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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
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OVERTURE

You wake up, and realize you don’t remember how you got here.

This bed is soft and warm, but it’s certainly not yours. And the room is unfamiliar - unless perhaps you’re an actor, seeing as it looks almost exactly like every dressing room in the world. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and trunk comfortably alongside the vanity, but it what it lacks in open space, it makes up for in coziness. This could be something you’ve seen in a movie, or dreamed about experiencing one day. But whatever the case, you aren’t supposed to be here.

There’s a silver key resting on your vanity, along with a thin program booklet. The cover - where the name of the show would usually be - is blank, but if you flip through it, you’ll find some startlingly familiar information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…

The hallway outside is narrow and poorly-lit, lined with star-studded doors. But if you make your way past them and out into the lobby, you’ll find something entirely different: an elegant, refined opera house. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the red carpet is perfect for putting on a show. A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, though with the windows shuttered and locked it's difficult to tell whether it's morning or night. There’s also some framed information pinned up that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the adjoining wings, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy in every room.

There’s also two sets of double-doors in the lobby: one leading back the way you came, deeper into the Opera House, and one leading out. For the moment, neither of them will open.

It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
trettende: (por primera vez hoy siento que se abrió)

[personal profile] trettende 2016-10-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Worse than being kidnapped?

[ Goodness, Seymour. ]

I'm not sure anyone knows what's going on. Besides perhaps a play, if the booklet is to be believed...
rockthistown: (with... what's the rest of the saying?)

[personal profile] rockthistown 2016-10-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
A place called Harmonia. We were invited to perform for this big celebration, and a lot of other groups we knew were going.
breakingbread: (bread dad looks to god)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[oh shit, more royalty] Jean Valjean - of Paris, most recently - at yours, your highness.

[HA lord there is a significant likelihood that he's going to jail after this. Valjean bows as well. He hasn't really got any idea how to properly greet a prince, but the man doesn't seem one to stand on ceremony. Not really anything to do about it here anyway.]

It is smaller than the Opéra Le Peletier, at least. I have never been inside, but I know the building well. Besides, many thousands of people pass it every day - no one could ever board it up like this without attracting attention. [Which, of course, begs the question of what exactly is going on outside this place.]
trettende: (y por fin te encontré a ti)

[personal profile] trettende 2016-10-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hans nods. Yeah, that's totally normal. Maybe the people behind this hate Hook? ]

Do you have any idea who "they" could be?
breakingbread: (bread dad outside)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid I've never heard of it. I was brought here from Paris, myself.

[He hasn't heard of like half these places though, so]

You are a musician?
rockthistown: (now we're bffs)

[personal profile] rockthistown 2016-10-11 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, not really, but we wanted to try it anyway. You can't really stop Megumi when she wants to do something, and everybody thought it would be fun.
trettende: (y tú estés junto a mí)

[personal profile] trettende 2016-10-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Please, just Hans is fine.

[ When you're thirteenth in line, you stop trying to fake it after a while. They can worry about pleasantries when Hans gets his own kingdom.... ]

Do you think we might be in Paris? I can't imagine so many of us could go missing without someone taking notice... help must be on the way.
breakingbread: (bread dad is good)

A

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Valjean is no longer quite in his prime, but he's still the man who carried Marius through miles of sewers in his sixties. Running into him is sort of like running into a solid wall. He reaches out to steady the young man - what on earth is he wearing]

Careful, monsieur.
breakingbread: (bread dad)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
The pleasure is mine. Though I regret that it had to be in a place such as this...

[Speaking of. Her French is very good (we're totally all speaking French, right?) but she's clearly American.]

But surely no one will do such a thing. We have no reason to turn on each other like that. [Experience tells him otherwise, but he would still like very much to believe so.]
dieformymusic: (Default)

[personal profile] dieformymusic 2016-10-11 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He absolutely trusts this older man. Winslow follows much like a duckling.

Sure, he probably could have just asked but he's good with just implicitly trusting this guy's lead.]
breakingbread: (bread dad wonders about you)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[valjean would never say this but you're a fucking dickweed]

There are few who would look for me, except for my daughter. With so many royals here, though, help must be on its way.

But no, I cannot imagine we are in Paris...it would be difficult to keep such a large secret in a city like that. And there are so many here from distant lands - Madame Hamilton is from America! Surely she could not be kept insensible during such a long journey?
breakingbread: (bread dad is good)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[yeah that dude's not okay. Valjean listens for a moment, then leans over to add his two cents.]

I have found at least one of the pirates to be polite enough, monsieur, if you treat him the same.
dieformymusic: (Curious chirping)

[personal profile] dieformymusic 2016-10-11 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright he understood that somewhat--hold on.

He looks down to the paper, then back to Hook. Tapping the obvious HOOK.

Are you reaaally Captain Hook?]
breakingbread: (bread dad wonders about you)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[If only you had gone with this one before the literal fucking Devil, you foolish child.

Valjean flips through the pamphlet as he leads the way.]


His name is Doctor Harris. He looks quite young, too - I'm sure he is already up and about. [Moving on.] Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Jean Valjean. And you are Winslow Leach?
dieformymusic: (Coo)

[personal profile] dieformymusic 2016-10-11 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that's a hasty generalization.

Winslow mimes a talking mouth with his hand before grasping it with the other. He can't talk...he doesn't know what happened.]
breakingbread: (bread dad cannot believe)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see.

[Valjean chuckles. Youth. Always...running off to form bands, okay, that's not really an early-1800s French thing, but he sort of gets the picture. Anyway her hair is blue, so why would he choose to question the music thing?]

I suppose you weren't set to perform at an opera house?
dieformymusic: (Fucking dead now)

[personal profile] dieformymusic 2016-10-11 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He smiles. Despite all this, playing music always brings the life back into him.

He really gets into it, adding soul and force behind each key.]
dieformymusic: (Grackles)

[personal profile] dieformymusic 2016-10-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Such is his terrible luck.

He's gotten that information down thankfully. This doctor Harris should be able to fix his problems! Why WOULDN'T they have medical help at this opera house?

Winslow moves his head up and down. That's him. He extends a hand towards Jean as a gesture of gratitude.]
lifegoalsorwifegoals: (I'll be)

[personal profile] lifegoalsorwifegoals 2016-10-11 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
That is the problem, yes. [Sigh.] Is that so? There's no exit, at all?
breakingbread: (bread dad cannot believe)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[see this is exactly why we don't let y'all carry weapons right off the bat, you might murder each other and then where would we be]

You are not quite the man I remember.

[This is probably not the time for anything resembling humor, but Javert what the fuck happened to your face]
lifegoalsorwifegoals: (And I FEEL COMPLETELY)

[personal profile] lifegoalsorwifegoals 2016-10-11 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The old man's oddly kind... Well, D-ne smiles in return and enters, still keeping a fair bit of distance between them.]

Mademoiselle. I don't need something as fancy as that, sir, but thank you.
breakingbread: (bread dad bread sad)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[hahahahahaaaaaaaa let's just hang all our hopes on billy he always comes through

Valjean takes it for a greeting, and clasps the hand warmly for a moment. At least Winslow's calmed down; this will be easier to handle without panicking.]


On our way, perhaps we can find you something to write on. This is difficult enough already - I cannot imagine how you must feel.
breakingbread: (bread dad)

[personal profile] breakingbread 2016-10-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It's literally just the polite form of address. To call her anything else would be rude. But there are people from many countries here - she must have different customs. He smiles in return, not making any move towards her.]

Not at all. My name is Jean Valjean. [okay at this point it's almost exhilarating to use his actual name?] What would you prefer I call you?
lifegoalsorwifegoals: (i wanna ruin our friendship)

[personal profile] lifegoalsorwifegoals 2016-10-11 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Look she doesn't know how other countries do their things if he tells her that then you know, you can do your thing, polite address is important dude.]

My name is D-ne. Just that is fine, Valjean-san, so worry not. It is a... It's interesting to meet you in this place.

[god she's trying so hard to be nice and properly polite but jeez]
littlegirl_littlecurl: (Dance)

[personal profile] littlegirl_littlecurl 2016-10-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[When she first wakes, Darla was most concerned about the ugly room she was sleeping in. When she called for Max and he failed to come... well, she ain't scared, she's concerned.

Her room had no clues to Max's wereabouts; none of her usual things are there. Out of curiosity, she does flip through her program (she scoffs a little at her own profile) but only recognizes a few of these people. Boring!

She decides leaving is the best option, and takes her book and key with her to the hallway . She spends some time reading the names, looking bored.

Afterwards, one might find her wandering anywhere, skipping around looking for someone.]