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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.
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.
OTA | press A for accidental bumping or B for da rules
Where am I...?
[He picks up the pamphlet and flips through it, stopping when he sees his own face looking back at him. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.
Pulling his hoodie tighter around him for comfort, he leaves the room and looks around cautiously. His posture is subdued and withdrawn, but he's so focused on the carpet and on surveilling the walls and the chandeliers that he is definitely not looking where he is going in the slightest, making it inevitable that he's going to bump into somebody.]
Ah!
[But what catches his attention the most is the posted rules in the foyer.
Ohhh, suddenly he likes this even less.]
This has to be some kind of mistake...
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"A mistake"? [Was this guy not an actor too and has no idea why he would be in an opera theater? Out of curiosity he looks at what Billy is looking at.
And Seymour feels his heart stop.]
"K...kill..."? [He turns to Billy, already looking a little desperate.] But why? I-I'm not even an actor! I shouldn't be here!
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You shouldn't be here? I-I shouldn't be here either! Nobody should be here!
[THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE US KILL PEOPLE.]
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[PLEASE TELL HIM THAT THEY DO.]
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A because... :V
Which in this case causes her to run right into someone. With an 'oof!' she plops down on the ground.]
H-Hey! Watch where you're going-
[She looks him up and down, frowning. What was with those strange clothes?]
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And then realize that, oh, right, he should probably, um. Yeah.]
I-I, uh, I'm, uh, sorry?
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I-It's okay! I shouldn't have been running around!
[She gives him a sheepish smile.] Sorry.
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Woah, dude. Watch where you're going there. Something wrong?
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I-I mean, not unless you think there's something wrong with waking up in a strange place, because in that case, then nothing wrong at all.
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[He shakes his head, only a bit frustrated.]
Sorry. I think we're all on edge. I'm Gabe, by the way.
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B
...What is that sixth rule?
[Is this some kind of joke? A really bad one?]
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do you wanna like back up a little bit cause you need to like locate a severe amount of chill but]
It says we have to- The-the only way to get out is to, uh. [Billy blinks hard, once, and then twice.] ...To kill somebody.
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Kill somebody... Hah! What a ridiculous prank! Not a soul here would believe such a thing!
[...he hasn't spoken to most of them BUT THAT'S PROBABLY TRUE, RIGHT]
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B
[ Any cast member may bring the show to a close by killing another cast member. They must simply do so without being caught.
She shakes her head when she feels the breathing, the breathing, and lets out a shaky 'heh'. Good god, why?]
No, this...this has to be a prank, right? A prank by an upperclassman, maybe? Maybe...maybe they're behind the door.
[Humans could be cruel like that, right?
...You're kind of old though]
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[What are you, in high school?]
I don't- I don't know... I hope it's a prank. Maybe some kind of hazing, b-but... I don't know
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Hazing?
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B
[Guess who only overheard you and is just now coming over to take a look at those framed rules. Raoul raises an eyebrow.]
Surely this cannot be serious.
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Th-that's the part that... Yeah. They can't- they can't really expect us to...
[It's so...ungraceful.]
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Of course not! That is absurd. Not a one of us is even an actor to begin with - and what sort of sick production indulges in actual murder?!
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b.
[Javert is standing behind him, suddenly, tall and, yes, almost menacing as he glares down the posted rules in front of billy.]
But the real question is, who will be the first to fall into temptation?
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Billy isn't short, but when he's trying to collapse in on himself like a dying star in the shadow of the terrifying and imposing figure behind him he sure does seem like it.]
Heh, I'm, uh... I'm kind of hoping it's all some kind of sick joke, right now. I mean, they can't really be serious about keeping us all here until we... You know, uh. Until somebody...
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B
It certainly is worrying. What sort of thing have we got wrapped up in...?
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Careful, monsieur.
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He's not short, but boy does he feel small. He stares for a minute and then glances away, blinking nervously.]
S-sorry, um... My. My bad.
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