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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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Just going to try and compliment him back?]
I like... your clothes. They're very different.
[Please end her now.]
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[Well gee now it's his turn to be hella embarrassed. He shoves his hands into his pockets and then holds them out to show off his jacket because, um, that's what you do when someone compliments your clothes, right?]
Your- your gown is very nice, too.
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[That's really clever! It's like a cloak that looks like a coat!
She runs her hands against the fabric of her skirt. There's that blush again.]
You think so? [She kind of wants to twirl right now...]
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Yeah, I-I've never seen anything like it.
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A-All the women back home wear dresses. Though I heard that in some places they wear pants! [She lifts her hand to her mouth as if she just had a scandalous thought. Women? With pants?]
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Re-really? Some girls wear skirts, where I'm from, but a lot of them wear pants. The skirts are pretty...well, not like that. So, um, so where are you from?
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She listens to him before looking down at her skirt. Would she look good in pants? She turns her attention back to him when he asks where she's from.]
It's a country in the north called Arendelle.
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"Arendelle?" I've...never heard of that before. Is it, uh, cold there?
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Only in the winter. It gets so cold that the harbor starts freezing! I love it. I used to have so much fun playing in the snow when I was little.
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[He blinks, then smiles.]
It sounds, um. It-it sounds like a beautiful place.
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[That sounds even more interesting than Arendelle.]
It is! If I could show you, I would.