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once more with feeling [act 3]
You awake in an unfamiliar bed.
It’s comfortable enough, sure, but it’s certainly not yours. The room, too, is unfamiliar, especially in such heavy darkness. There seems to have been a great effort put into making it a livable space, with fuzzy rugs laid over linoleum, beds arranged as best to fit (and one bunk bed per dorm, rip whoever has the bottom bunk), and a single desk. You've also got individually labelled trunks; if you look inside yours, you'll find a yearbook with mostly blank pages, as well as a few with some interesting information. But even with all these changes it’s clear this room started it’s life as a classroom, every window hidden behind heavy dark green curtains.
To add to the strangeness of it all, your clothes have been swapped for some kind of uniform. It, though fitting your body perfectly, might feel a bit odd to some of you, as the body you have isn’t quite the same as it was before you mysteriously fell unconscious. The other important thing to note is the people in the other beds around you, all wearing the same color-coded uniform.
The hallway outside the dorms is narrow but well-lit, with fresh white walls and some scattered posters advertising some kind of midweek club meeting. The hallway goes on until, for the more contemporary of you, the pieces start to fall together as to your location: a school. Once you leave your rooms you’re free to wander as you wish but pinned up on a corkboard just outside the cafeteria there’s framed information that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the other rooms, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy outside all of them.
In the lobby there are linoleum floors and fluorescent lighting, and a pair of glass doors that appear to lead outside. You can see out of both of them that the sun is shining brightly and there’s definitely more to see in the distance but the glass is unbreakable; you can't get out that way right now. A rolling metal sheet blocks off the hallway to the west. For the moment, both doors leading outside are locked.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
It’s comfortable enough, sure, but it’s certainly not yours. The room, too, is unfamiliar, especially in such heavy darkness. There seems to have been a great effort put into making it a livable space, with fuzzy rugs laid over linoleum, beds arranged as best to fit (and one bunk bed per dorm, rip whoever has the bottom bunk), and a single desk. You've also got individually labelled trunks; if you look inside yours, you'll find a yearbook with mostly blank pages, as well as a few with some interesting information. But even with all these changes it’s clear this room started it’s life as a classroom, every window hidden behind heavy dark green curtains.
To add to the strangeness of it all, your clothes have been swapped for some kind of uniform. It, though fitting your body perfectly, might feel a bit odd to some of you, as the body you have isn’t quite the same as it was before you mysteriously fell unconscious. The other important thing to note is the people in the other beds around you, all wearing the same color-coded uniform.
The hallway outside the dorms is narrow but well-lit, with fresh white walls and some scattered posters advertising some kind of midweek club meeting. The hallway goes on until, for the more contemporary of you, the pieces start to fall together as to your location: a school. Once you leave your rooms you’re free to wander as you wish but pinned up on a corkboard just outside the cafeteria there’s framed information that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the other rooms, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy outside all of them.
In the lobby there are linoleum floors and fluorescent lighting, and a pair of glass doors that appear to lead outside. You can see out of both of them that the sun is shining brightly and there’s definitely more to see in the distance but the glass is unbreakable; you can't get out that way right now. A rolling metal sheet blocks off the hallway to the west. For the moment, both doors leading outside are locked.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
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[ Hm. But wait - ] How do you know about them if they're not real where you come from, though?
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[She thinks for a minute.] Though I guess I can't prove they aren't real in my world, but most people don't believe in them.
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How does that... work? Do you just not know who's responsible for the seasons, and the weather, and the harvest?
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[She paid enough attention in science class to get the basics. The water cycle and all that!]
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[ It's bad!! ]
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What I mentioned about the seasons - that's because Lady Persephone's been staying in the underworld later and going back sooner every year. I know because spring comes when she shows up in town - the bar where I work is her first stop on her way out of the Underworld - and fall ends when she goes back. That's not how it works where you come from, though? It just happens because the planet spins?
[ This is giving him a minor headache trying to think about it. ]
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[The feeling is mutual.]
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[ He frowns, brows furrowing as he thinks it over, fidgeting with the end of his tie. ]
Maybe it's like... in the pulp novels, when sometimes people travel to different worlds, where something in the past happened another way and it changes everything? Maybe at some point in your world the gods just left, somehow. [ That's a more reassuring if still troubling thought to Orpheus than the idea that they never existed at all. ] But I've never heard of that really happening. It's just a type of story people like to tell.
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But if we are - how did we both get here? Where is this place?
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I think I saw a room that said "Principal's Office" down the hall. Maybe we could check if anyone's in there? It didn't look like it last time I was there, but it could be worth trying again?
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I've never been in a big school like this before. [ he says, idly. ] Where there are dorms, and all these classrooms. All the ones I went to just had one or two teachers, and no principals or other people like that.
[ It's not the weirdest thing about this situation, but it does throw him off a bit. How much of what's around them is normal? He glances over his shoulder at Elle. ]
What about you? Have you ever been somewhere like this?
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[ This is a much nicer kind of building than he would've expected. Anyway, the principal's office isn't very far from the cafeteria, and Orpheus approaches the door and knocks, politely.
Predictably, there's no response. ]