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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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He offers up a lopsided little smile to the younger man.]
We should hope so. If not, my Lucy will have my head for disappearing from our honeymoon.
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We can look for her together, and maybe we'll find Eurydice, too. I'm Orpheus, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
[ He holds his hand out for a handshake. ]
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Orpheus, hm? [Something about the names sparks memory in the back of his mind, but he can't recall what the story was about.] Barker. Benjamin Barker.
[He takes the offered hand in a firm, cool handshake.]
Tell me more about your wife. How long have you been married?
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She's... incredible. She's clever, and practical, and smart, and before we met she traveled all around the country. And she's beautiful.
[ He closes his eyes, sighing wistfully, and begins to sing. ]
Black is the color
of my true love's hair
her eyes are dark
as cool night air
she has the sweetest smile
and work-rough hands
with feathers fixed
in her raven strands
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Sounds like you've made a good match. A one of a kind love, that is.
Will you go traveling together, eventually?
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[ He's traveled around a bit with Mister Hermes and the crew of the Argo, but other than that he's spent pretty much his whole life in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It would be nice to see more. ]
Tell me about your wife, though. Lucy, right? What's she like?
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My Lucy? Why, there's nothing in the world like her. Her hair is as gold as wheat, skin as pale and soft as fresh cream. And her voice is pretty as a songbird.
But of course she's not just a beauty, she's virtuous, and kind. A gentle, unassuming soul, as ever there was one. She loves animals of all kinds, but especially birds. A little sparrow hopped right onto her hand, once, for a bit of crumbled biscuit.
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She sounds wonderful. Birds are usually really good judges of character, too. [ Says the boy who can essentially summon them to his side by singing sweetly enough, but who's counting? ] I hope you can get back to her soon, either by finding her here or getting back home.
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[He reaches out and claps Orpheus on the shoulder.]
We'll see each other around, I wouldn't wonder.
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[ And with that, he wanders off in search of his wife. ]