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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2021-05-30 12:40 am
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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.
mayavericks: (Going Higher)

[personal profile] mayavericks 2021-05-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Was that supposed to be funny? She just blinks at him, unamused.]

Tendo Maya. Second year student at Seisho Music Academy.
yourattention: (if i stop smoking pot)

[personal profile] yourattention 2021-05-30 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
....... So you're an exchange student? Weird, I don't remember a music academy in our sister schools.

[??? Wait. He looks down at the uniform he's wearing. Uh. That's not. That's not Hanover's uniform? Hang on now.]
mayavericks: (If You Have the Resolve)

[personal profile] mayavericks 2021-05-30 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sister school? [She can't recall having any affiliation with a... at least seemingly American school.]

I can assure you that I haven't signed up for any exchange programs, however.
yourattention: (all you need is)

[personal profile] yourattention 2021-05-30 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. If I'm not phone and you're not phone, then who is phone?

[Memes are his only solace right now, Maya. Please forgive him.]
mayavericks: (I Have No Need)

[personal profile] mayavericks 2021-05-30 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[Did she break him? Is it time to get the lamp aga--

You know what, now seems like a great time for a distraction]