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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2020-06-28 11:57 am
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overture, par deux

You awake in an unfamiliar bed.

It’s comfortable enough, at least, but it’s certainly not yours. The room, too, is unfamiliar. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and armoire comfortably alongside the vanity, especially with one wall nearly taken up entirely by an enormous gilt mirror, but hey - at least it’s cozy? Although that might be a little hard to appreciate when you have no idea how you got 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 startling information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…

The hallway outside is narrow but well-lit, lined with (mostly) 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. At least, it looks as though it must have been at one point. Now, it’s clearly seen better days - someone's made an attempt at cleaning, but the crystals glittering on the chandelier above are foggy with dust, and the red upholstery on all the furniture has faded.

A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, which is fantastic, because most of the windows in the building are shuttered. If you pass through the ballroom, you’ll notice the large windows on the upper level are not - but, despite what the clock claims, it looks like it’s night out there. As brightly as the room is lit, you can’t make out much of anything outside.

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.

In the lobby there are two sets of double-doors: a set that leads deeper into the Opera House and another leading out outside. For the moment, both doors leading outside are locked.

It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
recessives: (checkup from dad)

cw blood

[personal profile] recessives 2020-06-28 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hm! This is not her beautiful home, there is a distinct lack of her beautiful dad, and- oh, she has woken up covered in blood, that is also a concern! Pretty much everything about this is concerning, from the fact that she's waking up at all onwards!

So if you're down at the end of the hall by Room 14 for whatever reason, you might see a teenage girl running out of her room covered in blood! That's probably fine! She looks totally fine with this situation and doesn't seem to be panicking at all!

I would leave a second prompt but frankly I have no idea where she's going to progress beyond this, thanks true canonpoint. ]
Edited 2020-06-28 16:14 (UTC)
revelfree: (>.<)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wakes with a start. It isn't the first time he's awakened in a strange location, though usually his travelling companions were nearby to coax him back to where he needed to be.

He's on his feet in a moment, eyes squinting at the strange lights above him. He makes a note to think about it later -- for now his eyes settle on the paper in front of him. He picks it up, flipping through it quickly as his eyes take in the information on the page. Doubt flickers up within him as he studies the odd collection of faces, and then blooms into something more as his eyes settle on his own face.]


God's favorite. [He scoffs as he moves toward the door. It's thrown open quickly, half-expecting to find the bustling hall of an inn and the grinning face of some wise man nearby. Instead, he finds himself studying the rows of stars along the hall.

It isn't long until his gaze flicks back toward his own door. He reads the star twice, before storming down the hall. He reaches the main lobby and begins to shout.]


If this is a joke, then consider me sorely unamused!

[He... probably stands there shouting for awhile. Sorry! Eventually, though, he'll stop. And though he crumples the flyer in his hand and leaves it there, he'll make his way through the rest of whatever strange place he's found himself in --

And promptly get distracted by the display in the kitchen. Please don't mind this startled looking man standing in the middle of the room, ogling at the dishwasher.]
Edited 2020-06-28 16:20 (UTC)
revelfree: (:?)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[After yelling at various ceilings and appliances, Ariel stalks back toward his room. Or tries to. Because the second he enters the hall, there's a girl running by covered in blood.

Concerning!]


Madam? [He doesn't know what he's getting himself into, but there's a chance he might find an answer if he talks to someone else, so... He follows!]
redjoker: You sneering little punks (So shut your face and settle down)

[personal profile] redjoker 2020-06-28 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucky for Shilo (or unlucky if you actually know this guy), the man in room 18 is just stepping out of his room, heel of his left hand pressing into one eye as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, just as she's coming down the hall. When she's close enough he pulls his hand away from his face and stretches out his arm to stop her from running past.]

Hey. What the fuck's going on here?

[He looks remarkably unfazed by the sight of a panicked teenager caked in blood all things considered. Must be Tuesday.]
Edited 2020-06-28 16:29 (UTC)
isawallflower: (if i'd only made it)

[personal profile] isawallflower 2020-06-28 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is certainly not the sleepover Riley was at a few moments ago.

She knows this for sure because that sleepover had been in her basement, and the night - the long, long night - had just started. Try as she might, she can't remember leaving, or how she got here, or (at the bottom of her list of concerns) why she's in her Giles Corey High School tracksuit, over her usual uniform. The program, which she flips through briefly, only serves to confuse - and frighten - her more.

Authoritative. In control. Riley tells herself these things before venturing out into the hall, trying - and failing - to make herself appear like she a) knows what's going on and b) is not freaked out. It's only when she closes her door - back to the wall, as if worried someone's behind her - that she spies the star on it, and her name, and that title-

Well, she's still cautious, but a wave of indignation sweeps all that under the rug, for the moment. ]


Ex- excuse me? What is that supposed to--

[ Priorities, Riley. Priorities.

After some time, she ends up in the ballroom. All exploring thus far has been unhelpful, and it's done nothing to calm her nerves. An abandoned opera house? From someone who seems to know things about her, have a picture of her, a bunch of strangers—?

She's thinking this is the worst of it, at least until she learns whatever the kidnapper wants, until she sees that framed notice. That promptly sucks all the color from her cheeks. ]


Killing. Killing...? That- no. This just- no. No. No. I am- this is not some...some trashy, unrealistic...TV trash, this cannot- this is real life, that doesn't just- no!

[ That's about her feelings on the matter! ]
bloodycape: (pic#14089208)

[personal profile] bloodycape 2020-06-28 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Red wakes with a start. The bed is soft, but it's leagues away from the twisting branches of the woods she'd been walking. Throwing open the door to room 4 and looking at into the hallway doesn't bring her any closer to finding herself either.

The small girl rubs her eyes fiercely. She can't be seeing this.
]

...maybe I shouldn't have eaten all those sweets. [...] Mother will be furious.

[Once she regains her bearings-- of course she knows she needs to look for her way out. But there are a lot of rooms and a lot of temptation.]

Stay focused. Back to the woods, back to Granny's house...

[But that kitchen...]

...just... a few moments won't hurt, right?
isawallflower: (and i try)

[personal profile] isawallflower 2020-06-28 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You know what's a totally, absolutely helpful reaction here?

Another screaming girl!

Riley sees Shilo covered in blood and tries to get out something like oh my god, are you alright, do you need me to call someone, is there a maniac with a knife out there but all that comes out is a shriek. ]
revelfree: (>.<)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are a lot of small girls freaking out over things. Making a point of not hovering ominously behind someone, Ariel drifts closer to the sign to give it a read.]

Quite the long intermission [He muses. He isn't sure what the big deal of it is until.... oh.]

Killing? [He looks back toward the girl and promptly puts his hands up. Good thing he didn't do that looming thing.] This truly is a joke in poor taste.
37773972: (but spin my wheels)

lobby

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-06-28 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You and me both, buddy.

[...is this guy a renfaire worker or something. Stephen unconsciously scratches the side of his head as he looks him over, frowning a little]

So you've got no idea how we got here, either?
recessives: (and rest til my blood's all clean!)

[personal profile] recessives 2020-06-28 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You know, she's never been called "madam" before? This is because she has only ever talked to one person before, yes, but. It still weirdly gets her attention. ]

Huh? I...

[ Wait. She's not supposed to talk to strangers. But also? This might be extenuating circumstances??? ]

Hello? Do- Do you know what's happening?
reassuranceandrevolution: (We strike tonight)

[personal profile] reassuranceandrevolution 2020-06-28 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[A loud bang-clang echos through the opera house from the front lobby, accompanied by a shout of frustration.]

Oh, come on!

[Another loud bang-clang as Sigyn rams the large tuba into the front doors. They, of course, do not budge, which only seems to anger the tall woman even more. A few loose braids have worked their way out of the ponytail meant to restrain them. She takes a step back, panting heavily, and surveys the completely whole and undamaged doors. The tuba is not fairing as well.]
Edited 2020-06-28 16:37 (UTC)
revelfree: (:o)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Hello. Ariel will stop yelling for a moment, he supposes.]

I am afraid not. I thought it a joke from my crew, perhaps -- stranding me in a strange palace with nary a clue to where I was, but surely it would not go on so long. [He glances over the other man, and the odd clothes he wears. A new fashion from a distant land, perhaps?]

Or involve such a large group of others.
etincelledefierte: (quelle surprise)

[personal profile] etincelledefierte 2020-06-28 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claudine's exploring has led her down the hallway, and honestly, it's all she can do not to actually scream in surprise. That surprise immediately leads to concern, though.]

Hey! Are you all right?

[Look, she's not good with scary things.]

There has to be a first aid kit around here somewhere...
recessives: (rest again and by then it's like 7:15!)

[personal profile] recessives 2020-06-28 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that's life in the big space future, i guess

at least the bluntness of it all gets shilo to calm down some. focus, at least for a second. ]


I... really have no idea.
37773972: (and there's nothing to hold)

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-06-28 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, to be fair, he has woken up disorientated before, and fairly recently at that - but that led to nothing good, and Browning has no reason to believe this is good, either.

...even less. An opera house?]


How the hell did I get here...?

[He lingers in the hallway for a little bit, looking over the doors, almost half-expecting to find one he recognizes, but- nothing. A few odd names, but nothing that rings any bells. He presses his lips together in a thin, unhappy line before going back to his room for a little bit, if only because it seems that whatever this is?

This is purposeful. And he's...somewhat certain this wasn't done by the same people who terrified Edgar, and, assuming they're the same? Who killed his mentor.

Still. Killing is apparently involved somehow, someway. And that very much bothers him.

You'll be able to find him exploring practically everywhere- maybe even coming across you as you're doing the same, giving you a wry look]


Any chance you have a clue what's going on?
revelfree: (:?)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well...... That's a sight. Very odd and definitely not going to be productive at all.

Nope. Not at all.]


Would you like a hand? [Let's make this a.... twoba.]
recessives: (or maybe two or three)

[personal profile] recessives 2020-06-28 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well you know what's super helpful in the face of a scream? Just kind of. Freezing up, because you already did your scream and not a single thing makes sense today! ]
revelfree: (knifecat)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid not. [It's probably not a good sign that she's covered in blood and has no idea what's happening. But seeing as how he hasn't bothered to look at the rules, he's not overly concerned.

Yet.]


Do you know why you are... [He motions to her.] In the state that you are?
reassuranceandrevolution: (Default)

Re: cw blood

[personal profile] reassuranceandrevolution 2020-06-28 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[After a brief survey of her own room, Sigyn opens the door to go out into the hallway. Only a moment later a girl comes out of a room past hers and runs by.

Covered in blood.

Sigyn hurries to catch up to her.]


Ma'am! Are you okay?
isawallflower: (that declares the 'worst team ever')

[personal profile] isawallflower 2020-06-28 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The unfamiliar voice of an older man? Perfect! The positively perfect thing to hear!

Riley spins around, wishing she had some kind of- heck, even a lamp? Something to brandish that might look even a tad bit threatening? ]


Do not come a single step closer or-- [ Wait. Wait, a little bit of recognition flashes through her eyes, as she searches his face. ] You were...one of the people in that pamphlet.
garbageface: (and what about it?)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-06-28 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Santana wakes in a room that is not hers, and for a moment, she lets herself panic. What the hell? Is this some bad dream? But then she catches sight of her flushed, panting face in the giant mirror and frowns. She's got to pull herself together -- panic is not a good look.

She spends some time fixing herself up -- ponytail tight, face clear, clothes fitting just right -- before exiting room 17 and making her debut into the hallway, strutting down it like the queen bee she is. Her eyes forward, chin up, commanding -- unless she's sparing an absolutely withering look into one of the other dressing rooms.

She'll eventually make her way to the ballroom, where she studies the rules with a fair amount of disdain. ]


Ugh, what kind of nerd frames the rules?

[ That's some real Rachel Berry-style content. ]

recessives: (checkup from dad)

[personal profile] recessives 2020-06-28 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I... I don't think this is mine!

[ You can see, perhaps! The Issue! ]
37773972: (and there's nothing to hold)

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-06-28 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[


bruh]



...right. I guess there's- a good number of us.

[.............]

What's the last thing you remember?
reassuranceandrevolution: (But our chains are weapons too)

[personal profile] reassuranceandrevolution 2020-06-28 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sigyn turns to the man and gives a small nod]

Don't know if it'll work, but yeah, lets go for it.

[She hefts the tuba into a good position to act as a battering ram.]

Name's Sigyn, by the way.
revelfree: (:D)

[personal profile] revelfree 2020-06-28 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The... ferocity is kind of adorable, honestly. Like a kitten puffed up and spitting. Despite his amusement, Ariel obliges the request and steps back.]

Aye. As were you. [He vaguely recalls her face, though not her name or any other information. He'd left the damned thing crumpled somewhere, some time ago.]

Take this as you wish, but I can assure you that I bear no ill-will toward you, milady.

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