Re: 1st floor, 12am.
He wobbled toward the other voice and began to feel as if he was sprouting...well just sprouting. He looked down and saw pieces of blond hay poking out from around the cuffs of his work shirt and overalls. He blinked. Definitely going to make him standout on the poker scene.
"Happened? What happened? Yes, of course, something has happened. Only I don't know what. Exactly..." he felt a bit confused at the moment, but the little dog seemed friendly enough and the girl seemed oddly familiar.
"I'm...." he struggled for a moment with his name. He knew he had one, only it didn't seem quite right. After all the name was in place before the whole straw thing. "I'm...a Scarecrow?" It wasn't exactly an answer to who but it was an answer to what and that seemed the best that he could do.
"Who are you? You look familiar. Have we met before?"