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itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
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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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[.....WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS???]
Microwaves heat food, Valjean-san.
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[don't feel like you have to go into mechanical detail m8 it's fine]
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Yes, like an oven. A smaller, more instant oven.
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[If your fire is too hot that's crazy unsafe?]
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Let me show you... Let's see. [yo do we have any instant foods around here my dude]
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Thank you for taking the time.
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It's far simpler than you'd imagine. [Behold, the spinning heating thing] When this clock reaches zero, that will be ready to eat.
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How does it know how much heat to use? And...where is the heat coming from?
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[how do]
It generates it? Itself? I frankly don't know how to explain it beyond that?
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[The timer goes off, startling him a little. He hadn't expected it to shriek.]
- as long as it works.
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(she totally meant to do that, watching him jump is funny)]
Yes, see... [Behold, a totally edible hot pocket.] Food.
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a substance]
What is it?
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Valjean takes a bite of the hot pocket]
It is... [what can one say about this] ...very hot.
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D-ne lets out a chuckle.]
That is why they are called that.
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Is this what people in the future eat? [I'm gonna be real with you right now, hot pockets are gross af]
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It is one choice! There are many kinds of food, Valjean-san.
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