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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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[There is audible disappointment in her tone. Cassandra misses that sword. She kept a-hold of it for weeks.]
Or if I had anything I went to sleep with.
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[ If only, if only... ]
Not a fan of the nice clean uniforms with nothing in the pockets either?
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[Irritated, not just at the doors but the whole situation, she tugs at her bright pink skirt. Cassandra was by no means a scandalous woman, but her life had been one of tights, trousers and floor-length handmaiden uniforms. And those were annoying enough when she had to wear them.]
As you can see, no, I'm not. I had knives on me, and those are gone too. If I wasn't furious, I'd be almost impressed that someone apparently got an entire suit of armor off me without waking me up.
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[ All of that. Wowser. ]
I didn't have any knives, but my clothes were way cooler than this.
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[She brushes her uniform down as she stands up. Her temper, for the most part, has faded. Now, she's back to thinking.]
Anything would be better than these... I guess you'd call them uniforms?
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[ She frowns. ]
I don't get along perfectly with my parents, but they wouldn't sign me up for something like this.
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[But not by much.]
And I was miles away from my dad. There's no way they could have found us and taken just me without alerting the others.
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[ big yikes! ]
I wasn't with anyone, but... there's a lot of horseshit going on either way.
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[Spoken with the same resigned acceptance of somebody who was very nearly sent off to one herself. After having the looming threat of it hang over her head for the better half of six months, it was simply... exhausting.
Her father being the one to give the go-ahead didn't help. God, she wonders where her dad is. Does he have any idea where she's gone?]
But you could say that again. This school-kidnapping-trap-thing, is getting messier by the minute.
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[ What the fuck! Arresting a woman for having too many blades? In 2018, the year it totally is?? ]
They sure invested a lot in this for something meant to trap a bunch of random strangers.
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[Granted, she knowingly broke a rule stated by the king himself. But!!! The princess is her friend, and the king saw the error of his ways, so that means things are square!! Sometimes things just work out.
She tests the door once more. No budging. Figures.]
There's got to be some kind of explanation. Why would anyone go to the trouble of kidnapping a bunch of random people?
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Maybe we all have something in common? I mean... it sure isn't "super rich family that can pay a crazy amount of ransom money," or I would not be the pick from my neighborhood.