Anonymous Cricket

>You are Anon Y. Mous, and you're not entirely sure where you are.
>Wherever you are, your head is not in the mood to be there and is making its dissatisfaction known.
>It looks like some kind of a waiting room, with a bunch of different people in weird clothes all over the place.
>Some of them are in white robes like some kind of weird cult or something, some are dressed in fancy suits, some are even dressed like regular people.
>Well, you're bored. Time to leave.
>You make for the door, but it doesn't open.
>You pull quite a bit and nothing works.
>There's a receptionist behind one of those windows that slide open, maybe she can help you out