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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
When Seymour finally takes in what this room is definitely not his basement, his slight off feeling changed to a feeling of concern. Suddenly he is hit with the realization that he doesn't actually remember falling asleep.
Really his confusion is the only thing that's preventing him from freaking out.
Soon he spots the booklet and flips through it in hopes to get some idea as to why he's here.
And… that sure is a picture of him right there.]
“Actor”? [Did someone want to make a play out of his life? No, that didn’t make any sense, he only had small fame with Audrey II so far. Definitely not enough success to justify anyone wanting to write a play about him.
Besides he thought sadly I’m not even that interesting
He soon slowly exited his room, still unsure whether this was just a dream or not, and seeing how grand the building he was in was, he was more convinced that he was dreaming. Skid Row never had its own theater, but even if it had one, it wouldn’t have been even half as grand as the building he was in right now.
So Seymour is just going to wander the building, agape at the scenery and not actually looking where he's going. There is a good chance he might accidentally run into you.
With no exaggeration he is going to bump into at least half of you guys from his dazed wandering.]
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[People bumping into Raoul is not something that happens often, but when this fellow does it in the Lobby, he's not angry or anything - he's a little startled, but is quick to regain his composure. This man's face isn't familiar to Raoul, not immediately - he's still getting his bearings with the program, though the glasses are very distinct - but his manner of dress is unusual.]
Ah, steady now, sir - are you alright?
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I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention-
[Okay, the fact that this person wasn't immediately cross with Seymour was enough to make him realize that something is off. He looks at the other man before pulling out his booklet, which he brought with him.
Don't ask questions.]
Aren't... aren't you one of the people in this thing? [Flips through the booklet and shows Raoul his entry.] Do you know what's going on? I think someone made a mistake.
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[I mean, yeah, it's just an accident. 'S cool. Raoul blinks, surprised, when the other man pulls out his own pamphlet.]
Yes - yes, that is me, but I haven't the slightest clue as to what is happening. In fact, if you hadn't asked me first, I would have asked you the same.
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Sorry, I have no idea. I've never even been in a building like this before in my life. [If his gaping wasn't a sign of that.]
This... this is probably just a dream though. Does losing cause weird dreams?
[That last bit was obviously Seymour talking to himself.]
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If it is a dream, sir, it is an incredibly odd one, but I do believe I am awake, at the very least. [He looks around a little, eyes narrowed.] And I know this is not the opera house in which I was before. Tell me, have you seen anyone else yet, in this place? Anyone from the program?
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So I sure did accidentally delete this tag
it's alright :B
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[The Pirate King reaches out to grab Seymour's shoulders, both to get his attention and to steady him so he doesn't fall.]
Pay attention, else you'll run into a wall next!
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Thanks? ... And I'm sorry, but do I know you?
[Because why would a complete stranger care if he runs into a wall?]
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[...he's very famous, you know.]
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Are you an actor?
[He tried.]
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[...well]
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It doesn't help that this bird is also a tad panicked with his looks as much as anyone else and made a terrible job of not looking of where he was running with that big cape.]
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Wha... what are you?
[WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TERRIFYING PEOPLE HERE]
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Winslow backs up, holding up his hands as to make himself seem less of a threat. He really wanted to avoid this.
He slooowly pulls out his pamphlet to point to one name: Winslow Leach.]
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... You like music?
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Yes...he likes music. He simulates piano playing to show that he even plays a bit.]
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A teenage girl. Heather stumbles back, furrowing her brow and jutting out her lower lip at him.]
Hey! What's your damage?
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He already looks panicky as he backs away a little from the teenager.]
N-nothing! Sorry, nothing's my damage!
[He doesn't even know what that phrase means.]
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Oh. Good. You didn't do it on purpose.
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N... no, I wouldn't do something like that on purpose.
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What were you doing?
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Actually Hans kind of makes it his thing to knock into people. It's a very Disney thing to do. ]
Oh, dear. [ Oops, hope you're not falling over, Hans will try to reach out if that's the case. ]
Careful now. Eyes forward, hmm?
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S-sorry about that, I swear sometimes I'm too clumsy for my own good.
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It's alright. This isn't the most well-lit room, either. It's easy to lose one's footing sometimes.
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Th-thanks. I'm Seymour, by the way.
[Offers hand to shake?]
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html why do you betray me
It's working against Hans
even html hates hans
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