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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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Far from it, I'd say. I was at a royal ball before this.
[ But Hans returns the smile. If he's not panicking, then Hans won't panic, that seems simple enough! ]
And the pamphlets? Do they expect us to put on a play, or what?
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[There's very little that makes Gabe panic. His mother does enough of that for the both of them.]
I'm not sure. There's no script, just... a casting call for... us, it seems. Really strange, I think.
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It was a coronation ball. With so many people around, I can't believe they grabbed me.
[ And Anna too? Why would they even grab Hans? To say he's confused would be putting it mildly. ]
Whoever's behind this must have been planning this for a while. It doesn't make sense otherwise...
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[Suburban America is a bit lacking in formal dances. Prom doesn't count.]
Why do you think that? I mean, yeah, we all seem to be from different places, but why do you think that's a sign of long-term planning?
[He's just curious here. Gabe's not the deepest thinker in the group.]
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[ Thanks, Disney. ]
Well, they printed out booklets and seem to have prepared everything for some kind of play. They can't have done all that in one night, could they?
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[A nod and a shrug.]
Yeah, you're probably right. Sure, you could print this crap in an hour or so, but getting all of this information, that does take time.
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Not to mention the fact that the information is... not exactly flattering for some of us.
[ Dang, that would be one super fast printing press! What is modern technology? ]
There has to be some reason behind it all.