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itscurtains2021-05-30 12:40 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-05-30 12:40 am
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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Assuming she's still in her room at Delta Nu, she sits up, rubbing her head. Huh, she expected to have more of a hangover than this.]
Guys, come on, I'm really not--WOAH! [Okay, so not in her room. Not only that, but she doesn't recognize anyone else in this room.] Um, who are you?
[After introductions, Elle heads out to do a little snooping. Eventually she finds herself in the band room, poking at the instruments. She seems to be so lost in thought it's unlikely she will notice if someone else enters unless they say something.]
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She gives half a lop-sided sort of smile as she reaches to start fixing her hair.]
Wow. Must have been some party.
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Last I remember, I was in my room.
[Oh no! Where are her manners?]
I'm Elle, by the way. Elle Woods. [Elle smiles and the room gets, like, 5% brighter.]
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Farrah. Your hair’s super shiny.
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And is completely derailed by the compliment.]
Oh, thank you! It's this hair mask I use about once a month. Super moisturizing. You braid looks so good, especially after sleeping on it, that is crazy!
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When he notices Elle there, however, he startles just a touch]
Ah, forgive me, mademoiselle. I didn't realize anyone else was here.
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Shoot! Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in. [She does her best to wrestle the thing back into place.]
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No, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
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[Together they manage to get it upright without causing any more chaos. After it's clear nothing else will fall over, she smiles at the newcomer and sticks out her hand.]
I'm Elle Woods, by the way!
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Mademoiselle Woods, then. I am Maestro Antonio Salieri.
[he's just going to take her hand and, as is polite, bend over in a bow and press a kiss to her knuckles, before straightening]
A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[and then he'll just move to straighten and release her hand]
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The pleasure is all mine! I mean, it would be better if, ya know- [She gestures around them]
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Salieri glances around the room briefly as she gestures to it, though he's assuming she means the whole...situation...rather than just the band room itself]
Indeed. Circumstances aren't the most fortunate. I assume, like the rest of us, you've found yourself here under mysterious circumstances?
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I would agree with that. This is certainly not anywhere near my normal choice in fashion.
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[Elle looks at Salieri's uniform a bit closer.]
I wonder why the piping is different colors.
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band room
It's gonna be loud.
I'm so sorry.]
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What the hell??
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Oh dear, was someone else in here? I hadn't noticed!
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[As far as first impressions go, it's not the best, but introductions seem like a good way to reset.]
I'm Elle Woods.
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