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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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I don't know about "aliens"... [She's not sure WHAT he means by that.] But it's not normal for me.
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[Then like, the fourth or fifth to express a similar sentiment.]
When I was in school, back when I was a chick, none of us did anything like kill each other. We just learnt how to sing, or...sat out in the back. [His experiences were not universal.] None of us would've ever dreamed of it!
[Have you seen a baby penguin? There's like, zero bloodlust in that thing.]
Why would they even put that there? Do you - [Uh.] - often...kill each other?
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[What, are there some Lorbs around here? Maybe a magic bird couple?]
Uh... sounds like you had a pretty good life before this. [Depending on how crazy you are, she thinks.] At least you know you're not supposed to just kill people.
[She shakes her head.]
Do I? No, of course not. [
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[That's the real wrong of murder. Further endangering a species.]
That's a relief. [Light laughter. Not even that nervous!] I was worried it was something you guys did for fun.
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Uh.
[Her mouth opens, and sort of hangs there. Uncertain.]
"Us guys?" What is that supposed to mean? What am I to you?
[We've never even met??]
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you’re aliens - humans - [A new word he’s learnt so far!] and I’m a penguin.
[The gesture lands on himself. Simple stuff!]
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[She repeats, just to be certain. A pause. She's taking all this in.] Are... you sure about that?
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[She's just gesture to Mumble's very human form. Because obviously that's what he is, right?]
I mean, I was a bird at one point...
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[He’s not dismissing her as ridiculous - instead, curiosity!]
How? What kind?
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[How long was it? Felt like one duet's worth of time.]
I was turned into this sparrow-type thing. I had to learn how to fly and everything.
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Really? How was it? Was it nice, flying?
[A good portion of his childhood was spent staring into the sky, to the world beyond, and to be able to just lift off and go there...]
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Slowly, she breaks into a slight smile. One of her first in this place.]
It was. But I don't think I'd ever want to risk getting bird brain to do it again.
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[Is that offensive?]
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Don't...birds have minds where you come from?
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[Y'know???]
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[...]
I mean, you're kinda talking to one.