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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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I haven't been there yet... maybe there's one.
[ ...wait. They're forgetting something important. ]
...But is the food itself... safe?
[ Even if the machine's okay, what if it's poisoned!! OR WORSE... STALE. ]
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[Of course, anyone could have opened it, poisoned it, and then resealed it.]
Considering everything else we have seen, I... Find it hard to believe that they would poison us, if they wanted us to participate in this "game."
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That makes sense.
[ She nods to herself. ]
And if they wanted to hurt us... they would have already.
[ When put like that she feels a bit silly for being so unsure about it but hey, who can blame her? ]
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[So, she turns back to the machine.]
Should we just press it, then? Or would you rather I grab something?
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If the food is safe... then the machine is also safe. Right?
[ If we follow the "if they wanted to hurt us they would have already" logic, at least. ]
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[She steps toward the machine. Since the girl seems a little timid, Maya will take the lead.]
What would you like to eat, then?
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[ She steps forward with Maya to get a better look at what's actually available. She doesn't recognize these brands... none of it really looks breakfast appropriate either but. Hungry. ]
...Chips, I think. [ a beat ] Please.
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Thankfully, it doesn't. She twists and hands the chips over with a small smile.]
Perfectly safe, then.
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Thank you.
[ And then looks back up at Maya. She seems to be a very dependable person and not as intimidating as she originally thought... plus, it'd be rude if she didn't at least introduce herself at this point, right? ]
...I'm Tennoji Rina. Nice to meet you.
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It's nice to meet you as well. I assume you are just as out of place as the rest of us?
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[ With how many non-Japanese people there are she's ruled out still being Japan... which is pretty alarming in its own right. ]
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Have you heard of Seisho Music Academy?
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Mm, I have. On the internet, mostly. It's more specialized than my school.
Is that where you're from?
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I am. It is my second year there -- I'm part of the 99th class.
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...Not that that like. Shows at all though. ]
A year older than me.
So you like it then? Music?
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[She's been dealing with men and adults all morning. This is a nice reprieve.]
Music and acting are all I have ever known. [Maya's own smile is fond.] I have always wanted to be a star. And now I am closer than ever.
[And then her expression shutters.]
Or, I was. This... certainly puts a damper on things.
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[ It's not her fault they're here but. She still feels like she should say something. ]
Is it fun? Music and acting.
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[She tilts her head just slightly. When she speaks, there's a firmness in her voice.]
I doubt you are the reason I am here. Therefore, there is no reason for you to be the one to apologize.
But -- [Her voice lightens.] Yes. Music and acting are exhilarating. Learning to express myself in new ways for each character is a welcome challenge.