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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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Oh no, no, no, that won't do. [Step. Right in front of you, sir.] If my creation simply isn't good enough for you, well. I'll just have to make something better.
Allow me.
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Perhaps another time.
[TRYING TO MOVE AROUND DISCORD'S OTHER SIDE NOW]
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It's getting pretty clear that he is not getting more tea this way and...to be honest, he's not much of a fighter. Not physically, anyway.
He takes a step back, straightening himself up a little]
And yet, I believe I am going to have to allow this opportunity to pass me by.
[he sniffs, turning to go back to the other table where he was sat earlier and his yearbook still rests]
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Before Salieri can actually even get to that table, Discord just, makes his way there. Surprisingly quickly. Leaning on the table and leafing through Salieri's yearbook.]
Oh, yes, of course. Some tea and light reading, then, was it?
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how did he get there that quickly?????
Salieri stops dead(ha) a foot or so from the chair he was occupying. Why is this happening.
He sucks in a breath through his nose, and squares his shoulders]
It was, yes. [aaaaand now he's going to try and take that step forward and retrieve his yearbook. There's not much in there to read and he's already read it at least a dozen times, but it is the principle of the thing.] However, I believe I'm finished with that activity, for now.
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[He makes a real show of flipping pages, as if he wasn't already at Salieri's profile.]
Ooh, yes. Oh,, to be called forgettable right there on paper! Tragic, really.
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oh that is it.
Salieri scowls, reaching out to try and snatch that yearbook from his hands]
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His. Book. Now.]
Best Example of a Narrative Foil! Not even the main character of your own life, I mean, harsh, but. I can certainly see it.
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See, this is probably why. This hasn't worked the past few times you've done it, yet here we are.
Predictable and forgettable. We'll fill up our sad, sad little bingo card quick!
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But...no. Even in this situation, he will not stoop to such things. It isn't as though he hasn't endured such a challenge of words and insults before. Though they've never been quite so direct.
Salieri sucks in a breath, straightening. This gentleman must've been in the book as well, so...after half a moment to study him, it comes to mind.]
Pithy words and false predictions. [he sniffs a bit] Though I suppose someone titled "The Best at Being the Worst" would latch on to such things. It requires little cleverness or thought to take another's words.
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[He's
not insulted at all.]
And it seems to be working wonders. So riled up over just "pithy words".
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I would not consider being the worst at anything a compliment, but I suppose it takes all types. Good day.
[and with that, he's going to turn and try to leave the cafeteria and Discord behind]
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He will just throw the book after him.]
Don't forget your book!
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in fact, it smacks Salieri right in the middle of his back, causing him to stumble slightly--at which point he's stopping, stock still in the middle of the cafeteria. For a moment, he simply stands there, hands clenching into fists, feeling like he's about to start screaming--]
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and another
and Salieri slowly lets out a breath, and turns around, stooping to retrieve his book without even bothering to look at Discord lest he do something INCREDIBLY stupid and childish, like throw it back, and then walks out of the cafeteria with incredibly measured steps]
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[And this little shit just waves goodbye.]