There are blue leaflets under doors all along the way, so she might be reasonably sure that everyone there has been similarly targeted.

"Is it true?" the source of the voice—Sarah, one of the people from Rachel's group—says from her room. "Is it true? Is this what you’ve been keeping from us?!"

… Uhm. Okay, she'll– go that way and see if she can defuse or help to defuse or, uh, anything, that conversation, because, um. That doesn't sounds good.

A crowd is gathering. There is a broken lamp near the door, visible from the outside. Jayden's there, looking a bit hungover, as well as Margaret. And Hollister is inside Sarah's room, being yelled at.

"Goddammit, those Safety goons were supposed to keep those nutbag cultists and their propaganda away from here..." he grumbles.

Matt is also present. A bit sleepy, somewhat startled because screaming and yelling, but– ugh.

Rachel joins the crowd.

"Don't you take the Lord's name in vain," Sarah warns. "Don't you dare. Now tell me if it's true! Are we just copies? Are any of us real?!"

Clearly, this is something Hollister's used to explaining, even if he's used to explaining it under more controlled circumstances. He has a prepared speech and everything.

"All we know is what we can observe," he explains. "It started out as rumors, people who knew each other on Earth confused about why personal histories didn't match up. The Elvis thing confirmed what many suspected... that when you come to the City of Angles, you never really leave Earth. So, yes. Refugees are, it seems, copies. Just like the copies of buildings and places that get pulled in here. And that's the farthest extent of what we know about it—anything else is someone's interpretation."

… Right, yeah, okay, so she got to this already and decided that she was okay with it.

She's still okay with it.

She has a feeling that other people won't be quite so okay, though.

Matt: continues to look quite sleepy. Perhaps he hasn't taken that in properly, yet.

"Then... it's true," she realizes. "We don't exist. We're just echoes. We don't even have souls—"

"Whoa, who says that's true? Who?" Hollister asks. "No souls? I don't buy that for a minute. We are here. We are alive! I was born here and I certainly believe I've got a soul, that I exist. If you want to look at it from a religious perspective, who says this isn't part of His plan? We can't know for sure. All we can do is work with what we're given. We were given a life here, for whatever reason—"

"This could be Hell," Sarah reasoned. "We could be dead, and this is Hell..."

Sigh.

"I don't buy that. You know why? Because they left out the rest of the story on that flyer," Hollister states. "It doesn't suit the crazy doom philosophy of the Echo Chamber to tell people what really happened to Elvis. When he learned about what happened to his self back on Earth, he turned his life around, he cleaned up and lived to see seventy! There are lots of records he made here that never got made on Earth because he lived."

Rachel sighs.

She thinks she'll just go back to her room.

He'll continue giving a long, impassioned speech about how awesome living in the city is and what a great opportunity living here can give everyone and stuff to a tearful Sarah (and the impromptu audience).

Did she find her schedule in the end?

Yeah, but given that Hollister is trying to imbue one of her group colleagues with a sense of joy in life, it might not be much use.

Ugh.

Well, she'll see if the meeting's soon, and if it is she'll go see if anyone's turning up, and if it's not straight away she'll go get some food instead.

The meeting starts in about an hour, in time for breakfast.

So she gets breakfast! She expects most people are busy watching the scene and not having breakfast.

Well, for a couple of minutes more, then they start going out to have breakfast, too.

Rachel continues to eat, and unless someone interrupts her she'll finish and go back to her room until the meeting starts.

"So those Echo cultists decided to spring the news, huh."

"Uh–" Rachel starts, turning to look at the speaker, then she frowns. "Yeah. Hi there?"

"Hiya. Sleep well?"

"… Do I–" she starts, then tilts her head a bit. "Do I know you?"

"Yeah, it's Sadde."

Yup, that's a Sadde-y Sideways-y feeling alright.