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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.
halls
Could take a hammer to it, maybe? Or use one of the trunks like a battering ram.
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Peregrine's relieved to see someone with their priorities straight. She peers out the window in thought, still seeing nothing more than what you'd expect to in a normal public school. ]
Haven't tried the trunks yet. We'd need to find something to protect our hands so the glass doesn't cut 'em.
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Oh, I was just gonna tape a sheet over the window but that's probably better.
[He says that in a tone of "I have broken windows before." Granted, he usually throws bricks or something and not. Like. Battering rams them so.]
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Taping a sheet? [ Peregrine nods but considers. ] I think I see how that could work, but we'd wanna be careful. A cut on the hand that gets infected could cause a lot of problems down the line. ...If only I had some thick gloves...
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[You know, for hooking up in.]
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Right. Good thinking. [ And she's gonna just...go look for one of those, whether he follows her or not. ] Closet, closet, closet...
[ And she's just gonna open like every door to find them. ]
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I'm Connor, by the way.
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[ Oh! Peregrine has the decency to look a bit embarrassed there. ]
Shit, sorry— Peregrine.
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[At this point, anything could be true so.]
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Because this is real life! Not a TV show! [ She sounds kind of exasperated, but at the same time, she's almost laughing. Almost. Maybe it's because this conversation compared to everything else is almost normal. ] Jesus, why does not one understand that here?
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[if the ghost of antonio salieri is reading this, i know you're italian ok i'm not stupid i watch amadeus]
Real life doesn't mean fuck or shit here.
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What? ...Wait, no. Everyone I've met's speaking English. 'Cause, I can't understand...anything else...
[ Wait. Didn't that girl have a Japanese name? Was she speaking Japanese?! ]
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[i'm so sorry kat]
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[ jesus christ this fucking sucks ]
There's an Orpheus and a Salieri and I have no idea what's up with the Neil Patrick Harris dude or the Keanu jerk!
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[He's ticking them off on his fingers.]
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[ she thinks he's talking about The Hobbit, and- we're just having one wild conversation here. ]
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[did you get any of that peregrine]
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[ Yep! She got it! ]