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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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Fizzy, huh...I wonder what makes it keep the pressure? And why you'd even bother, now that I think about it...
[Also, he'll take one for the team and try it after he says that before he can potentially be stopped, because she can't tell him it's "fizzy" without him wanting to try that for himself.]
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It's carbonated-- [ wait she should explain that too shouldn't she ] meaning it has little air bubbles in it. If you don't seal it fast enough then it becomes "flat". All the bubbles go away.
The bubbles are what make it fizzy. It's... [ tasty? is that how you'd describe it? ] fun.
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[He can see where the fun comes in. It's like...it doesn't really benefit the taste at all? But it's a pleasant, if weird, sensation.]
You know, I bet you I could recreate this. It can't be that hard.
Oh- did you want to try some? Sorry, I kindof just...took it from you, heh.
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No, you can have it. I can just get another.
[ ...he mentioned trying to recreate a vending machine too... hmm. ]
...Do you like inventing?
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[Varian puts the cap back on the bottle for the time being, mostly so he can bow slightly to Rina with a flourish. There's no reason for it other than to introduce himself dramatically.]
Varian, Alchemist, Inventor, Scientist extraordinare at your service! Inventing is kinda what I do.
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...It occurs to her maybe a moment too late that her silence in combination with her unchanging face might be rude or off putting and so she stops trying to connect the dots and tries to find something to say. ]
...I like it too. Inventing, I mean.
[ or at least she can kiiiiiinda call what she does that? it's more building and programming but... she's not sure if he would understand those words without more explanation if she said them now. ]
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[That's a new one. Varian has never met anyone his age who really cares, or doesn't find the things he does weird and destructive.]
That's great! What kind of stuff have you made?
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It’s mostly a lot of programming and building but... stuff that unlocks our apartment door with a single button. Parts of a haunted house for my uncle...
[ think think... she feels like she’s forgetting something...? ]
...And my robot cat, Alan.
[ That wasn’t the thing she was trying to remember but it’ll do for now. ]
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Wait- you built your own automaton?! Or, well...a cat shaped one, anyway.
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Mmhm. Our condo doesn’t allow pets so I just built one.
You can control her with a remote but she has some of her own programming too.
[ And there’s the tiniest upwards twitch of her mouth, nearly imperceptible if you’re not looking for it. ]
My Alan is the cutest, cleverest kitty in the whole world!
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[You can already tell just by looking at him that the gears are starting to turn, as if he's going to immediately go making blueprints for a hypothetical one as soon as he gets his hands on some paper.]
I wish I could see Alan! Honestly, it sounds way more complex than anything I've built so far...
[...Varian blinks, realizing something in his excited rambling.]
Oh! I don't think I got your name...?
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Ah-- it's Rina. Rina Tennoji.
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[Varian says that with a grin that rivals her...almost near complete lack of one, or any expression really, as he offers her his hand.]
I don't have any of my old tools or anything, but just from looking around a little I think this place has some stuff I might be able to work with to toss together some things to help us out here...maybe I can get you to help me sometime?
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It's not like Rina has no friends: she has Ai. But Ai made friends with her first, not the other way around, and it's been difficult to even so much as talk to her classmates, much less express her interests to them. But here she is, already making another friend with the same kind of interests...
She stares at the hand for a moment before carefully reaching out to shake it, half expecting it to disappear as soon as she does. ]
Mm. I would like that.
[ Ai would be so proud of her right now. ]
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Getting to meet someone like Rina is a rarity. It's nice.
Varian lets her hand go after they've greeted each other, his smile still present as he looks to the vending machine with his hands on his hips.]
I bet this isn't the only device here that I haven't seen before. Don't mind me if I end up having a lot of questions.