itscurtains | 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.

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[She's polite enough to mask her skepticism.... for the most part. She does step back a few feet though. If it explodes, she doesn't want it to be on herself.]

By all means.

[Deep breath. She's got this.

She throws with all her might-]

HA-!

[-and it smacks off the window and falls to the floor, pitifully spurting orange soda out of it's top.]

...

Maybe...maybe another one-

[Yet even she looks doubtful.]

[Well... She has to appreciate the effort, at least.]

Now we know.

[She does take another step away from the orange soda fountain, though.]

[rip orange soda]

I...I don't understand. Surely glass isn't that strong, I...how can that have withstood something so heavy!?

Specially designed glass, perhaps? Put in place to deliberately keep us from escaping?

[She shrugs.]

But it's still glass.

[Lord knows how many glass things she and her siblings had broken without even trying, for one!]

There must surely be something which can penetrate it!

It could be any type of glass. Reinforced. Bulletproof. Anything of that vein. Glass, unfortunately, no longer means fragile.

Well, maybe we need a gun...!

[Said so casually at that.]

[She just... blinks.]

Seeing as how we are in a school, I doubt a gun will be easy to come by.

...why wouldn't it, though? It's an integral part of life to know how to use one!

[That sounds so stupid not to have a gun at a school, wow.]

I prefer rapiers, myself. I've never seen a need for a gun.

Rapiers...oh, perhaps, then, if not a gun, then a sword. If we found one, you would be able to use it?

It is possible, yes. [Weight and size depending.] But I can't imagine it would do much against these windows and doors.

Then...we should look for whatever we can find!

[A rueful glance at the poor can thing.]

I don't suppose those odd boxes would give us a weapon if we hit the buttons enough, do you...?

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The... vending machines?

[This poor, fish out of temporal water.] No, those are for food and drinks. We would need to find a costume shop, or something like that.

Vending...? Machines that...vend?

[That sounds...really...]

So it was vending that can right there? Huh. That does explain it. I've never seen one before but...it seems...easy?

[If that is the best word for it.]

Or an armory! An armory would be the best place to find weapons!

And we are back to the fact that something in that vein would be incredibly out of place in a school. The closest we are likely to find is props.

Props...

[a sigh.]

That just makes no sense. I'd have assumed everyone learned how to use weapons in their schooling like I did.

[Is that a little bit of impishness in her expression?]

Well. In a manner of speaking.

Weapons do not have much of a use where I am from. They have not in many decades, in fact.

[At this, she looks at Maya, surprised.]

Truly? They don't?

[This...now she's curious.]

How is that so?

[Also, she starts to walk. If they're going to start looking they may as well...start. While talking. Right?]