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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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Mm- no... stop along your FACE at any time...
[It's fairly easy to spot when the unseen occupant finally wakes up. Either because you're paying attention enough to hear the cessation of muttering and snoring, and hear the cavernous, stretching yawn that follows.]
[Or you're literally anywhere within remotely normal earshot and hear the enraged screaming that almost immediately follows it.]
NOO-O-O!
[The bed curtains rip open- possibly literally- and disgorge an angry purple whirlwind in the form of a teenaged girl. It's. It's a lot of hair and rage.]
WHICH ONE OF YOU DEGENERATES STOLE MY LUMPS?! I'LL KILL YOU!
[Later on LSP can be found in the kitchen- honestly kind of trashing it? She's looking for something, at least, and eventually finds it-]
Perfect, no one else is gonna lumpin' touch me.
[What's she got- oh. That's. That's a knife. Kind of a big one, getting tucked inside her uniform's jacket. That's probably fine.]
[...honestly after that she can kind of be found all over sort of angrily exploring the place like a purple stormcloud. Or maybe just tossing the public areas a little. This is the wildcard prompt, do whatever.]
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Not that I'm above petty thievery for a good laugh, you'll want to direct your fury elsewhere. Somewhere, oh, that way, preferable.
[Gesturing vaguely at the door.]
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So you admit it! DEFILER!
[Yeah, she's getting up in his face. ...He might be able to note that she is, in fact, floating an inch or so off the floor.]
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[He huffs. And pauses. Wait. Is she--
She IS. She's floating!]
...Well, that's no fair, how come gravity doesn't work for you?!
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[Does that make sense? Probably not.]
Maybe it's cause I'm not a lumping thief who lies about being a thief! Ever think of that!
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Of course I can, I'm not an idiot! Now gimme back my lumps you creepy old thief!
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As I was saying! I'm sure someone as intelligent as you would see right through my wicked master plan of distracting you long enough for the real thief to get away.
Alas, what a shame. Outplayed and outmatched.
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[Yeah, she's just. Trying to tackle Discord now.]
TELL ME WHO YOU'RE WORKING FO-O-O-O-R!
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kitchen
[He came in for, uh. Doesn't matter. Don't worry about the way he keeps popping up in rooms like a ghost.]
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[What, should hot guys just NOT appear before her wherever she goes?]
I am a delicate flower of a princess and if anyone tries to take advantage of that in this weird kidnapping thing I'M GONNA CUT THEM.
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[Girls can and should stab people, as far as Connor's concerned.]
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[Let LSP have a taser!!! It'll be like every year on Extra Life when they taze Michael.]
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[Also because Connor himself isn't generally a violent person but he does like seeing other people live their truth.]
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[yes, good, feed the ego, this can't possibly end poorly]
You're a perceptive guy, I like you.
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I try. I'm Connor, by the way.
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That's a great name, real great. I'm Lumpy Space Princess.
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.... Can I just call you Princess? The whole thing's a bit much for, you know, everyday speech.
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[Yeah, this. This is happening. I'm so sorry.]
I mean it might get a little confusing with the other princesses here, but yeah! Like, as long as we remember it's a thing.
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