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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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[This is...just weird. Really weird...]
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In...any case...I do hope you are able to get your belongings returned to you.
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[Because tickets, right?]
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[Meanwhile Astarte looks like she could be in an opera with her dress.]
Is that in Tokyo?
[She...they're still in Tokyo somewhere, right? Why not? There's...no reason they can't be, somehow? Maybe? Perhaps??]
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The Opéra Populaire is in Paris, France - though I cannot say if we are even there anymore.
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...
So...we're not in your Opera...and maybe not Tokyo...
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[She bites her lip. Damn this hurdle. What hurdle--she starts to pace a little.]
Maybe we should find a...phone. They must have a phone. A way to talk to people back home.
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[Those...are a thing he's heard of, they're still being worked on and it's not likely for one to just be left around in an Opera House, but...]
Would we not be better off with telegraph? Those, as I'm aware, are more ubiquitous.
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I don't see a...a computer? So we can't use an Internet. And telegraphs....I haven't heard of people using those...
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I'm afraid, miss, that you've lost me completely. I've not heard of a computer before.
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[Now this is...huh?]
You've never heard of a computer?
[Even she knows what it is!]
Its a machine, and you turn it on and...and the screen comes on, and you use the keyboard and the mouse to...um. Control the computer and what it does for you.
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[And...yep, he's totally lost even with that explanation.] If you happen to find one of these...computers, would you show it to me so I could try it for myself?
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[Taking a step forward, she nods.]
I can, and I'll show you the Internet you can use, too. Its very easy, you can do all sorts of things on it!
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[He is also glad that you're not as upset as you were before, so, whatever any of this is, he's going to try it.]
Now...what is the Inter-net?
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[SHE IS TOTALLY AN EXPERT]
And you can use it to connect to other people and...shop for things.
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[Oh boy you're throwing out a lot of words Raoul hasn't heard of before]
And what does one do at an airplane?
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[Obviously!!]
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[He shakes his head.] I believe there is something I'm not understanding here. The things you talk about, this computer, this airplane...they sound like absolute marvels, and yet they are commonplace for you, yes? What sort of world do you live in?
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[...But...so does he, apparently? It can't be the where....can it?
.......
Wait.]
Its all common for the 21st century.
[Wait--]
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Hold on, that's
That's a hell of a jump in time right there]
The 21st? Is...is it not the 19th century?
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[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh]
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