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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.
Lobby
That... really isn't good, is it?]
Maybe they're frozen! If only we had a fire here to thaw it out.
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No, they're not frozen. They'd be cold if they were, wouldn't they?
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I was just thinking about the last time I was locked in some place the door was locked because it was frozen.
... Although now that I'm thinking about it it was also snowing in the treedome...
[... Perhaps not the most comprehensible clarification.]
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...Well, uh, do you want to help me try and get this door open? I'm pretty sure we're not in a "treedome".
[She dusts herself off. Looks like she's willing to give this ramming thing another try.]
Maybe it'll open if we both hit it.
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Sure! Teamwork makes the dream work after all!
[He raises his fists, eager to punch it with a boyish excitement.
Do you trust this.]
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Uh, totally. Working together might force the door open. It's a slim chance, but it's a chance.
[Rapunzel would say something like that. Maybe she's just outside...]
Okay. [time for business. She gets into position.] On the count of three, we rush the doors. Got it?
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[He copies Cass's movements and readies himself.]
Alright, one... two...
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[Another rallying cry in her throat, Cassandra rushes the doors! Her shoulder set, her gaze forward....
The doors are unreceptive to Cassandra's passion though. And this time, it's an even sorer collision. One that bounces Cassandra to the floor once again.]
...This isn't working.
[Ouch.]
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Ow.
[He sits up and looks over at Cass.]
Maybe we should ask the principal here if they can unlock the door for us?
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...Principal?
[She's sitting up- Oh. Ouch. Mhm, there's gonna be bruises tomorrow.]
I don't really like the idea of meeting whoever's running this place.
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Aww, but how will we find out why we're here if we don't meet the principal? Besides, I'm sure we'll have to run into them sooner or later, right?