once more with feeling [act 3]

[stagemanagers]

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.

Comments

[violentenvies]

I live alone as well. This is very unexpected. As for where we are... [he frowns, again]

I believe that is a mystery we will have to solve. [First things first--he's going to walk over to the window to see what there is to see. A bright sunny day, grass, sidewalks...but nothing recognizable]

...it seems that the outside is just as unfamiliar as the inside.

Hey Mods

[mayavericks]

[Maya peers out of the window as best as she can from her vantage point. It's certainly not Seisho.

She shifts over to the trunk and begins shuffling through it until --]

"Gershwin High School Academy University." It's... quite the name. And certainly not a school I've ever heard of. [Since she's here and investigating, what is the mascot, anyway?]

[stagemanagers]

[Ask and ye shall recieve, Maya-

The mascot is this fun-looking little guy!]

[mayavericks]

[She makes a face and puts the yearbook away.]

They have a terrible art department, it would seem.

[alchemistake]

[...]

Is that a gopher?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is going to take a glance at his own Yearbook after that comment--and wrinkles his nose]

...whatever it is, it's hideous.

[mayavericks]

It's... Certainly something. But at least we know where we are. [She makes a face] Sort of?

[alchemistake]

In some sense of the word, I guess...we have a name for the building, just nothing about the actual place.

[No way to leave...no way to really know.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri has started flipping through the Yearbook and pauses, reading...before his expression sours, and he snaps it closed]

Well. If these yearbooks are anything to go by, this is certainly some kind of farce.

[mayavericks]

[That gets her attention. She reaches for her own yearbook again, flipping until she finds her own photo.]

"Most Likely to Take A Swan Dive..." [She presses her lips into a thin line, before she, too, snaps the book closed.]

They know more than they should, that much is certain.

[alchemistake]

...What?

[Said while looking at his own Yearbook. Yeah, he's seen his too and...seems like nobody here is happy about this.]

So we're dealing with stalkers, not just kidnappers. Do I have that right?

[violentenvies]

So it seems. Or at least someone who knows enough to make pithy assumptions. [there's a sneer of disgust on his face, brief, before Salieri is folding his arms over his chest]

I suppose whomever wrote these would be the one with more of an explanation for our situation.

[mayavericks]

At least that gives us an objective. We find who decided to play these games, and we confront them.

[alchemistake]

Easier said than done...but I guess there's not much else we can do, at this point.

[Varian glances towards the door, unaware that even when they try to leave...well, they won't be going anywhere fast.]

Do you think we should split up?

[violentenvies]

[As much as Salieri is wary of going off alone, even though he's just met these people...]

...I suppose we might cover more ground that way. Perhaps we could agree to meet back here after a certain amount of time and share what we've discovered?

[that seems like the most logical path, right??]

[mayavericks]

Later this afternoon, then. [She picks up the yearbook one last time. It has blank pages, after all. Perfect place to write!]

Be wary. We do not know what sort of dangers this place holds.

[alchemistake]

Good idea. I'll let you guys know if I find out anything.

[There won't be much, save for the discovery of the Assistant Director once she presents herself...as well as the fact that there's no escape.]

[violentenvies]

Indeed. Hopefully we'll be able to put together enough information to understand why this has happened. [he'll also retrieve his yearbook, as displeased as he is with it.]