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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.
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I swear, it's just a part of being a teenager. Staying out too late, doing some things you shouldn't... it's just the entire package.
[A pause for thought.]
Oh, I would too. And... honestly, I won't know what way to go until we know what's going on. If its just us talking to ourselves, I doubt we'll find too many answers. Sure, if I could find a crowbar, I could maybe pry those windows open, but I doubt that's what's in the cards here.
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So you believe that we should seek to speak to some other party that we have not yet encountered...and cannot be found within the confines of our "thoughtful" documents. Where do you think we should begin to look for this person?
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Pausing for a moment, he thinks.]
No idea where they come up with that crap. I mean, I'm not that awesome. Perhaps to my mother, but not really.
Anyway, my guess is that whoever brought us here isn't here yet. Think about it. The more chaos they can create by having us just... sit here helplessly, it'll be a bigger splash when they do appear.
I'm sure they'll get a few pieces of everyone's mind, though. Even though I'm kinda curious, we all have better things to do than whatever this is.
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[Charming, though? Monsieur Writer, you flatter him.]
But no, ah, torches and pitchforks, I hope. Not yet, at least.
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[He shrugs. Gabe's an observer, and that terrible voice in your ear. He's not usually one to actually do things.]
There might come a time for the torches, but I'd rather not start that way. Generally destruction of that scale hurts more than it helps.
[He was somewhat around when his family had a house fire.]
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Alright then, I'll keep that in mind - though resorting to controlled destruction, eventually, might not be amiss.
[All he's saying is that if they make a battering ram they might be able to open those doors, if push comes to shove.]
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[Oh, Gabe. What you don't know.]
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Let's hope, then, that leaving is as simple as unlocking a door.