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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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Princess Anna?
[it's hard to mistake a girl with such striking red hair, even if she is ...lacking the normal grace royalty affords. it's no matter. he walks up to her in a matter of a few steps, which might look a little intimidating because intimidating was what he meant to be and the "smile" he's trying to sport doesn't do much for the whole thing, either.]
Your royal highness, I was asked to find you.
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Y-Yes?
[... that is a terrifying smile.]
You were? And who might you be?
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I am Javert, your royal highness. I was sent on behalf of Prince Hans.
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That was very kind of him, but I'm okay!
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[he gives her a once over and his expression seems to imply she's definitely not fine, what with the dishelvedness and the bruises, but lets her...keep up that pretense, sure.]
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Really? I mean, that's nice of him, but I barely know him. [Maybe it's because he's a prince? That's... the reason?]
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[javert frowns]
He said you were engaged.
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[Anna looks utterly confused now.]
We are?
[That's news to her. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?]
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But you do know him, yes? Has he hurt you?
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[She's had worse. Like riding her bike down the staircase and crashing.
Wait. Was this too much information to be telling a stranger?]
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[he repeats, in the way police men repeat things like they're making a record of it for later.]
And it was the first time you've ever been out of your castle?
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[Now she feels like she should be scared of this man, but at the same time not? He reminds her of one of the castle guards.]
My parents locked it all up when I was little. They never explained why, though, and they never did. [She looks sad now.] They passed away three years ago. Which is why my sister is queen now.
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And now you are locked up here...
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Yes... along with everyone else, like you.
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[he's not big on hope as a concept, he's big on rationality. but, also anna seems like the kind of person who could use some hope. he'll deal with hans later.]
Surely we will find a way.
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Thank you, Sir Javert. I know we can do it if we all stick together.
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[steal bread, murder someone, potato potahto]
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[he is the law and the law is not mocked.]
Watch out for Jean Valjean. The man has escaped prison several times to date. He may seem nice on the exterior, but he is a hardened criminal.
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If I meet him, I'll let you know!
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And if you need anything else....I'm sure I can find something I'm good at!
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[he says it like he thinks she's capable, at least! yay affirmation?]
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