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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.
Shiva Shingetsu Astarte | OTA~
No, its the blue clothing and headdress she wears. Its not her school uniform. She's supposed to have a school uniform. She's supposed to be in school with all those humans and the sailor soldiers who defended them. Then, if she is here, not in school, and not in school clothing--
Where is she?
Even the voice is silent, as she begins to pace frantically in the lobby, clutching her head as she slides the headdress off of her head. Her breathing becomes frantic. She feels nothing. There's no Lilith - no mother - behind her to tell her this is all right. No Brinvilliers in sight. No one she knows. Nothing she'd prepared for.]
This...
[Her hands shake.]
this isn't part of the plan!
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Still, it's hard to miss someone dressed as she is, and who's having quite the panic. ]
My goodness, are you alright? [ He steps over to her, moving to rest an arm on her shoulder. ] What plan do you mean?
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Ah--! Just...to go to school!
This isn't my...school.
[........Well its. not entirely untrue]
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Did you wake up here as well? Did they put you in those clothes?
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Are you unhurt otherwise? Do you have any idea why someone would want you dressed like this?
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[Indeed! Just going to school and nothing else!!]
No...
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[ He's got his in his pocket, so he'll helpfully pull his out. ]
Are you miss... Shiva?
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[She goes to stand.]
Everyone calls me Astarte, though...
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[ Feel free to take his hand he will help you up! ]
I'm Hans. It seems we're all stuck in this mess.
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[And up she goes!]
I don't understand any of this. I'm not an opera...ist.
[Operaist is a word humans use right]
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Nor am I an actor, and yet here we are. This is all very strange...
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I̕f̴́͡ ͏͡on͠l̶͡ỳ̷̸ ̸̡͡he ͘k͏̨͜n̛͜ew ̀̕t͏h́̀͏e ̶t̨͝r̷͢út̸̷͠h҉͞]It is....but...there has to be an exit, right?
[She looks over at the pair of doors.]
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tun Tun TUNHe sighs, shaking his head. ]The only doors I've seen were bolted shut. Besides the ones that lead to other rooms, I mean.
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[Wait, the rules said they couldn't, right?...]
...something...
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[ The rules did say there was no escape, right? ]
Maybe there are doors we haven't tried yet. I'm sure there has to be more to this place than all this.
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[She starts to walk. Let's find stuff! A way out!!]
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[ Very much a doer, isn't she. ]
I think there may have been some doors in the lobby that I haven't tried?
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[And to those doors she goes to! She starts to push...]
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Ugh. These doors are so ornate, you'd think they would open.
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[She's starting to back up to try and ram the door.]
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[ Come on, Hans, you're a strong guy, you should be doing that too!
I mean, he'll back her up but he just doesn't think this'll work. At least his act is convincing. ]
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Aaaaaah, that...didn't work.....