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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 told you not to forget me, 24601.
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You are not quite the man I remember.
[This is probably not the time for anything resembling humor, but Javert what the fuck happened to your face]
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[but he doesn't know how to process this information, other than that Valjean has posed as people he's not, before.]
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Strange.
[...well, that about exhausts his ideas for Conversations With Javert. This is a situation he generally tries to avoid.]
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When this is all over, I will take you to justice.
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Yes, I suppose you will, won't you? [He's so tired of this] But we will have to get out of this, first.
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[or do the murdering]
But it would not be the first prison you've escaped. Perhaps you will be of some help to the others.
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[This conversation is a nightmare but he's sort of moved through it and into a realm of being okay with this]
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Surely it wouldn't be.
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And you can no doubt deal with whoever is responsible for this. This should not take so long to resolve.
[maybe he can slip away in that mess
Though, as it turns out, the Opera House is significantly more secure than Toulon. Too bad!]
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[damn it valjean what good are you]
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[I haven't seen you doing anything helpful]
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Several women and children, yes. I will do my best to keep them safe.
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I would expect no less. [Valjean actually does smile. Maybe it's a shade rueful, but hey.]
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wait hold on hes not judging in words what]
It is my duty. Even if these are not the...normal people I am sworn to, it remains all the same.
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[That's probably understating the whole "murder each other to get out" thing he read in the rules]
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[such a fuckin pessimist god]
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Offering trust, even when it isn't earned, can be a good way to build bridges. If we all spend this time in suspicion, we'll only turn on each other faster.
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Take care, all the same. I have to take you back to Paris.
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[this is it now this is his life let's just roll with it]
You take care as well, Inspector.
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