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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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To pry it open with, then? I suppose...if we were to disassemble a couch, there might be something?
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[You're not a total lost cause; now we're thinking with wanton destruction. Good to know.]
That's either going to have enough small parts in it to actually pick the lock with, or it's going to have something to jam in there. Just like downtown.
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Eh, whatever. Raoul crosses over to a couch to give it a look.]
Hopefully the parts aren't too flimsy...
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Here's hoping.
[He'll kind of flip idly through that program for a moment while Raoul checks out the couch; that's...huh.]
You got someone you need to get back to?
[He shifts a bit, enough for the playbill to be visible; romantic interest, apparently?]
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I do have someone I would like to get back to, and soon.
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Given the circumstances, though - [and he waves his hand, vaguely, in the direction of the rules] - that's probably going to get interesting fast.
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Nonsense. I shall not kill to leave here. There must be another, rational way.
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[He'll come over and look at that couch with you for a moment, though, because it does sort of beg the question.
...How...exactly are we dismantling this thing.]
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And find it we shall, I'm certain of that.
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[Well, at least we're all keeping...reasonably...optimistic right now, albeit in a kind of "what the hell other options do we have" sort of way.]
Although tools wouldn't hurt anything. There've got to be closets around here somewhere, come on.
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