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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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... Of course unless you consider public school to be a prison.
[Which...]
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[Public school...]
Lemme ask you something. How do you think we got here, exactly? Because...something tells me we weren't just invited, you know?
[Varian's never been to school so he can't really comment on that, but...he's pretty sure this is a captive space. He wouldn't call it a prison exactly, but...]
At least, I don't remember even getting here to begin with.
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[His face pales slightly as a thought enters his mind.]
... Unless...
[He shakes the thought out and laughs a very distinctive laugh.]
Nah, I'm sure we're not here for anything bad!
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[But, then again.]
Guess I can't blame you too much on that this time. But still. Magic can do a lot, even I'll admit that...but it has its limits.
[He wishes he could be as optimistic, but it's hard. It's good to be practical, but it's also making it difficult to do anything but worry.]
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[Hm... but a scientific explanation.]
... I hate to say it, but maybe this is Plankton's doing? But I can't imagine why he'd wanna kidnap a lotta random fish along with me.
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Plankton...? Random fish?
What are you talking about?
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You know! Plankton's not really the kind of guy to kidnap random fish!
Unless he wants to force us all to eat from the Chum Bucket. Didn't think of that until now.
[Oof now he's really wondering if that's what happened now.]
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[Like, he said a lot of words? In an order? And they mean something, he's pretty sure, but...]
Whoever Plankton is, if you think he's involved...where is he?
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I think he'll show himself soon. I'm sure he wouldn't just be hiding from us if he wanted the Krabby Patty secret formula!
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A secret formula?
[That...as much as that doesn't seem to really connect to anything, Varian has to admit he's curious. Mostly because he assumes it's a chemical thing, not...an actual recipe for food.]
So this formula must be really important if he'd go to these kinds of lengths to steal it. Is it dangerous? A weapon?
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[I'm so sorry Varian.]
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[He has to remember to close his own mouth after that because, dear lord give him strength.]
This guy would kidnap people...for a sandwich recipe?
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[Yeah he's a little bitter about that.]
I try my hardest to be nice to him but it's almost like he'd rather be a bully than anything else.
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But that does beg the question.]
So...shouldn't this guy be, like. In jail?
[Maybe being small makes him a good escape artist-]
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[That is probably the only reason why he hasn't been arrested, in all honesty.]
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Wait, how...small is this guy again? I thought he was just, you know...
[Varian gestures somewhere near-ish to his own height.]
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[He starts gesture with his hand to show how tall he is, changes his mind after he has to start bending. Instead he pinches his fingers together, about an inch apart.]
About that tiny.
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[Considering literally everything ELSE he's had to believe so far. It makes about as much sense as anything else.]
Well...I'll try to keep an eye out for this Plankton guy, but it sounds like that might be harder than it looks.
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Besides, I still have a hard time seeing how kidnapping a bunch of random people will get him closer to his goal, especially if he would only need me.
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Why's that?
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... Actually I'm not sure if Plankton kidnapping me would make Mr. Krabs wanna pay the ransom.
[It's fine.]
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Aw, I'm sure that isn't true...he'd probably at least try, right?
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[Please be a joke.]
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He... apologized right after but it still wasn't nice of him.
[He pauses for a moment, but he quickly perks up.]
But he's a great boss otherwise! I love working for him!
[Smile smile]
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