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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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[All these places she's never heard of.]
I'm not surprised with a name like Skid Row.
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[Geez where is she from?]
Yeah, I've been wanting to move out all my life but I'm too broke to even think about doing that.
[And Seymour just kind of wistfully stares off into the distance.]
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[Arendelle. Probably somewhere in the magical land of Norway.
She can't imagine being broke.]
Maybe you need a benefactor? Or a trade partner?
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[It felt weird saying that, but this woman was just acting really weird.]
Besides, we probably can't afford trade partners.
[And who from another are would want flowers specifically from Skid Row without the strange and interesting plant?]
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[Her timeline is after Joan of Arc and the same time as Tangled... who knows what years those are.]
Then maybe an investor? Those exist where you're from, right?
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[Sorry Anna.]
Also... uh sorry, but I think you still need money to get an investor
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We don't have electricity where I'm from, so maybe... way early in the past?
[When was electricity invented?]
You don't even have money for an investor?
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[Like super early.]
We've had maybe one good day of business in my life?
... Actually, I'm not even sure if investors would want to go anywhere near a business in Skid Row.
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[That sounds sad...]
Do you get very many customers?
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[His life is sad Anna.]
Not... really, we were lucky to get any customers some days. [Suddenly he perks up.] But yesterday was really busy, probably the busiest it's ever been.
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[Is it all as sad as your life?]
Oh! That's great! You must have sold so many flowers! Like roses, or peonies, or daisies... they all sound so nice right now.
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[Sweats.]
It was great. [Sighs.] I wish we had some plants here. If we're staying here I don't know what else I can do with my time.
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[Plants would be nice.]
I know we haven't been here long... but I miss being able to look outside already.
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[Seymour you said yourself that she probably didn't know what refrigerators are.]
Me too. They... they can't block us from the outside forever, can they?
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[She sighs softly.]
I hope not. I'll go crazy without sunlight.
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[Like plants.]
Surely the person behind this would have some way to let light in?
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[Sads and all.]
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[Thinks on it.]
I'm sure whoever brought us here wouldn't mind having some natural lights in here. This place is too beautiful that they wouldn't want us uncomfortable?
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[Who would it hurt?]
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[Seymour...]
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At... at least we're not alone?
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I'd never in a million years even think about it!
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