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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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No way, no way, this can't be happening... Okay, breathe. Breathe—
[Of course, between reading over the information contained in the booklet and pacing in the dim light, she isn't really paying attention to where she's going or looking around for any other people. As such, she's liable to walk right into someone as she wanders around in a panic. When she inevitably does:]
Ow - hey, watch it!
[Because this was not her fault at all.]
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Might say the same thing to you, wandering around without watching where you're going.
[He'll just stand her and enjoy this moment. Surprises can come in a minute.]
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Whatever.
[A sigh.]
Do you know how to get out of here?
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[He smiles a bit, a tiny smirk playing at his face.]
Sarcastic as always. Not a good way to make friends, sister dear.
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Fuck you. How did you find this out? Who are you?
[Her anger doesn't change the fact that she at once looks tense, nervous and uneasy. This is sick.]
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[Like the creep he is.]
Mom's not right in the head sometimes, you know that, Natalie. She... created me, I guess you could say. I am your brother, Nat, I'm just... more around than I usually am. Ask me anything you want.
[Behind his cocky confidence, there's... a tiny hint of hurt in his expression. At the end of everything, he really is just a teenage boy who wants his family to work.]
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[Javert steps out of the way of the panicking girl, trying to give her a little bit of space. She looks very young, and very confused. and while it was, yes, invariably her fault that she walked into him the law is indeed humble and can give a girl some space to be wrong.]
Are you quite alright?
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[Which is to say... No, not at all. She runs a hand through her hair, taking a breath.]
Who are you?
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[do not forget me. do not forget my name. do not forget me.......]
I understand your trepidation, Mademoiselle. [is she even a child? or unmarried? who cares she's a youth in his eyes!] These are awful circumstances. But if you have been hurt, or require assistance...
[he trails off, the offer to help lingering between them but not speaking it after her last sarcastic outburst.]
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[She might not be familiar with the language, but that still sounds too formal to her, like calling her 'miss' would.]
Not a scratch on me. As for assistance, I'm assuming you haven't found a way out of here, which is the main thing I want.
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Unfortunately, no. I would that I had, for all our sakes.
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Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry--!
[ Unlike some people, Hans has manners. He offers her his hand if she needs it. ]
Are you alright?
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Apart from everything that's ridiculously messed up about this situation, yep, doing just fine. It's going great, wouldn't change a thing.
[She's handling this well, clearly.]
Anyways. I'm guessing the answer is no, but have you found a way out?
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I haven't. I don't have a clue what we're all doing here or how we got here. Or why they seem to think we're all actors.
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm sorry.
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[Glancing up at him.]
Last I checked this probably wasn't your fault, so...
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[ The list goes on, but Hans is adamant about this 'I'm a prince so it's my responsibility' thing. ]
I wish there was more I could do. If there's twenty of us here, we should be able to come up with something, right?
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You watch it! [It's obviously not her fault either. Obviously.]
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[Whether or not that's what actually happened, she's sticking to it.]
Anyways, I'm trying to find a way out. You want to help, or do you want to stay out of the way?
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I'll help. There's no back door, I've already looked.
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[She's never tried to escape from some creepy theater before, but common sense tells her that's a good starting point.]
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I was going to, but someone bumped into me... [Let it go, Heather.]
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Oh, um- a-ah, I apologize for the trouble, I didn't see you in this light.
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Yeah, whatever. Just make sure it doesn't happen again.
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Mm. I wont. ...Did you also wake up her unexpectedly?
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[She sighs.]
You got a name?
tfw you don't realize autocorrect does you wrong, phone tags
i understand this pain well
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