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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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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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[With most of them in some degree of panic (herself included), it might take a while for them to become productive.]
I mean, they have to have brought us here for a reason. I bet we'll hear from them soon.
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[ Man, Hans just wanted to marry a princess and live happily ever after, this is the worst. ]
I hope whoever's behind this can explain themselves. I was kind of in the middle of something before this!
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[ The pamphlets... ]
You don't really think they expect us to put on a play, do you?
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[Which isn't an idea she wants to dwell on for very long. She sighs.]
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Well I hope at least we get some kind of explanation soon. Kidnapping royalty is a capital offense.
[ But would his family care if he got kidnapped? Probably not. ]
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[Despite everything strange that's happened to her today, that sticks out as especially strange.]
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I never said I'd approve, I'm just stating a fact.
[ It's a crime, okay!! ]
I'm a prince-- it seems like there are more than a few princesses here as well. Doesn't that seem strange to you?
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[But she won't press on it any further, since he's made it clear that isn't what he meant.]
Uh, yeah, that's a ridiculously high royalty to normal people ratio.
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That's what I mean. Why kidnap a bunch of royals and otherwise normal people and make them put on a show?
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