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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 can assure you with the utmost certainty that this strange place isn't anywhere within Arendelle. [Is it even in the same continent...?] We would never just... kidnap people like this.
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I'd hope not. Especially if you're only kidnapping the princess's Lady-in-waiting.
[What would the point be? Sure, she's the daughter of the captain of the guard, but she was traveling with the princess. Who would go for her if not Rapunzel herself, or even Rapunzel's boyfriend? And for what reason?]
Well, I wasn't anywhere near Corona, either. So, I'm sorry, your majesty. It looks more and more like we're in uncharted territory.
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[Elsa never had a lady-in-waiting. When she was a child, before her fears and anxieties truly began taking over, she had thought it might be nice to have one, if she couldn't spend time with Anna anymore. But of course, that conflicted with her father's plan to keep her contact with others limited as much as possible, so she never got the companion she wanted. But she still knew how important they were, both as assistants and companions to royals, so she looks rather impressed at this little tidbit of information.]
Wow. You must be a fairly accomplished woman, to be accepted as the lady-in-waiting of the Lost Princess.
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[Day in, day out. Cassandra dealt with people who had no idea just how much she did for them as a lady-in-waiting. Random people on the street who saw her as little more than a glorified scullery maid, unaware of the magnitude of work she had to accomplish not just for her princess, but the castle itself. It takes a special sort of woman to work several shifts in linens before rushing out with the princess because she has a destiny that lies in a far-off land.
So, this is the recognition she rarely sees... It's nice! Cassandra's face might just be glowing a bit.]
It's a lot of work, and it may not be the thing I really want to do with my life... but I've got it all under control.
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She's glad, then, that she was able to make Cassandra feel good about this.]
Oh? And what is it that you really want to do?
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Oh, it's nothing much. [Her bright eyes betray her.] I'd like to be a member of the royal guard someday, like my dad. I've worked harder than anyone else for it.
[A cough.] But, uh, maybe we can talk more once we're out of this place?
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[She seems rather... impressed? Yeah. That's certainly an impressed look on the young woman's face. So unlike the condescendingly amused smiles or rolls of the eyes that Cass is used to there.]
Impressive. I bet someone with skills like yours would be a great ally to have, as we figure out how to get out of this unfortunate situation.
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Well... I'll do my best to handle the task, then! And serve with the same level of skill and dignity as the best Corona has to offer.
[Stan and Pete are not the best they have.]
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Well! I have to say, then, that I feel much safer already. I'm sure we'll all get out of here unharmed, with someone so dedicated on our side.
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She swallows a lump down, coughing all the while.]
O-of course! Don't worry, I'm not about to let anything happen to Arendelle's queen. Not on my watch.