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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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[Varian puts a hand to his chin, frowning.]
I'm from Corona, but not the main Kingdom itself. Old Corona, a village just outside of its borders. I can't say I'm familiar with Austria, though...
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[meep?]
I...can't say I've heard of a kingdom of that name. Which...continent is it on?
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[He's smart, but also not the guy you want to ask about geography per-say.]
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I've...never heard of such places, certainly not from my teachers...
[Oh!]
What about France? Do you know that country? Or Britain! Everyone seems to know those countries as well! Or Russia-!
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[While there are probably vauge hints of "Europe" throughout Corona no doubt, it's dubious as to whether or not it's known as that. So...Corona is the general sphere of Varian's knowledge, unfortunately.]
Even if those countries exist where I'm from, I just haven't been that from from where I live.
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It's odd we don't know each other's countries!
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[He gestures with a hand before holding his elbow up with it, looking aside thoughtfully.]
Not just from different places...it's like we're from whole different worlds, but that's just a theory. I don't have any actual basis for that, and I can't say I know how that would even be possible. Magic, maybe, but even that's hard to believe.
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[Neptune. Maybe they're on the new planet.
Mind. Is. Blown. Woah. This could be amazing.
Hang, on, she needs a moment.]
Wow...could it be...?
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[And explain a lot of why people have such weird ideas about who they are, where they're from, or...a lot of other things, really.]
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[Her eyes light up at this, and most of the fear in her expression seems to melt away, a little.]
Imagine us being on...on Venus! Or Mercury! Or even...a planet we don't know about yet, beyond the sun...!
[A surprisingly girlish giggle from the old woman.]
No one would believe me if I went home right now and told them, I was kidnapped! But I went to another planet, and had an adventure...! And I got home safe. Alive.
[That last word...it's important. Of course. She had to live, after all. She'd almost died and she can't die again so soon!]
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Oh, no.]
I, uh...I really hope that's the case. But we're not going to know for sure unless we investigate this place and ask questions. And if whoever brought us here shows themselves, well...all the better.
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[She swallows, clenching a first to her chest.]
I'm certain there's a reason for all this, and it's just harmless, if...extreme! We just have to find it and...make our way out!
Either way, I don't want to keep my husband waiting too long. He must be worried sick...!
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[He's at least in his lab SOMEWHERE.]
Try not to worry too much, ma'am. If I can find any way out, or any information about what's going on here, I'll make sure to let you know okay?
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Oh, I agree, my husband must be so worried. I can be he's sending his army out to find me!
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[And she might be blushing a bit.]
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[And he's not been giving her the proper respect that is deserved due royalty oh nO]
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And before I married...well, I was just a plain old duchess. Well, the daughter of a duke and a princess. But it's kind of the same thing!
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[Don't mind Varian as he just...very quickly bows at the waist, because he would have done so WAY sooner had he known.]
Whoever brought us here must be pretty confident to kidnap royalty, that's all I got to say....
[And he doesn't even know that Elsa is a straight up Queen yet.]
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[She purses her lips.]
I bet my husband is looking for me right now.
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I'm, uh...guessing you don't remember how you got here either then, huh?
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[And totally didn't get any unexpected visitors during the reception, no sirree]
...and then I woke up here. Wearing this.
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[He's too young for that.]
The last thing I remember is attending a science exposition. It didn't exactly go off without a hitch, but nothing happened that screamed "oh by the way you're going to be kidnapped when you wake up tomorrow!"
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[She begins to wring her hands.]
I...I at least can think of reasons why I might be abducted, but...why you? Unless they thought you might also be of use somehow to...whatever they're thinking.
[Their mysterious, nebulous abductors.]
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[Varian sighs, shaking his head a little.]
I guess the best thing I can come up with is the fact that I invent things? I'm good at taking stuff apart and putting it back together, or making something new from nothing.