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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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[The nightmare doesn't end.]
You're not making any sense. [Another route, maybe.] Is Dangan Ronpa the ones who abducted us? Do you know if we can talk to them?
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[ Hoo boy, how is this not the first person she's met today (chronologically) who just doesn't know a thing. She takes a moment to think. ]
It's a story, I guess. About something like this. No idea who did this, though.
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[That's...disappointing! Things could've been so much easier if they could just go right up to Mr. Dangan Ronpa and ask them nicely to be let go.]
Well...how does the story go? Maybe there's something in it that could help us figure out what's going on.
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[ How to put this. ]
There's a lot of people captured in something like this, but eventually they figure out who put them there and fight their way out? I... it's been a while, I don't remember a lot of the particulars.
[ This is probably a lie, but. She has moved past Dangan Ronpa! ]
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Then...all we've got to do is figure out who put us here and fight our way out. Or- or convince them to let us go.
[He'd rather this get sorted via civil conversation, but he's not the expert here.]
Do you think they want something from us?
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[ she very much hopes they don't have to deal with junko enoshima today ]
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[This is SUCH a plan.]
No killing involved, and we'll all get to go home.
[And here he was worried they'd have to DIE.]
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[ She would certainly love it if it was that easy! ]
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[Hmmmm.]
Have you looked around at all?
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Not too much. I was going to, but then I ran into this.
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[You know, with the killing part and all.]
Are aliens...usually violent? There's a lot of rules about killing and harming in here.
[Like, two too many.]
I heard from a skua that he got probed and stuck with this...pointy thing, when he got abducted, but he didn't get eaten or anything.
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[ she frowns. ]
... hate how much this being aliens makes sense. God I hope we're not in some kind of weird human zoo. But I don't know, I've never been abducted by aliens before.
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[ she should really ask cady how they compare to africa ]
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