waving away the apology.

If Lan Zhan wasn't going to take the initiative in the conversation, he might as well. Besides, he was done with thinking about depressing things for a while.

"Oh! Tell me something good then. One of your favorite memories? Let's see where they line up, hm?"

As much it brings Lan Wangji much joy, curiosity, and pain to tell him a happy memory, most of them are sad memories from the years of mourning for him, pining for him, and wasting himself away on his guqin until it wagers a sense of pity from the senior Lan members.

He doesn't need to share his memories of the time during his Yiling Patriarch days or the days of his youth. As he feels, this one was recently reborn and he isn't ready to remember.

"...Hm. A good memory?"

After long several moments of consideration, to answer his question properly.

"I spend most of my time alone with the rabbits and meditating in the forest."

Though he takes a while to answer, Wei Wuxian can only assume he's taking time to thoughtfully consider his response. He waits, thinking of some he can share in return. There'd been that icy cave in Cloud Recesses. Or the lanterns afterward. Searching for the Yin Iron together. After that, many were tinged with sadness, he supposed. Teasing Lan Zhan at the archery contest, sleeping on his rooftop, or his one and only visit to the Burial Mounds.

The answer, when he gives it, seems more than a little sad, and he truly hopes that's not the happiest this Lan Zhan has been as of late.

"Oh! I know the ones!" he nods. He'd been sure to help them find a home in the mountains of Cloud Recesses, now that Lan Yi was no longer there to protect them.

"How many are there now?"

It was a careful answer, as there is a sadness tie to it. Rabbits are his only comfort and solace, besides raising Sizhui and the juniors, taking them under his own wing. Lan Wangji is not inclined to share his true feelings, including what makes him happy.

Each happy memory is filled with Wei Ying in each and every one of them. While not the Wei Ying that is sitting beside him, it felt almost an equal pain and feeling by merely sitting close in his presence.

"There's Sizhui. His best friend, Jing Yi. And Jin Ling, from the Jiang Sect. I believe, he's your nephew. He's part of the training as a junior in the Lan Clan."

For a moment, he's sure Lan Zhan is still talking about the rabbits. Naming each of them, but as soon as he mentioned Jin Ling, he makes the connection.

"Oh, right, those must be your students!" he nodded. He hadn't spoken more than a handful of words to Jin Ling, and most of them he already regretted. But if he was studying alongside the juniors of the Lan Clan, well, it was good that he had friends. And from what he'd seen of the young disciples at Mo manor, they seemed to be growing up just fine, if a little inexperienced.

"I'm sure none of them have beat my record for copying the rules down just yet, oh-! But I was surprised to see the Lan Clan using my spirit lures! I never thought I'd see the day. Ah- well- I guess maybe yours don't, but they're really very useful, either way."

"Yes, they're my students. Besides the rabbits. I tend to pile rabbits on them after lessons. Back then when they're this small and as tall as my knee."

It's a memory very vivid for him because it helps him cope with his grief. From Wei Wuxian's point of view, he is quite correct that they had grown up. Inexperienced with their cultivation at best, but nevertheless they are fine students learning the Lan clan tradition and it's path.

Up until now, he doesn't reveal to his Wei Wuxian that Sizhui is A-Yuan, the little boy he raised during his Yiling Patriarch days. This brings him back to the days when Wei Wuxian is a young youth who caused quite a stir in his sect. He smiles with fondness.

"Yes. No one can beat your record yet. The spirit lures, we used some of your techniques whenever there's a night hunt. It's a handy tool."

Imagining Hanguang Jun with a flock of tiny Lan sect children playing in the forest with rabbits, that at least, sounded like a fine measure of happiness. He felt a pang of painful memory himself, thinking of how quickly A-Yuan had taken to Lan Zhan. He didn't seem the sort that children would run to, but once they realized how soft he could be under that cool expression, of course they'd be charmed right away. And what child could resist playing with little animals?

"Fun like that, in Cloud Recesses is allowed? Ah, how much has changed," he smiles, a hint of teasing to his tone.

As for the legacy of troublemaking he'd left behind, well, it would take a devoted effort to cause more trouble than he had without actually getting himself kicked out of Cloud Recesses.

"Isn't it? Occasionally I can do something useful," he laughs.

"It's allowed. Laughter and smiles are important, and I see them on the children and the seniors alike because of the rabbits." Lan Wangji simply nodded, talking about his favorite memory of the children, watching them growing up, piling them with the rabbits that he raised and they are all over Cloud Recesses, having to breed them and make a colony around his village.

Ah...he has done all of that when he thought Wei Ying has died and will never return. After playing Inquiry in vain, with no response, and the spirit answers become lost to the wind.

"Useful? You're here now. That is enough and...I'm glad you're back." Perhaps it's from the rose pink tea, but then it slips out of his mouth, like a pang of his heartstrings from his heart, releasing the guilt.

"Wei Ying," Addressing him by his birthname. "I missed you dearly. It's not the same when you're gone, but..."

He tightens his lips, and every fiber of him wanted to seal his lips into silence over what he just said. Perhaps wanting to unburden a bit of his guilt and fears, even unfairly so with his arrival and recent outburst of tears.

"Aah, I didn't realize. I seem to remember being punished for all my laughter and smiles," admittedly they had very different idea of fun, and Wei Wuxian well knew when he'd broken a rule or two. He laughs though, bumping against Lan Zhan's shoulder lightly.

He didn't expect quite the heartfelt welcome though, seeing that most had cheeered to hear news of his death. Glad he was back? Missed dearly?

"I never thought you were so sentimental, Lan Zhan," his smile is fond, and he can breathe a little easier, the worst effects of the tea having passed. This man might not be the same Lan Wangji he'd known, but he was close enough, in spirit and memory.

"Then one day when you returned back home, make sure you break all the rules. You won't get punished. I'm sure your Hanguang-Jun won't let you get hurt and be punished again if you bring laughter and smiles to him also. For myself, there isn't a single day that I haven't thought you."

Lan Wangji managed to smile a little, if anything, somewhat sadly. "I searched for you. I tried to bring you back to Gusu with me if I ever find you. Even now, I thought of you everyday."

Now this doesn't sound at all like the Lan Zhan he remembers. Telling him to break the rules? That Hanguang Jun would simply let it be? He isn't sure whether to laugh it off or not. Perhaps this other Lan Wangji had managed to find a sense of humor where they other had not. But, there isn't a single day I haven't thought of you.

The Wei Wuxian that knew this Lan Wangji must be very different after all. A mirrored world had to reflect several opposites, didn't it?

"I'm afraid the Lan Wangji I know wouldn't be too fond of me causing chaos in Cloud Recesses," he laughs, "and likely twice as bothered if I laughed while doing so."

As for the idea that Lan Zhan might have been searching for him... not after he'd wrested his hand from his grip on that ledge in the Nightless City. It didn't make sense. Right, he assured himself. Several differences then, weren't there? He could ignore the strange pang in his chest, probably just some lingering after effect of the tea.

"I hope you find him and tell him so," he swallows, a bit nervously at that. His memories might be scattered, but he remembered not just Lan Zhan, but even his brother visiting, urging him to go to Gusu. Gusu, where he'd be little more than a bird in a cage, while the injustice fell on the remnants of the Wen clan.

"Not this one." He answered. "I wouldn't mind." How different he and the Lan Wangji will be? He will soon discover as their stay on the hotel will eventually unravel. "But if I find him, I will tell him so."

He realized he spoke too much because he was feeling too much. He remains strongly silent for a few long moments. Perhaps, he wanted to stay by his side for a few moments longer, but this Wei Wuxian belongs in a mirror version of their world.

His curiosity of him deepens, wanting to get to know him better as a friend. A part of him finds him very handsome, very much so as his version of Wei Wuxian. He realized his own sentimentality may look forceful and straightforward, even though he doesn't intend to be.

"You recently arrived. If you're tired, I can show you the way. Do you know the way to your room?"

"You must be the fun one," he smirks, just trying to imagine a Hanguang Jun that not only allowed, but encouraged rampant rule-breaking. Unheard of. What kind of mischief might they get up to, if Lan Zhan were a little less concerned with those thousands of rules?

"Oh, ah... I haven't seen much of this place yet, no," he takes the opportunity to stand, swatting imaginary dust from his skirts. He wouldn't mind being able to take a moment, throw some water on his face perhaps. See what sort of accommodations they have.

"Can't very well say no to a guided tour, hm?"

At his remark, he only blushed slightly, almost pink to the tip of his ears. Wei Wuxian's teasing has quite an effect on him. He tried to keep his expression passive, pretending, and forcing himself to don't think of thoughts such as how handsome Wei Ying is, despite this version came from another world and he may belong to his version of himself.

Taking a deep breath, collecting his calm. With a nod, "Wei Ying, just follow me and I'll show you around."

It's a matter of showing him the elevator and demonstrate how to use it. "Get inside this iron box. Press a button." Which he did. "And it will take you to the upper floors where you'll be sleeping."

It did feel much less daunting to be in this strange place with a familiar face at his side. Being alone wasn't the worst, of course, but company was always better. He followed, even into the suspicious-looking iron box, with its array of softly glowing buttons. There was a slight jolt as the doors closed and the box rose, and Wei Wuxian was terribly curious what sort of system they had rigged to make it work. Pulleys, maybe?

"The inventions here are really something, aren't they? I wonder if they'd let me study them..."

Before he had much time to consider though, the doors slid open, revealing an entirely new floor. He stepped out, suitably impressed, before digging through his pockets. In a moment, he retrieved the room key they'd given him. It seemed more like a talisman or a card really, than any sort of key, but he held it up toward Lan Zhan.

"Oh- they told me this was the key. Do you know how it works?"

TEST DRIVE MEME 001 (#2)

HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL

I. THE CASINO FLOOR

II. MAKING WAVES

III. EAT ME, DRINK ME

IV. WELCOME HOME

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