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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 mean, yeah, it's just an accident. 'S cool. Raoul blinks, surprised, when the other man pulls out his own pamphlet.]
Yes - yes, that is me, but I haven't the slightest clue as to what is happening. In fact, if you hadn't asked me first, I would have asked you the same.
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Sorry, I have no idea. I've never even been in a building like this before in my life. [If his gaping wasn't a sign of that.]
This... this is probably just a dream though. Does losing cause weird dreams?
[That last bit was obviously Seymour talking to himself.]
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If it is a dream, sir, it is an incredibly odd one, but I do believe I am awake, at the very least. [He looks around a little, eyes narrowed.] And I know this is not the opera house in which I was before. Tell me, have you seen anyone else yet, in this place? Anyone from the program?
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[Seymour just because you live in New York does not mean everything is in New York.]
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[There's the Eiffel Tower and that's the extent of Seymour's knowledge of the place.]
I just don't know why... anyone would take me to Paris for no reason.
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[Which, if anything else, the Eiffel Tower would totally be.]
If our pamphlets are any indication, however, it seems that someone has taken a lot of people to this place for no apparent reason.
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I just don't know why they would want me. I'm a complete nobody.
Maybe they just want me to get to Audrey II, but I don't know why they couldn't have just stolen it.
[It's not like the plant is exactly well hidden.
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Perhaps, sir, you, are more important than you give yourself credit for.
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[His tone seems a lot more confused than anything.]
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[Raoul's definitely looking on the bright side of this, isn't he]
Tell me sir, what is your name?
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It's Seymour.
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Ah! Well met, Seymour.
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Nice to meet you too. [Is that what "well met" means?] But I really wish we hadn't met while we're locked in a building...
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I feel the same - this isn't exactly a pleasure trip by any means.
So I sure did accidentally delete this tag
I guess it could be worse? Whenever I've seen kidnappings in movies they always seem a lot more... dangerous, than this.
[Like seriously, this living situation already seems better than Skid Row.]
it's alright :B
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[There's definitely a hint of "but I doubt it" in his voice, though.]
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[Raoul honey no]