I did that thing where I was really tired and fell asleep too early and now I'm awake hours before I should be :/

I managed to get a couple more hours of sleep in there. I had a semi-luicd dream that would make a cool party idea.

I awoke in a dingy cab with no idea how I got there. Looking out the window, I was clearly very far from home. The driver saw me wake up, and in my broken understanding of Spanish, told me that we were almost there and that he'd already been paid.

Further inspection of what's around me... we're in South America... in 1939.
I look at my wallet. I don't think my Visa is going to get much done here. Neither will the US cash that was printed in the 2000s
(Dreams are weird and the creepy cab should not be part of the party)

I'm dropped off at what appears to be a very nice hotel. The cabbie hands me a duffel from the trunk and drives away. I go to the reception desk to check in. I presume I'm supposed to be there, so I must have a reservation right?

Apparently I do indeed have a room but it's not ready. An employee takes my bag. The person at reception hands me some papers. Again, they're in Spanish, but I can read a little bit... The papers are... drink tickets?

I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's a friend I haven't seen in a while.
"Confused?"
He hands me a beer and begins to explain what he thinks is going on.

It's hard to focus on him, though. I keep looking around and seeing that I recognize nearly everyone in the lobby of the hotel.
He explains why.

This is a party and we're playing a game.
Basically, we're at a murder-mystery dinner. Except it's not just dinner and instead of murder, the mystery is how and why we've been transported here.

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