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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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It IS Hime's yell that startles the crap out of him, though, jumping as he's seated on one of the couches, the pamphlet flying up and fumbling out of his hands. He is definitely whipping around to take a look at the...blue...haired...girl?
What?]
...Dear God, are you well?!
[Because who yells like that other than people who are not well? Oh yeah, panicked people.]
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E-excuse me! This is a theatre, right?
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Raoul nods slowly.]
As...far as I can tell? Yes. Most likely it is a form of opera house. Now...why did you feel the need to shout and commandeer a clothing rack?
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[Stop, Hime, you've been working on this. She breathes in again.]
I was just surprised! I remember being invited to a celebration with my friends and we were going to perform, but I don't remember actually going there, and I don't see anyone I was with.
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Raoul sighs, getting up from the sofa proper to approach - slowly, mind, and with his hands up.]
I am very sorry, then, for my brusqueness, so do forgive me. I too am without a familiar face in this place, and I should not have been rude, especially towards a young lady.
[Even though she just screamed out of nowhere...]
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So you're lost in here, too?
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[The two of them among like eighteen other people.]
I am the Viscount de Chagny. Who might you be?
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What in the hell was any of that]
...Miss Shirayuki Hime it is, then - well met, though in such circumstances, well is relative.
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Ah - I agree, yes! We should definitely make some sort of plan. Perhaps when more of us emerge, we can begin to piece something together.
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I hope someone here knows how to pick a lock.
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That is sadly not a skill which I have thought to pick up.
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[Also why would a lady need to pick a lock that's not right a lady should not have to pick a lock]
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["Blue Sky Kingdom" what the hell is this]