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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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[Are you another countryman? Oh God please be another countryman.]
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We will have to look out for them, then. But for now, at least, we all seem to be equal victims of...this. [Gestures at the rules, because what do you even call this] It is a pleasure to meet another Frenchman, if you can say that here.
[like he's not glad anyone is here ever, but yo dude france]
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And the same to you - it is somewhat comforting. Unlike that. [Points to those wretched rules.] It's as if the person who placed us here is convinced we are but mere actors to do what they wish!
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[He's been SO CAREFUL even JAVERT didn't know where he was. Until now, now he's like two doors down from the man.]
Oh, but where are my manners? I am Jean Valjean, monsieur.
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[He's only...skimmed bits, though. Enough to be able to match up faces, but not much more. He's being polite.]
Ah - well met, Monsieur Valjean. I am the Viscount Raoul de Chagny.
[And you're the first person to get his first name. Probably because you seem like a nice, grounded guy.]
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I found my own to be... [siiiiigh] ...truthful enough. But there is another man I have met here. His information seems correct, from what I know of him, but the picture shows someone else.
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[A nod. Well, if you find truth in yours, sir, that's your business. But that other bit of information is strange.] A different picture, you say? That is highly unusual. Do you suppose the man truly is who he says he is?
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[People don't just grow new faces. That would have been too helpful, in his life.]
I don't know why they would try to portray someone else as him. They know all these other things; how could they not know we are acquainted?
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[The whole pamphlet is really weird and sort of unnerving, lbr]
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