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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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Hi, Elle, nice to meet you! We're in - [There is a visible pause while he turns back to read the words on the rules again.] - Gershwin High School Academy University.
[Hm. That doesn't sound right, but he doesn't know enough about normal schools to dispute it!]
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I've never heard of that...school? Before? [Yeah, that name sounds super weird.]
Is it one of those boarding schools for high schoolers? Because if so, I think there's been a mistake. I'm a college senior, not a high school senior.
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But it doesn't. After a moment, he decides he needs to just soldier on.]
If I had to...guess...I would say that it probably isn't a real school, and you've all been kidnapped. [...wait] And maybe I have, too.
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[She tries to laugh that one off, but it's getting hard to ignore the possibility the more she walks around.]
Why would anyone kidnap us?
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That's the mystery.
[Granted, the secondary answer is "to have a show." But that's not really in-narrative most of the time.]
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We'll get through this for sure!
Keep it positive!
Pick yourself off the floor.
[Singing? What?]
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Keep it positive!
One day soon we'll walk right out that door!
There's no call for us to fight!
Everyone will see you're right.
You know that's right.
Stay positive!
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If we try, that's all we have to do!
[He phases between speaking and singing pretty easily, like it's completely normal. Which, like, it is? It totally is.]
Man, I hope my real cast is like that!
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Cast? Are you a director or something?
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[Wait a minute...]
Ugh, where's my head? Sorry, I'm Elle Woods! [She offers her hand for a shake.]
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[A handshake! Delightful!]
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[This has literally never occurred to him!]
I...don't know what that would be.
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[Okay, he's tried to explain this to a few different people by now and it has essentially never worked. Maybe he should try a different tack? Maybe reference a more famous cousin, sort of.]
...have you seen Into the Woods?
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[Says the girl from 2007]
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[Well, crap, it's not that helpful in explaining if she doesn't know what it even is.]
It's, uh...sort of an adaptation of a few different fairy tales. You've got the Narrator there, who goes "Once upon a time" and stuff like that? I'm basically like that guy.
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