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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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[... Huh. There's no serious look of doubt in her expression, just surprise and a hint of curiosity. He seems so young, and yet...]
Are you some kind of inventor?
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[So you know, he's a smart kid who is also very modest.]
Doubtful you've heard of my work, but once the systems I'm working on get off the ground? They'll be a household name and in every household.
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Interesting. So you focus on improving the quality of life for people? [She knows next to nothing about alchemy, but it can't be too different from the sorts of things folks who run apothecaries do, right? That must be a huge help, then.] Once we find a way out of here, I'd love to see some of your work. Perhaps you'd be able to help the people of Arendelle, as well as Corona.
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It's a little mindblowing, for Varian.]
Oh...oh wow, Arendelle? Like...the whole Kingdom? I mean, I'd love to! That'd be great! I just...I hope they'd be receptive to some kid they've never heard of bringing his inventions over, you know...
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[She won't... immediately say "because I'm the queen". She doesn't want to give the poor kid a heart attack right after they first meet.]
Besides, Arendelle has always been receptive to help from our allies. You don't have to be famous; all that matters is your desire to help. If that's what you really want to do, someone will certainly listen to what you have to say, at the very least.
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[Varian has been working semi-closely with Rapunzel to study the mystery of the black rocks, but he wouldn't call what he's doing something that's affecting the wellfare of the people as a whole. At least, not yet. Not until he can figure out what they are, why they're spreading...
It's yet another reason he wishes he was back home.]
I have to ask, though- have you ever been to Corona before? I imagine it's not a really easy trip, considering.
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But she can't keep hiding from that. She thinks of the fun they used to have, the joy at the idea of helping all the people of their kingdom and all their allies...]
Not recently, but... once. Years ago, when my sister and I were still children. Our parents thought we were finally old enough to travel by sea with them, so they took us on a trip to Corona, around the time of the Lantern Festival. [A pause, then she sighs, a little wistfully.] It's a beautiful kingdom. I'd love to visit again someday.
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[But it's remained an annual thing for Rapunzel's birthday since she loved it so much. It holds a lot of important meaning, even if the cause of her disappearance was deeply tragic.]
I think Rapunzel would love to have visitors from another Kingdom. She's really got that wanderlust about her, that's for sure...
[For better or worse.]
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God, those two meeting... that sure would be a thing. Possibly dangerous. In a good way.]
Is that your way of saying that I should take a trip to Corona when we make it out of this mess? Because the idea certainly seems appealing.
[She'd been feeling... restless, these past few weeks, and she's not sure why. Maybe a trip would help clear that fog from her brain.]
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Sure, why not? Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't seen more of that...recently...
[Haha, wait.]
Actually, uh. Maybe you'll wanna take a raincheck on that for a while? Things aren't really all that...great in Corona at the moment.
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What do you mean? Is everyone okay? Does your kingdom need help?
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[He starts, looking off to the side as he remembers it.]
There are these huge spikes- black rocks- that have started popping up all over Corona. Mostly though, they're at my village. If they keep appearing, my home is going to be completely choked out with them...and that's to say nothing of the kingdom itself, if they spread that far.
Nothing seems to be able to break them or stop them. I don't know if it's some kind of magic I'm unfamiliar with, or...what.
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[Hm. Elsa's read all sorts of stories, both of the legends surrounding Arendelle and the more typical fairy tales. She's even heard about some vague things from Corona - something about magic flowers? But rocks like that... none of that rings a bell.]
Could it be some kind of creature doing that? In Arendelle, we have stories about rock trolls... though they themselves are made of rock. I don't think they can control them.
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[Indiscriminately, they spread.]
I've been running tests- experiments, on the rocks. Trying to figure out if there's any way to break them down, or slow their spread if nothing else. If things don't improve, we're going to have to warn the Kingdom at large...which I'm worried might result in an evacuation over anything else.