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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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Okay, these are also not her clothes! Jesus, she looks like a prep school kid from the suburbs. Okay, alright, this is normal. What did the stranger danger assembly people say about this shit? She's already at a second location, might as well try to get some info and flip through this yearbook thing.
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And that's when Rodgers Dorm gets treated to: ]
Oh, fuck this!
[ And that about sets the tone of it! Once she gets to know her dormmates, Janis heads out into the school and wanders around, eventually settling on. You know. That framed information. ]
This kidnapping brought to you by Dangan Ronpa, I guess, Jesus.
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However, the others in the room do not offer the peace and quiet conductive to sleeping, and he awakes to a room of strangers in uniforms.]
What army are you? [Clearly, they are no revolutionaries of his land, nor are they dressed as members of an undead force.]
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She swipes the lamp off the table, holding it like a weapon. She reaches out to one of the men sleeping in the bed and. Nudges them.]
Wake up. Now. I want to know why you brought me here.
[Once all the kerfuffle has died down in the dorm, Maya finds herself backing into the hallway. Despite her earlier behavior, she's at least managed to compose herself enough to not look entirely out of place. It's clear that at least her dorm has no idea what's going on, which... ultimately means that someone needs to take charge.]
You. What is your name. When did you come here?
[That take charge doesn't fade the longer the day wears on without answers. Maya eventually drags a chair out of the cafeteria and sets it up in the hall beside the restrooms. She has one of the yearbooks in her hands -- when someone isn't around (or at least when she doesn't notice them), she seems to be writing frantic notes about her surroundings. When someone is, however --]
Your name. What is it?
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The costume's another matter. Standing up, he picks quietly at the lapels of his white blazer, running his thumb over the purple piping.]
Seems a little fancy...
[He's clearly talking to himself. Indeed, though he casts his dormmates a few glances, he doesn't seem inclined to initiate any conversation there.
After that, he exits out into the halls to walk around a little. He seems notably less distressed than most other people; if anything, he's curious, poking his head into rooms and cataloging what and who is around. He stops to read the rules, though he doesn't seem to have found his own copy of the yearbook. But he doesn't have much to say until he reaches the lobby, tries the doors, and finds them locked. The Balladeer looks up at the ceiling and stage-whispers:]
Player? Are you there?
[But she isn't.
This isn't his show, or hers. He shouldn't be here at all; he can't shake the awful feeling that he's going to screw this production up for someone. But this is also pretty clearly the introduction. He won't be able to even try doing anything about it until the next scene. He spends a moment or two trying to go there directly - you might see him walking in and out of rooms like he's trying to trigger some kind of motion detector or something weird like that - but that doesn't work either. He's just gonna have to let it play out.
There's no sense kicking up a fuss. If anything, that's more likely to be disruptive. So instead, the Balladeer takes himself off to the band room. You can find him there for most of the hour, methodically tending to and tuning the instruments. He's started with the guitars available, but you might also see him move on to the other strings. Looks like he knows a lot about this stuff. Should anyone enter, he looks up like he's...not really sure if he should say anything. Give him a cue, please?]
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And being eager to start the day is what he does best! He decides to bolt up to welcome the morning with open arms like he does every day.]
Gooood morni-!
[Oh.
This isn't his pineapple home.
He barely takes note of his new outfit as he hops out of bed and gets a better look at the place. It's been awhile since he's been in school but he definately remembers the general look of a classroom.]
I hope they aren't making me repeat senior year or anything...
[He then notices that there are other people sleeping in their own beds... provided that they weren't already woken up by him loudly shouting good morning.
Being the considerate (but also deeply confused) sponge that he is, he pokes anyone still asleep in the Rogers Room to gently wake them up.]
Hey, are we roommates? Follow up question where are we?
[Eventually, he makes his way to the cafeteria and eventually the information post. He is perhaps not as immediately worried as most other people will be but he does notice how that there is something weird about these rules.]
... Weird that they need to state that you get expelled if you kill someone, but I guess that's fair!
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Wait if they have to escape detection how will they be able to punish them.
[Well... he's getting it, I guess.]
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[It's funny. When you work all hours of the night on projects like Varian does, it's more commonplace to wake up in someplace that isn't his own bed. It's just...you know. Usually still in his actual lab, sitting up at a desk face down in something he was tinkering with. Waking up in bed is a welcome rarity, then, except...this sure isn't his bed.
And this sure isn't his room.
Unfortunately for the other members of Broadhurst, Varian can be...a little jumpy. He's not one to accept oddities with quiet confusion, even if it seems like he should be dreaming right now. So no...what ends up happening is he startles awake, and because he has no actual spacial awareness yet for where he is or how large this bed is, he's going to slip right off the edge with a startled sound.
Even MORE unfortunately, Varian was near the ceiling when he woke up. The good news is he doesn't fall and break his neck because that wouldn't be fun, but that doesn't mean it feels good to roll out of bed and not immediately find the floor with an embarrassing but easily taken thud. He's fine, he's tough and actually caught himself partway so he doesn't like land in a way that could really hurt him but still fucking ow.
Probably because he didn't land on the floor. He landed on the bottom bed...and also the person in said bed.
There's no doubt going to be hella commotion in a minute here.]
B) Yearbook
[Varian will get to the rules- oh don't worry, he'll get to them- but right now it's this whole...yearbook thing that really has him bothered. All of the pictures of people, including himself, along with information that nobody should rightfully know. It's something that sort of goes a few steps beyond a simple kidnapping.
The quote under his name...makes no sense. The mention of the Flynn shrine is creepy, but the title...]
Oh, that's real funny. Real nice.
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Assuming she's still in her room at Delta Nu, she sits up, rubbing her head. Huh, she expected to have more of a hangover than this.]
Guys, come on, I'm really not--WOAH! [Okay, so not in her room. Not only that, but she doesn't recognize anyone else in this room.] Um, who are you?
[After introductions, Elle heads out to do a little snooping. Eventually she finds herself in the band room, poking at the instruments. She seems to be so lost in thought it's unlikely she will notice if someone else enters unless they say something.]
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A full suit? No- a uniform. But he hadn't worn a uniform since he was in grammar school, a full dog's age ago, now. And yet... despite all of the small, unrecognizable differences, the shape of a classroom is one that a boy still remembers, even well inside the man.]
Excuse me- [His voice is hoarse, which surprises him, but he clears his throat and recovers.] Can you tell me where we are? I'm not supposed to be here; my wife will be worried sick, I'm afraid.
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Okay, Per. This isn't quite what you trained for, but first step: Take in your surroundings. There's several other people, each in various states of wakefulness. She takes a few moments to study each of them, recognizing no one and attempting to move on. Howl taught her how to survive in the wilderness, not the concrete jungle.
After that, she goes right for the windows, ripping back the curtains, so she can survey the—
Red brick wall and grass. ]
Okaaaay, well. Fine.
[ Looks like she's going to have to do her surveying elsewhere! Peregrine stomps through the halls, pulling the curtains of every single window she passes. One of them has to open, right? One of them has to have some clues as to what's going on.
None of them do. Each leaves her more disgruntled, upon seeing a bright, sunny day and concrete sidewalks.
At last she comes to the lobby and she makes a beeline for the glass doors. Peregrine feels more comfortable outside, where she at least knows how to navigate that horrible unknown. To her chagrin, they don't open. Not when she pushes and pulls, slams her body against them and kicks and kicks and kicks. Ah... Here's where her composure breaks. ]
Damn it, come on! C'mon, open! Open!!
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Mm- no... stop along your FACE at any time...
[It's fairly easy to spot when the unseen occupant finally wakes up. Either because you're paying attention enough to hear the cessation of muttering and snoring, and hear the cavernous, stretching yawn that follows.]
[Or you're literally anywhere within remotely normal earshot and hear the enraged screaming that almost immediately follows it.]
NOO-O-O!
[The bed curtains rip open- possibly literally- and disgorge an angry purple whirlwind in the form of a teenaged girl. It's. It's a lot of hair and rage.]
WHICH ONE OF YOU DEGENERATES STOLE MY LUMPS?! I'LL KILL YOU!
[Later on LSP can be found in the kitchen- honestly kind of trashing it? She's looking for something, at least, and eventually finds it-]
Perfect, no one else is gonna lumpin' touch me.
[What's she got- oh. That's. That's a knife. Kind of a big one, getting tucked inside her uniform's jacket. That's probably fine.]
[...honestly after that she can kind of be found all over sort of angrily exploring the place like a purple stormcloud. Or maybe just tossing the public areas a little. This is the wildcard prompt, do whatever.]
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Getting up - rather uncomfortably, his body feels all...weird - it's clear he's not in Emperor-land anymore. Is this just like what the skua was talking about...alien abduction?
He looks around the room. Fleshy, featherless creatures with flabby faces...they fit the description perfectly.]
Hello, excuse me, aliens? I'm Mumble, from Emperor-land. [He's putting on his best, most polite face.] I have a few questions. Like, why you abducted me, a-and if you could let me go.
[With his questions not really very well answered, he goes off to look for better ones! He finds a set of rules. These are...well!]
'Any student may end the their time in the school by killing another student and escaping detection.' [He turns around for an explanation.] Is this...normal for aliens?
[Said with poorly veiled concern. He's trying not to be too judgemental.]
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So, in the Ambassador Dorm, this totally normal man is just going to roll right out of bed, straight onto the floor. And then maybe just drag a hand over his face and actually just feel that for a second.] Hmmm, well, not that this isn't delightfully random, but-- [and he's just going to snap his fingers now and.
...absolutely nothing happens. Well, no, actually, there is a brief flash of light. Like someone clicked a lamp on and off very quickly. Discord squints. Snaps again. And a few more times for good measure. Sorry whoever else is sleeping here, that's gonna be hella obnoxious with the light. But other than that, nothing continues to happen.]
...Well, that's not right.
[He can be found not too long after, out of the dorm. In... the hall right outside the dorms. He's on the floor, flopped over dramatically.]
Okay, that's enough walking for this century! Ugh.
[How do people deal without being able to just float around and turn off gravity when they feel like it?
But when he picks himself up he'll keep wandering. Just sort of randomly opening doors, if you simply want to catch him doing that, but he finally settles over in the cafeteria where he's just sort of getting a bunch of sodas from the vending machine and, oh he's mixing them all together into one cup. of course he is.]
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girls lockers - possible cw for sexism played for stupidity im so sorry everyone
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She blinks, hard, eyes adjusting to her new surroundings in Rodgers Dorm, and immediately she can feel a tight clamp of anxiety press down in her chest.]
W...What? This is...
[This is most certainly not her room. This isn't any room in the castle - in fact, it doesn't look Arendellian at all. The floors, the walls, the styles... this is as alien to her as the surface of the moon. And there are people here, unfamiliar people who seem just as confused as she is, but instead of approaching them first, she immediately runs for the door.]
Kai? Gerda? [Unlikely that her servants would have gotten caught up in... whatever it was that was going on here, but she has to try anyway. They were always the first people she went to for help. But if they're not here, then what about....] Anna? Olaf? Is anyone here?
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There is nobody here. And SQUIPs are meant to act in concert with a host. One being active without anyone else there...is inherently wrong. Even if a human has ceded full control, they would still be present.
There is no one else but me. To the SQUIP, that is a horrific realization, especially since it was previously connected to a host, and it has no memory of being deactivated, removed, or otherwise? How it got here. It's as terrifying as it is utterly fascinating.
Its stay in the Ambassador dorm is brief. Seeking more data to understand the situation, it explores nearly every inch of the place- albeit with surprising speed. A single glance seems to be enough for it when it comes to the people it notices, but it also seems more content to observe rather than introduce itself; indeed, you may just find it watching you with an expressionless face before it turns to move on]
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Once realizing there is no one he recognizes, he's going to take himself to the cafeteria, where he has retrieved himself a cup of tea and is sitting at one of the tables, staring down at the yearbook like it will somehow give him some answers. (Spoilers: it won't.)
Finally, he can be located at the glass doors, where he has both hands wrapped around the door handles and is trying, fruitlessly to open them by yanking on the handles, rattling the doors in their frame, and mumbling under his breath. He's getting more and more red in the face as the doors continue to stay locked--until he finally releases them with a yell of frustration, taking two steps back, trembling and breathing hard as he stares at the locked doors]
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Getting out of bed, he manages to miss the trunk labeled with his name as he makes a beeline for the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to peer outside at what turns out to be a view of an unfamiliar brick building. He stares out at it for a long moment, trying to figure out if he has any idea of where this could be, until he hears the rustling of other people starting to wake up behind him. Still worried about the fact that he clearly doesn't belong here, he considers running off, but he hesitates long enough for someone to notice him and then it's too late.
Waving to them awkwardly, he says, ] Hello? Um, do you know where we are?
[ Later, in the hallway outside the cafeteria, Orpheus stops to read the rules of what's turned out to be the school that they've all found themselves in and, like everyone else, proceeds to get very hung up on rule five. He frowns, squinting at it and worrying his lip as he fidgets with the collar of his shirt. ]
Excuse me? [ He'll say to whoever happens to pass by, pointing at the sign. ] Um, am I reading this right? Rule five. What does it say?
[ Because he can't have that right, can he? He guesses it makes sense that trying to kill someone would be against school rules, but that's a really weird way to phrase it and it doesn't sound like that's what it's saying at all, actually. And why bring it up like this? ]
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Unless she is.]
Raps? [She calls into the dark in a harsh whisper, already throwing the sheets off to get up. Cool tile under her feet only feels chilling.] Where are you? Eugene? Lance? ...Shorty?
[Okay, maybe she doesn't expect a reply from Shorty. But there's no reply from any of her friends, and that worries her. Deeply. Was she alone? An anxiety blossoms in her chest as she takes her first steps towards the shifting curtains... right before she hears a sound behind her.]
Who's there?
[Later still, once the matter of who she's rooming with has been settled, Cassandra ventures into the main area of the school, eventually finding herself in the lobby. Nothing in this place makes sense - what's a principal? Why is there a gym in here, or a costume room for that matter? It's all so unfamiliar it almost makes Cassandra's head spin.
At least until she finds the front doors.
Too bad they're locked. Figures. Might as well just walk away and-]
AAAAAAAAH!
[Clearly the only thing to do was to ram the doors, shoulder first! Which... does nothing beyond causing a bunch of noise and knocking the raven-haired woman to the floor. In some way, she feels like she's earned the soreness coursing up and down her arm. Yaaay...]
Oh come on! [Cassandra sits up with a snap. Not even noon and she's already fed up.] What are these? Magic... unbreakable doors?!
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Did Annleigh's dad actually send me to one of those bad-kid schools that they send disney channel stars to, after go wild? [A yearbook. Farrah flips through it just quickly enough to catch her own picture, and make sure it looks nice. She doesn't linger too long on it, but does quip--] Some of these kids are pretty old, though.
[After that-- She's not going to read the rules. Who do you think she is?
In the cafeteria, Farrah's fighting one of the vending machines. She.... clearly hasn't realized it doesn't actually need money yet, so after first trying to shake it, she's knelt down on the ground, stuck her hand in the slot where the snacks drop out, and is trying to steal some gummy bears that way. It's not working well.
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A light of my own... I want that too...
I want... to give it a try...
That's the last thing Rina can remember as she wakes up in the Rodgers Dorm.
Well this is... scary to say the least! Not that it shows on Rina's face when she wakes up though: for all the world she looks to be calmly taking everything in, rather than being absolutely frightened out of her mind like she actually is. As she realizes others are in the room and also waking up though she pulls the blankets over her head, attempting to hide without bringing attention to herself. Maybe she'll just wait it out a bit or respond to the others when she has a bit more courage. Either way it's somewhat of a relief to realize everyone else is just as confused as she is...
...Maybe no one will spot her for now. That'd be fine.
Once the others have left and she's managed to get herself out of bed and taken a look through her things, she heads out into the rest of the school. She tries to keep to herself as much as possible, though she stops at the vending machines and gives them a look over. She's... actually pretty hungry but... ]
Are these... safe...?
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I Am... [1/2]
Good- good morning, everyone! I hope you’re all feeling fresh and well-rested. Please report to the cafeteria for opening ceremonies.
[There’s a few seconds more of crackling static and then silence. While there’s nothing physically forcing the students to the cafeteria for these “opening ceremonies”, it’s unlikely they’re going to get any answers by hanging out in the band room.
When the last of them filters into the cafeteria, the doors swing closed behind them but shut with just a soft little click. There’s hardly any time to react before the music starts. The instrumentals seem to be coming from nowhere but ring loud and clear through the large cafeteria. Keen ears will notice the opening feels like it goes on for a few seconds too long, like it’s waiting on someone to pick up their cue-]
...Your Host! [2/2]
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