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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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[Maybe one that hasn't been mapped yet? It would explain the strange clothes.]
I don't think I could live without sunshine. [She decides a curtsy is in order. Time to show some proper decorum befit of her rank!] Princess Anna of Arendelle. It's nice to meet you, Gabe of Pennsylvania.
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[A princess? Now that's something he never thought he'd come across. He grins largely, bowing deeply to her. He'll stick to Pennsylvania for now. It's easier than trying to explain states.]
It's great to meet you, your highness. I haven't had the opportunity to meet a real princess before. My country is... rather lacking in them. Our leaders are mostly assholes.
[...welp.]
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A country without royalty? That's- [She looks mortified, putting a hand over her mouth. She's never heard someone swearing in her life!] That's... not a very nice thing to say...
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[He looks sheepish for a moment. Who is this girl, a Disney Princess?]
I swear a bit too much sometimes. I'll try to stop.
[He smiles, charmingly.]
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I-It's alright... I've just never heard anyone use that kind of language before outside of a book. [Goodness. She can't admit that it was kind of neat to hear. Swearing was something only commoners did.]
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[He shakes his head, just a bit exasperated.]
My parents and my sister swear. Mostly Sis and Mom. Dad's... in some ways the most respectable. Well, other than Sis. She's smarter than the rest of us put together.
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[Ah. So he has a sister, too. And a mother and father.]
I don't think my parents ever swore. Not around my sister and I anyways.
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[He shrugs. Suburban America is quite a few things, but royalty is not one of them.]
I mean, you're watched a lot, aren't you? Both you and your parents. I can see how being crass wouldn't really be that good for you guys. Me? I'm nobody. No one'll care if I'm a bit... rude.
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Not really. I never really had anyone around other than a few servants. My mother and father... They did their best to raise my sister and I to always be proper, no matter what.
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[Gabe pauses, concerned.]
Are your parents gone, then? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring something up that would hurt you. I tend to run my mouth and not think.
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No, it's alright. It happened a few years ago.