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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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[And, well, revealing lots of other things too, but...]
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[Anna... how little you know about your own world.]
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Yes it is.
[Oh god]
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No it's not.
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Yes it is.
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[Ugh, ignorant humans. A slight tone of...arrogance? Annoyance? seeps into Astarte's voice.]
Magic and monsters that wield it are all real. They just don't like showing themselves because humans like you will just hunt them down. Humans who don't want to accept them or understand them.
So of course Undead hide those things.
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[She looks offended at that.]
I would love it if magic existed in my world! It'd make things... less boring? And who wouldn't want to be friends with someone who knows magic?
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[Wait what]
You want to meet an Undead?
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[The former sounds like a nightmare.]
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[The More You Know(TM)]
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Really? So I shouldn't want to meet a magical person then?
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I'm sorry. That sounds awful.
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[This is so weird. The human pities Undead? Is...that the end? Did she win? Wait, was this even a battle? But-]
It is.
[Is...she sad? This girl seems almost devastated by the revelation. Of course, she'd only just heard of them...but how? Weren't humans and Undead always fighting?...]
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If they exist in my world, I'll make sure no one hurts them.
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R...really?
[Holy...!!!!]
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[One day she will remember the trolls. They need to be kept safe as well.]
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That's what I do back home. I'm the protector of the Undead.
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