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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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I'm afraid I have not, monsieur. Though there are certainly many young women here...far too many, for such a place as this.
[He's rather selfishly glad Cosette is not among them.]
She is the princess, yes? Do you know her?
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Yes, I agree. [ Young ladies have no place in dangerous opera houses! ] I'm not sure what kind of sick joke these people think they're running, printing all those things in that pamphlet...
[ Like, it makes Hans sound like a sad orphan? He's totally not. His family definitely loves him. ]
Yes, she and I had just been engaged before I woke up here. She is a princess, though I would say I am no mirror.
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[ I mean, maybe Valjean is just a good guy who makes money and brings home the bread. ]
You have my thanks, sir. I've been fortunate enough to have found others willing to assist me, but I'll appreciate all the help I can get.
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[yeah that's totally it look at him providing for the fam]
Are you from Arendelle as well?
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[ I mean, small compared to a palace, but u know. ]
I am not, actually. [ He bows. ] Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, at your service, sir.
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[HA lord there is a significant likelihood that he's going to jail after this. Valjean bows as well. He hasn't really got any idea how to properly greet a prince, but the man doesn't seem one to stand on ceremony. Not really anything to do about it here anyway.]
It is smaller than the Opéra Le Peletier, at least. I have never been inside, but I know the building well. Besides, many thousands of people pass it every day - no one could ever board it up like this without attracting attention. [Which, of course, begs the question of what exactly is going on outside this place.]
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[ When you're thirteenth in line, you stop trying to fake it after a while. They can worry about pleasantries when Hans gets his own kingdom.... ]
Do you think we might be in Paris? I can't imagine so many of us could go missing without someone taking notice... help must be on the way.
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There are few who would look for me, except for my daughter. With so many royals here, though, help must be on its way.
But no, I cannot imagine we are in Paris...it would be difficult to keep such a large secret in a city like that. And there are so many here from distant lands - Madame Hamilton is from America! Surely she could not be kept insensible during such a long journey?