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itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
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.
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.
Re: OTA
[Sir, do not scare her like that. She's almost skittering away from you, red eyes wide, at the brazenness in which Raul approaches.
She shakes her head quickly.]
No! I don't know anything...!
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Sorry - sorry, I do apologize, miss, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely wish to know where I am and why I am here - questions that, perhaps, you too ask yourself?
[No one's going to get any answers if they get upset, and the last thing Raoul wants to do is upset a lady he's never met before now.]
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She simply nods at his question.
None of this is right.]
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I do wish I had an answer for you, miss. But I can advise that, perhaps, we should attempt to remain calm until answers can be found?
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[She can. Truly.]
Did you wake...up in different clothes too?
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[He even smiles. See? We're cool.
...But that smile quickly fades at her question.] Different...
[Raoul pats himself looking down. Now that he thinks about it, is this even the suit jacket he wore tonight? He has a few. And the suit...is it the suit he was wearing? He can't remember, and suddenly there is very, very real concern for the ladies here that forms a lump in his throat.]
I...cannot remember. But, if you've asked, is that...something I should be worried about?
[It's sick enough to be kidnapped, holed up in an opera house, and have information about you referring to you as an "actor". But for whoever did this to have gone to the trouble of changing your clothes while you were possibly unconscious?
Despicable.]
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[Which is enough to be worrying. They look...new. Too new. At least hers do. And yet, at the same time, very ancient.
What was going on?]
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Other than your attire, do you feel changed in any other way?
[Did this guy assault you HE WILL HAVE WORDS WITH THIS GUY YOU DON'T DO THAT]
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[Patting herself down. Yeah.]
...I'm missing things.
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[Raoul shakes his head, then begins to pat himself down. Hmmm...no opera glasses, no gloves, no tickets to Hannibal...but these are relatively incidental things to take.]
...I'm afraid you are not the only one, but I'm not sure what a kidnapper would want with ticket stubs and gloves.
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[This is...just weird. Really weird...]
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In...any case...I do hope you are able to get your belongings returned to you.
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[Because tickets, right?]
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[Meanwhile Astarte looks like she could be in an opera with her dress.]
Is that in Tokyo?
[She...they're still in Tokyo somewhere, right? Why not? There's...no reason they can't be, somehow? Maybe? Perhaps??]
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The Opéra Populaire is in Paris, France - though I cannot say if we are even there anymore.
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So...we're not in your Opera...and maybe not Tokyo...
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[She bites her lip. Damn this hurdle. What hurdle--she starts to pace a little.]
Maybe we should find a...phone. They must have a phone. A way to talk to people back home.
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[Those...are a thing he's heard of, they're still being worked on and it's not likely for one to just be left around in an Opera House, but...]
Would we not be better off with telegraph? Those, as I'm aware, are more ubiquitous.
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I don't see a...a computer? So we can't use an Internet. And telegraphs....I haven't heard of people using those...
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I'm afraid, miss, that you've lost me completely. I've not heard of a computer before.
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[Now this is...huh?]
You've never heard of a computer?
[Even she knows what it is!]
Its a machine, and you turn it on and...and the screen comes on, and you use the keyboard and the mouse to...um. Control the computer and what it does for you.
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[And...yep, he's totally lost even with that explanation.] If you happen to find one of these...computers, would you show it to me so I could try it for myself?
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[Taking a step forward, she nods.]
I can, and I'll show you the Internet you can use, too. Its very easy, you can do all sorts of things on it!
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