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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.
Hallway
He holds a fist over his heart.] Angus McFife the thirteenth, prince of the Kingdom of Fife, milady. I don't know how long I have been asleep here, but my best guess is that I was brought to this school today.
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[That's another person added to this pile of circumstance. She steps aside to let Angus leave, at least.]
Thank you, McFife-san. Be careful, we know not what dangers lurk in this place.
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So, you have no answers, either...
[What a terrible turn of events. Once again, trapped in a new land with no idea of what's happening.]
And your name? How may I call you?
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My name is Maya Tendo.
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[It is a sad start to a journey, but they won't take it alone.]
And then I can finally rest.
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I can't imagine we will be able to quest very far in a place like this.
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This is a boarding school. They can be surprisingly vast and complex. Trust me, I've been to a few. [Though the tours never took him into secret escape tunnels.] On the positive side, we won't have to travel hundreds of miles to find the keys.
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Alright, point taken.]
Where would you recommend looking first?
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[He glances down the hallway.] That is our only path for now.
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Are you military, then?
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[He throws the side of his cape and dashes into the rather empty and boring classroom.]
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[She's totally expecting a normal answer. Like... Wales or something.]
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[It's geographically close enough.]
My hopes are that I was not taken too far from that land!
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In Scotland, correct?
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Yes, I have just been inside the citadel of Dundee before I had awoken. [Hey, countries are called different things by other kingdoms.]
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[Dundee sounds Australian, so. Now she's just confused.]
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You sound as if you disbelieve me.
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[She taps her chin.]
It seems many of us come from a collection of different worlds and places, Angus.
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[He clenches his fists spins on his heel, and screams at the ceiling.]
I have protected the kingdom
Defeated the wizard at last!
Now once again I have found myself lost
in a world with a far different past!
Is this my eternal torture?
Will I just never find peace?
When one evil falls another comes in
My duty to fight will not cease!
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McFife-san?
[You good bud?]
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This has happened before. An evil wizard escaped my home universe into an alternate timeline, and even thought I had pursued him, even though I had quested to end his reign of terror, another has taken me from my home.
When will I know rest?
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