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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.
Dorms
I... pardon? [Roommates??? She hasn't shared a room with anyone since she was eight...] I'm sorry, no. I'm just as in the dark as you are. I've never seen a place like this before in my life.
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Hey, are you alright? I know this is a weird situation but I'm sure it'll turn out ok!
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It's been a long time since she's felt this kind of fear, but she still knows how to temper it, to push it back without completely smothering it. Just... control it, don't hide it.]
Weird... I think this counts as more than weird. This all feels so wrong. How could anyone be kidnapped without their notice...?
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[He will admit now that someone is telling him this this does feel pretty Weird, but! He's sure this isn't all bad!]
I'm sure there's a good reason why we're here though! Maybe this is just some fun game that we were unaware of until now.
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What... sort of game would involve kidnapping a group of people?
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-I got it! Maybe this is all one big shared dream!
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Perhaps we should try pinching ourselves, to see if this is a dream. That usually wakes the dreamer up, yes?
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[He pinches Elsa's arm.]
Did it work?
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[She jolts back, looking a little surprised; she meant pinching their own arms!!! Gosh!!]
.... Oh. Ow. I, ah... I suppose this isn't a dream...
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[Well that sucks, but Spongebob quickly perks up.]
Well I guess if we really are stuck together, we better get acquainted! Hi, I'm Spongebob; what's your name?
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Spongebob? [Strange name. But hey, she doesn't judge.] It's a pleasure. My name is Elsa.
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Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Elsa! I'm sure we'll be great friends! Where are you from, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you in Bikini Bottom.
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[And Elsa has no idea what a bikini is, so the hint as to where this place might be goes totally over her head.]
But I'm from the kingdom of Arendelle, far to the north.
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[Warm, but not to hot. Utter perfection, her kingdom is.]
But don't you worry. Even if it's still cold for you, we have plenty of sturdy clothing styles to keep you warm.
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[Somehow.]