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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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Th-thanks. I'm Seymour, by the way.
[Offers hand to shake?]
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I'm Hans. [ He takes Seymour's hand, giving it a firm shake. ] Are you going to be alright? Do you need any help?
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[This entire "for some reason trapped in a building with 19 other strangers thing".]
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[ Goodness, Seymour. ]
I'm not sure anyone knows what's going on. Besides perhaps a play, if the booklet is to be believed...
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[To be fair, even though Seymour doesn't know this, he kind of has.]
That still doesn't explain why a lot of us are here. I'm not even an actor.
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Neither am I. This booklet with our faces on it isn't exactly flattering, either.
[ He gives a slight bow. ]
I'm Hans, by the way. Prince Hans, but you don't have to bother with the formalities. We're all stuck here, after all.
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He looks at the booklet and frowns at his entry.]
You're right. I don't think I'm that easily manipulated...
html why do you betray me
[ But if you are easily manipulated that means you simply must be friends with Hans!! After all, his entry says nothing but great things about him. ]
And I'm certainly not unloved. They're nonsense is what they are. I wouldn't worry too much about what they say.
It's working against Hans
Right, they can't know much about all of us, can they?
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Exactly, it's ridiculous to think so! They're just trying to sew seeds of discord, I'm sure.
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You think they're trying to make us turn against each other?
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[ but what do you think, Seymour? Hans is dying to know. ]
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[That's the answer you wanted, right Hans?]
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I completely agree. We can't let them turn us against one another, can we?
[ Hans reaches a hand over, trying to gently place a hand on Seymour's shoulder. ]
As long as we stick together, I know we'll find a way to out of this.
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Seymour actually manages to smile at Hans.]
I can't imagine killing a guy anyway, and you guys all seem really nice. I'm sure we'll all make it out alright.
[In the distance, there is a deep, cruel laugh.]
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It means he is his now...]Exactly, we'll be alright. No one here would ever do such a thing.
[ cue rimshot! ]
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Besides, we can't be stuck in here forever? They'll have to let us out eventually.
[There is no basis for that assumption.]
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That's the spirit! What would they gain otherwise from trapping us all here?
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Nothing, I guess. We're obviously not being held for ransom, anyway.
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Oh? Why not? You don't have anyone at home who would worry for you if you disappeared?
[ No, really, don't you? COULD THEY BE KINDRED SPIRITS ]
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[So, half yes?
Almost bitterly, Seymour remembers the fact that if Audrey II lives for a few more days, they probably would get enough money to at least pay a few thousand dollars worth of ransom money.]
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[ Get ready for his own sad story, Seymour. ]
I'm the youngest of thirteen brothers-- they've all practically told me that if I ever got kidnapped, no one would miss me. I'm sure they'd jump at an excuse to get rid of me.
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[Good job Hans, he bought into your tragic backstory.]
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Once, they pretended I was invisible... For three years. They just acted like I wasn't there and thought it was hilarious.
[ Hans did not think it was hilarious. I cannot imagine how he grew up so maladjusted. ]
I was ten.
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[Seymour no.]
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