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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] 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.
dechagny: (done with this letter bullshit)

OTA

[personal profile] dechagny 2016-10-10 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raoul had assumed, upon waking, that he'd gotten sidetracked in his quest to find Christine after the curtains went down on Hannibal, that somehow he'd found himself in one of the smaller dressing rooms and his nerves had gotten the better of him. He hasn't gotten to know every inch of his new patronage, so the bed doesn't arouse suspicion - it's the lights on the vanity that do. Electric lights aren't a common thing in the 1880's, not yet, so he blinks blearily at them, subconsciously rubbing at his neck as he tries to get his bearings. When he emerges, it's with the silver key in his pocket and the thin program in his hands.

Augh - the hallway's too dim to read by. It's lucky the door to the lobby is so close to wherever he's woken up. If anyone ventures into the lobby, they will see Raoul, well-dressed and sitting upon one of the couches as he parses through the booklet with a furrowed brow, paused at his own page. He looks up when he hears you enter, and stands quickly, glancing at your face before flipping through the program and approaching.]


Excuse me! Excuse me, ah...[When he's close enough, he'll point to your entry in the program.] Would this happen to be you? I would like to ask you some questions - namely, where is this place, and do you know exactly what is going on?
Edited 2016-10-10 16:53 (UTC)
dontfeedplants: (Stick with that plant)

OTA

[personal profile] dontfeedplants 2016-10-10 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Seymour was not unused to the idea of sleeping in a tiny room, but the first thing that’s off to Seymour was just how comfortable his bed was. He couldn't remember the last time he had trouble getting out of bed.

When Seymour finally takes in what this room is definitely not his basement, his slight off feeling changed to a feeling of concern. Suddenly he is hit with the realization that he doesn't actually remember falling asleep.

Really his confusion is the only thing that's preventing him from freaking out.

Soon he spots the booklet and flips through it in hopes to get some idea as to why he's here.

And… that sure is a picture of him right there.]


“Actor”? [Did someone want to make a play out of his life? No, that didn’t make any sense, he only had small fame with Audrey II so far. Definitely not enough success to justify anyone wanting to write a play about him.

Besides he thought sadly I’m not even that interesting

He soon slowly exited his room, still unsure whether this was just a dream or not, and seeing how grand the building he was in was, he was more convinced that he was dreaming. Skid Row never had its own theater, but even if it had one, it wouldn’t have been even half as grand as the building he was in right now.

So Seymour is just going to wander the building, agape at the scenery and not actually looking where he's going. There is a good chance he might accidentally run into you.

With no exaggeration he is going to bump into at least half of you guys from his dazed wandering.]
superboyisalive: (charming)

OTA

[personal profile] superboyisalive 2016-10-10 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, this is new. Gabe looks around the room, trying to get his bearings. He's here. He's alive. It's certainly a new feeling for him, and one that he'll definitely be enjoying at every moment possible. However, for now, he realizes, he needs to figure out what's going on, where he is, and what he's expected to do.

Leaving through the booklet, his smile only widens when he sees one particular name. Natalie Goodman, the Invisible Girl. How ironic, but also how perfect. He scans the rest of the program, and sticks it in the back pocket of his pants, lazily. He's no actor, and the thought of someone actually playing him is one hell of a laugh, but he'll take it.

Leaving the room, he wanders out through the hallway to the lobby. Yes, this is going to be fantastic. As someone walks by, he waves cheerfully.]


Hey! Are you as surprised and stuck as I am here?
dechagny: (is not a total douchebag)

[personal profile] dechagny 2016-10-10 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh-

[People bumping into Raoul is not something that happens often, but when this fellow does it in the Lobby, he's not angry or anything - he's a little startled, but is quick to regain his composure. This man's face isn't familiar to Raoul, not immediately - he's still getting his bearings with the program, though the glasses are very distinct - but his manner of dress is unusual.]

Ah, steady now, sir - are you alright?
inforapenny: (like a fool)

OTA | press A for accidental bumping or B for da rules

[personal profile] inforapenny 2016-10-10 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Billy is immediately on the defensive when he wakes up in a place that he has no recognition of. It's not a jail cell, but it's small and claustrophobic and definitely not his apartment. His hoodie is wrinkled, but he zips it up and pulls it tighter even though he can feel the heat from the vanity lamps sinking into it. He stares at his reflection and flinches, blinking hard at the light.]

Where am I...?

[He picks up the pamphlet and flips through it, stopping when he sees his own face looking back at him. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.

Pulling his hoodie tighter around him for comfort, he leaves the room and looks around cautiously. His posture is subdued and withdrawn, but he's so focused on the carpet and on surveilling the walls and the chandeliers that he is definitely not looking where he is going in the slightest, making it inevitable that he's going to bump into somebody.]


Ah!

[But what catches his attention the most is the posted rules in the foyer.

Ohhh, suddenly he likes this even less.]


This has to be some kind of mistake...
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dontfeedplants: (What am I saying?)

[personal profile] dontfeedplants 2016-10-10 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Seymour nearly toppled to the floor himself, only barely managing to prevent himself from lying on the floor. He shoots back up, looking very embarrassed with himself.]

I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention-

[Okay, the fact that this person wasn't immediately cross with Seymour was enough to make him realize that something is off. He looks at the other man before pulling out his booklet, which he brought with him.

Don't ask questions.]


Aren't... aren't you one of the people in this thing? [Flips through the booklet and shows Raoul his entry.] Do you know what's going on? I think someone made a mistake.
dechagny: (aint no viscount got time for that)

[personal profile] dechagny 2016-10-10 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raoul makes to help the poor fellow up, but he's on his feet so quickly that he straightens up again, waving the apology off.] No need for apologies, it's quite alright.

[I mean, yeah, it's just an accident. 'S cool. Raoul blinks, surprised, when the other man pulls out his own pamphlet.]

Yes - yes, that is me, but I haven't the slightest clue as to what is happening. In fact, if you hadn't asked me first, I would have asked you the same.
dontfeedplants: (No way forget it)

B

[personal profile] dontfeedplants 2016-10-10 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow they don't end up ramming into each other as Seymour's dazed wandering is interrupted by this stranger just said.]

"A mistake"? [Was this guy not an actor too and has no idea why he would be in an opera theater? Out of curiosity he looks at what Billy is looking at.

And Seymour feels his heart stop.]

"K...kill..."?
[He turns to Billy, already looking a little desperate.] But why? I-I'm not even an actor! I shouldn't be here!
sunshineprincess: (♠ To take it slow)

A because... :V

[personal profile] sunshineprincess 2016-10-10 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anna wasn't quite sure if this place was dangerous or not, so she had set out to exploring in the same way she wold anything else: Let's run around and see if she can find something that might help!

Which in this case causes her to run right into someone. With an 'oof!' she plops down on the ground.]


H-Hey! Watch where you're going-

[She looks him up and down, frowning. What was with those strange clothes?]
rockthistown: (but at least i know the canon?)

[personal profile] rockthistown 2016-10-10 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hime might have had a panic attack in her room. But... time to be a hero and investigate! Right. She carefully (okay, shakily) takes her booklet and key and sneaks into the hall... using her clothing rack from her dressing room for cover. Because a moving rack of clothes isn't going to draw attention.

Once she gets out into the lobby, she pokes her head out from behind a spare hanging dress and gapes at her surroundings.]


Whaaaaaaaat!?
sunshineprincess: (♠ And hit the road)

OTA!!!!

[personal profile] sunshineprincess 2016-10-10 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anna, upon waking up, thought she was still dreaming. She was a rather heavy sleeper, but this? She's explored the entire castle so she knows this isn't the servants quarters. And that mirror with the strange lights? She had stood to check them out, caught her skirt on the trunk, and came crashing down.

She rubs her new sore spots, knowing they might bruise later. After a few more moments of checking out the room, she emerges, rubbing the tips of her right hand with thumb. Those strange glass lights were a lot hotter than they looked. She's standing in front of her door to check out just what this hallway was about.]


Why are there numbers on the door?

[A little while later Anna was walking into the lobby, head very much in the booklet. It's clear she's on her own page as she stops and crumples the booklet in her hands.]

I am not slightly disheveled!
dechagny: (cannot believe)

[personal profile] dechagny 2016-10-10 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raoul doesn't notice the sound of the rolling rack, he's too engrossed in his pamphlet entry. "The Charming Rival" - what is that even supposed to mean, he's not a rival to anyone. Though he is charming, thank you mysterious pamphlet.

It IS Hime's yell that startles the crap out of him, though, jumping as he's seated on one of the couches, the pamphlet flying up and fumbling out of his hands. He is definitely whipping around to take a look at the...blue...haired...girl?

What?]


...Dear God, are you well?!

[Because who yells like that other than people who are not well? Oh yeah, panicked people.]
dontfeedplants: (By and by)

[personal profile] dontfeedplants 2016-10-10 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Seymour shrinks and looks even more apologetic. Sorry Raoul you'll be getting a lot of this.]

Sorry, I have no idea. I've never even been in a building like this before in my life. [If his gaping wasn't a sign of that.]

This... this is probably just a dream though. Does losing cause weird dreams?

[That last bit was obviously Seymour talking to himself.]
dechagny: (here to help)

[personal profile] dechagny 2016-10-10 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Goodness, he's a sheepish sort, isn't he? Alright, well, if they're both clueless about what's going on, at the very least Raoul can be sensible. There's got to be an explanation, after all.]

If it is a dream, sir, it is an incredibly odd one, but I do believe I am awake, at the very least. [He looks around a little, eyes narrowed.] And I know this is not the opera house in which I was before. Tell me, have you seen anyone else yet, in this place? Anyone from the program?
blackstache: (014)

[personal profile] blackstache 2016-10-10 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hook is quick to note that this isn't his room, and it's immediately noted to be much more comfortable. The scent of blood is nonexistent here, and neither is the smell of seawater. It's curious, and he immediately thinks of it as some sort of prank conducted by that miserable Pan.

His attention is taken away from this upon inspection of the room, as he finds the booklet. James picks up the strange-looking booklet, and begins to read. He stops at his own entry, and chuckles.]


Such a delightfully handsome visage, if I do say so myself.

[He begins to read and his face sours, contouring into an expression of disgust.]

Captain Hook, [His eye twitches, and his mustache almost droops.] is not a washed-up coward.

[Oh, this takes immediate precedence. Such naysayers to the Hook name would be made to walk the plank, of course! He stomps out of his room, booklet impaled on his hook, and yells to nobody in particular.]

Who is responsible for this trite?! Who has attempted to sully the good name of Captain Hook?! Show yourself now!
catliketread: (☠ WOULD BE DISTINCTLY HEARD)

[personal profile] catliketread 2016-10-10 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Pirate King isn't used to staying on land. It's been at least thirteen years since he slept in a proper bed that wasn't on a boat, so waking up without feeling the steady rocking of the boat is beyond surreal.

The room itself is equally surreal, right down to the strange lights above the vanity. The Pirate King doesn't recognize exactly what the room is supposed to be, so he moves to stand and leave, only to pause after seeing the key and the program. He picks them both up and heads outside.

You might find him in the hallway just outside his room, where he's examining the star and tapping a finger to his chin. "The Pirate King" is listed on the star twice, along with two post-it notes with the same thing.]


Well, I am a Pirate King.

[...

.......

Where the hell is his crew to launch into song? It feels really weird just to say it like that...

Anyway, he'll move on to the lobby. This is absolutely nothing like anything he's seen before (the plays he has seen were so long ago and they were in much, much smaller theaters) and for a moment all he can do is stare upwards in awe. This place looks like it cost a fortune to construct. Those chandeliers alone are probably worth more than he's made in his life. But the beauty of this place can't captivate him forever, and his next concern lies with the windows.]


Boarded up, eh? Hmm...

[That's definitely interesting. He raps his knuckles experimentally against the shutter, then tries pulling on it. Nothing happens, of course, but it brings a sense of unease. What's the point in closing up the windows?

Finally, you might find the Pirate King sprawled out on one of the sofas in the lobby, finally looking through the booklet. He doesn't pay too much attention to the other people in there, but he stops dead when he notices a certain someone.]


That's me!

[Yes, that is definitely him. What a stunning picture! How did they get such a thing? The information in the book makes no sense whatsoever.]

An... An actor? As if someone could simply play a stunning individual like myself!?

[Well now he's sitting up and sounding offended. Clearly this is a worse insult than kidnapping him and taking him from his crew in the middle of a rockin' party.]
robitussin: (and you won't look so pale)

[personal profile] robitussin 2016-10-10 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as she wakes up, she realizes how wrong and unfamiliar this all feels. After a few moments of half asleep confusion, she shoves the covers off and hurries out of the bed, looking around in a panic. This can't be happening. It isn't long before she sees the key and the pamphlet. She grabs both, hurrying into the hall, where she starts reading it by the dim light.]

No way, no way, this can't be happening... Okay, breathe. Breathe—

[Of course, between reading over the information contained in the booklet and pacing in the dim light, she isn't really paying attention to where she's going or looking around for any other people. As such, she's liable to walk right into someone as she wanders around in a panic. When she inevitably does:]

Ow - hey, watch it!

[Because this was not her fault at all.]
robitussin: (and how can i enjoy)

[personal profile] robitussin 2016-10-10 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, read it right in front of me, that's not awkward or anything. But yeah, it's me.

[She sighs; she's aware everyone's probably going to glance over the other descriptions including hers, but it still isn't information she wants a group of strangers to know. It's another source of stress on top of the almost overwhelming disorientation waking up in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people has brought.]

And no, I don't know the answer to either of your questions. I'm gonna guess that's a theme around here.
superboyisalive: (orly)

[personal profile] superboyisalive 2016-10-10 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, well. Look who's bumping into him in the dark. Gabe's smile widens just a bit as he catches Nat's arm.]

Might say the same thing to you, wandering around without watching where you're going.

[He'll just stand her and enjoy this moment. Surprises can come in a minute.]
superboyisalive: (orly)

[personal profile] superboyisalive 2016-10-10 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably they're there to make sure we don't wander into someone else's room.

[There's a teenage boy lazily leaning against a door jamb, lost in thought.]

Or possibly someone just likes organization. That's also a good possibility.
rockthistown: (Default)

[personal profile] rockthistown 2016-10-10 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eep. Hime hides behind the rack again. She takes a few deep breaths, though, and slowly comes out from behind it.]

E-excuse me! This is a theatre, right?
superboyisalive: (whut)

[personal profile] superboyisalive 2016-10-10 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[So how many times is he going to have someone bump into him here? If this is some sort of side effect from being solid, he's not sure he likes it. However, he puts his hands up, a bit defensively.]

Woah, dude. Watch where you're going there. Something wrong?
robitussin: (they're sure this cure)

[personal profile] robitussin 2016-10-10 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[She pulls her arm out of his grip with a frown once she's certain she's not going to fall over from the impact, glaring at him. She hasn't looked over the entries in the program in depth yet, but even if she had - Goodman is a common enough last name, and it isn't like she has any reason to suspect the truth.]

Whatever.

[A sigh.]

Do you know how to get out of here?
superboyisalive: (creepy)

[personal profile] superboyisalive 2016-10-10 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope. Tried, too, but everything's locked tight as shit.

[He smiles a bit, a tiny smirk playing at his face.]

Sarcastic as always. Not a good way to make friends, sister dear.
sunshineprincess: (♥ Before we learn how to fly)

[personal profile] sunshineprincess 2016-10-10 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks from this stranger to her door behind her. Sure enough, there was a number. Seems her room is 18. Good to know.

Her gaze returns to him and she does a quick once over.]


... you're not from Arendelle, are you.