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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.
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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Orpheus, huh. Like the myth... Well, it's interesting. But she's not one to judge, her folks named her Peregrine, after all. ] Peregrine. Peregrine Wells. It's...yeah, sure. Same, I guess.
[ Doesn't mean she's gonna be as polite as he is, poor Orpheus. Once introductions are out of the way, she starts looking around, going for the windows first. ]
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Hey, [ he says, speaking up a little to be heard from across the room but still trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake the others. ] This chest has your name on it?
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[ She spins around, having found nothing useful at the window, just a bunch of stupid brick and grass. No way to see the trees, try and get an idea of where they are based on the landscape... Not important, here's a lead. ]
...It does. [ Her tone of surprise implies she really has no idea where it came from. She opens it, only to find just a yearbook and two extra uniforms. ] Okay...? Again, none of my stuff.
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What's that book? [ he asks, looking over her shoulder (from a polite distance). It doesn't look quite like any he's ever seen. A journal of some kind, maybe? ]
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"Gershwin High School...Academy...University" ... What? [ She wrinkles her nose at both the name and the funky looking mascot. Thanks, she hates it. ] It's a yearbook. I think.
[ She flips it open to a random spot to find a lot of blank pages. When she goes back to the front, however... ]
...What the hell?
[ What's all this info? ]
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It looks like there's a lot more of us here than just in this room? [ he says, trying to get a good look at the photos in the gloom and without crowding Peregrine too much. He can't quite make out the text from here, but- ] I don't remember my photograph being taken? And they've all been colorized, too.
[ He sounds both confused and impressed - this must've been a really expensive book to print. ]
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Hopefully he doesn't want to get too much more of a look? Because the moment her eyes pass across the information written down for her, Peregrine snaps the book closed in anger. ] What in the— [ She lowers her voice; some of the others are still sleeping. ] What...is the meaning of all this?
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[ That's kind of worrisome. Why go to all the trouble of printing a book of people's photographs and then having someone colorize them by hand, judging by the quality of the color, then get things as basic and someone's age wrong? Orpheus frowns, worrying his lip, and glances around. ]
I don't think there's much else to see in here. Do you want to try going outside?
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I'd like to see if we could get outside. [ At least then she can put her training to good use. ]
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It's worth trying. [ he says, and heads over to the door, which swings open easily. So that's one room they're not locked into, at least! Orpheus blinks a little, eyes adjusting to the brightness of the hallway, and steps outside. ]
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It's just...a hallway. [ Like she was expecting something different. She starts looking for a door to outside. ]
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[ There's absolutely zero backsass to the question - Orpheus is genuinely curious. He looks at the door they came from, then at the others lining the hall. Thinking for a moment, he walks over to one and opens it just a sliver, enough to peek inside, before closing it again. ]
There's more people sleeping in there. It looks the same as where we woke up.
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[ She shuffles over, to try and get a look too. ]
...How many people are even here?!
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It looks like about the same number of beds in every room?
[ And he goes to check the fourth door. Yep! Same there, too. ]
That's around twenty people? I wonder what we're all here for.
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...Nothing good, that's for sure.
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[ Orpheus's frown grows deeper, and he fidgets with the collar of his shirt anxiously. ]
Maybe if we look around the rest of the building, we'll find something. Someone who can tell us where this is. Besides, um. Being a school.
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Oh. Do you think this is a music school?
[ That would be - well, no, it's still bad that he's been kidnapped and he should be worried about all of this, he knows that, but he does sound a little intrigued underneath the wariness. ]
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...No. 'Cause if it were just a music school, those rooms'd be more carefully labeled, right? Like, Choir Room A or Brass Room instead of Band Room.
[ She pushes open the Band Room door, to confirm. Bunches of instruments, of all varieties. ]
See?
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They do have a lot of instruments, though. They must be well-funded.
oh rip my html
Could be. ...Kinda figured whoever was doing this'd have a lot of resources to begin with. Considering...I don't remember how I could've gotten here.
html is hard party all night
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