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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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[Hey there, Cassandra. Don't mind your audience here, he's enjoying the show right now, please keep going. You show those doors.]
You're not going to give up that easily, are you?
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What...? [She sits up from the floor, rubbing her arm.] No, of course not.
[She thinks for a second.]
Maybe I just need to hit it harder.
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[She's got brains. Tactics! Curse you, door, and your mysterious power...]
...Maybe if I throw a chair at them.
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[Not quite as fun as seeing her slam into them, but oh well. Good enough.]
Was it chair beats doors? I don't remember how this particular rock-paper-scissors set up goes. We'll find out, I suppose.
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[It's what she does best. Someone in Corona has to be the uncreative one.]
It has to be a good-sized chair. [She sizes up the glass door, drawing her hand across it, measuring. Stopping.] Right there. That's the point it needs to hit for the most force.
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Then, she thinks about it.
Cassandra then thinks a little more about it.]
Armchair would hurt the most if you managed to throw it at someone. Barstools are pretty solid weapons, too. Easy to grab if you're empty handed.
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If I put in the order now, we can probably expect those in, oh, three to five business days.
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I've gotten into a couple of bar brawls in my time. [Vardaros was good for those. As much as she wanted to get a move on, she had.. fun there.] But jokes aside, there's got to be something around here I can throw at the doors.
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[Everyone needs a niche!]
I suppose the vending machines are a little too big for the job. But there are plenty of weights in the gym. One of those may do.
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[She thinks for a minute, then draws her gaze down to her hands. They're pale; paler still than the rest of her thanks to always wearing work gloves. She runs one over the other.]
There's an entire gym in here, multiple bedrooms. I saw a kitchen back there. This place is meant to be lived in...
[Or at least somewhere you could survive for a day or two.]
...Wait, what's a vending machine?
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Not a thing in your dimension, I assume.
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I kind of like the "falling to their doom" part, but the whole thing sounds pretty lazy.
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But lots of dimensions don't have them, I've found. Well, yours will probably get there eventually, give or take a few centuries.