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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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No. [ And then, realizing that she should probably like... actually say more than that. ] It's not... my apartment.
[ A pause. Now that she's gotten talking, she's finding it easier to keep going. ]
...Sorry. I wasn't trying to worry anyone... I just thought it would be better to wait till everyone else left...
[ Because you know. She doesn't know anyone and this is scary. And Janis just said fuck. ]
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No, no, it's okay. I just...didn't want you wake up and wonder if there was anyone else here. [ Come on. She can do this. ] ...I'm Peregrine. What's your name?
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She looks down at her hands. ]
Tennoji Rina. [ ...wait. No one else in this room is Japanese besides her so-- ] Um... just Rina, I mean.
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so if this is the top bunk one like wow. She tries for an encouraging smile but those have been a little hard for her lately. ]Rina. Okay… Well, Rina, I’m gonna try and get us out of here as soon as I can…but until then, if… If you need something, just ask me for help, alright?
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She nods. ]
Okay... thank you, Peregrine-san.
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If something happens,
Come and find me,
Come and find me,
I’ll help get you through.
There is no need,
To remind me,
You come and find me,
I’ll know what to do.
Come and find me,
I’m looking out for you.
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...A part of her wants to sing back. But she doesn't have that in her yet. Neither the words to do so or the courage to. But for a moment her mouth twitches just slightly upwards.
She nods again, making another soft sound in her throat. ]
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So, Peregrine just places a hand on Rina's shoulder, giving it a supportive squeeze. This kind of reminds her of Jacob, too. ]
We'll get through this together. Alright?