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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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Your husband is an Emperor? [Wow.] I had no idea aliens and penguins had ever met before, let alone that they fell in love.
[Marriage doesn't exist as an institution in the Happy Feet Cinematic Universe but we're going to pretend he gets the gist of it.
He doesn't really get it though...aliens don't even have pretty feathers. And those frontways eyes are kind of scary. But to each their own.]
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[That...it....wut.]
My husband isn't a penguin!
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[Oh no, what is going on???]
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[Speaking slowly, because what is the direction this conversation going towards, what is happening, why are we on penguins.]
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What's a human?
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[A sheepish smile.]
My apologies. A human is...well, you and me!
[She motions to herself, then to Mumble.]
That's what we're called. Humans.
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[Oh. Oh dear.]
I, ah, are you certain of that?
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[Why should't he be????]
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[Gently said, of course.]
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[Nervous laugh.]
Are you okay? Does your head...hurt?
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No, my head doesn't hurt...does yours?
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[A pause.]
Maybe - do you have a fever?
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[But just to humor him, she brings a hand to her head.]
No, I don't.
What about you?
[Maybe this poor man is sick. Why would they bring someone sick here...?]
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[Considering the situation.]
Perfect health. But I’m not the one who’s talking all funny, though.
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[how in the world doe she even]
...my husband is not a penguin!
[nailed it]
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[Just please stop yelling!]
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Very odd.
[By which she means you insistence you're a penguin, but she's not so rude to just outright call you mad! Geez.]
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You're telling me.
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...I'm Elisabeth.
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Well, aside from-
[you thinking you're a penguin]-waking up here, I mean.
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[That's a way to put it.]
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