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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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I've...seen magic. I've seen what it can do. So I at least get the comparison...I just wish people wouldn't assume it's the cause of everything, you know? There's always some kind of explanation.
[He's one of those types.]
Who knows. Honestly at this rate, they could all just be making fun of us. I can't imagine anyone who would bring us here unwilling would be doing it for our own good.
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[As everyone knows, science and magic are interchangeable concepts.]
They're likely making up a few things about us. The rest of my profile is correct, but they were probably stuck with that one part. It's not like they know every detail of our histories.
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[But that doesn't mean he has to like it.]
You're telling me. I wish they knew even less. Some of it is reaching, sure, but...there's definitely truth there too. I mean, it's not like I gave anybody here my name, or my height or anything like that! And how did they even get that picture?
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Wow, I wish. I mean...I guess the Princess did somehow get wind of me, but...I'm not like, famous or influental or anything like that. I'm an inventor, so I make stuff? But it doesn't get very far past the walls of my lab most of the time.
[And what does isn't always...stable, or well received.]
But no, yeah, last I checked there's not really any...records on me? At least, I hope I'd know about them if there were.
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[If Varian were a nobody, he wouldn't be treated with any respect. Everyday peasants aren't captured by invading armies, after all.]
Who knows, perhaps they used magic.
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I wonder if it could be someone from Corona. Not that I know who...but there's been some weird magic-stuff going on back home, too. It wouldn't surprise me, at this rate.
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[This first thought is of the sun, but that can't be right.]
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[It's just said matter-of-factly.]
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[Like, time travel is...a concept that's not really bandied about much, but when you live in a world full of magic, it means it's potentially possible. It's just not something he's certain anyone has ever been brave enough to dabble in, until...well, now.]
Where are you from?
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[Ah, his homeland. How he loves it when it's not dotted with massive statues of evil overlords and littered with the many corpses of unfortunate peasants.]
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Caledonian, huh...well, Corona itself is surrounded by water, but it sounds like it must be a different area entirely.
Kindof...a lot of trouble to bring us from completely different kingdoms like that, don't you think?
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That would mean well over a dozen kingdoms struck...which is a lot, even for a planned effort. I mean, it makes sense if this is some sort of magic at work, but...I don't know.
Something about all of this doesn't feel like a normal kidnapping.
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[They have clothes, wonderful bedrooms, places to entertain themselves. The food isn't all that great.]
I don't understand their plans. Is this a plot to attack multiple kingdoms at once?
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[Assuming it's all Kingdoms they're after, which Varian isn't so sure about just yet. This is a decent running theory for the time being, without much else to go on.]
Maybe we're being held for some sort of ransom? Wouldn't make sense on my behalf, but there are probably others that would fit that bill.
[Elsa, LSP, Sissi...all various royalty.]
At least then I'd understand why they're trying to keep us- [He gestures with a hand.] -healthy.
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[Varian is...not the most important alchemist in the kingdom, but he does know the princess. She would miss him.]
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[Varian sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.]
I can't say I like the sound of that.
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[He grips Varian's shoulder with the force of a man holding onto the one artifact that can save the world.]
There are worse places to be trapped. Much can be done when we unite our forces! [Angus, this isn't a rebel army.]
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Well, I'm glad you feel that way, because so do I. There's no way I'm just going to stand around and do nothing. I'd be a poor excuse for an inventor if I did that.
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That's the spirit! Now, go forth and seek the answer to our problems!
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