A.N - Did someone say they wanted fanficiton of my Pippin OC? No? Too bad, here's some anyways. This is mostly based on my friend's and I's interpretation on how the Players function and another work on here called "Magic to Do". Hope you enjoy!
They woke up in a small unfamiliar bedroom. It was plain, nothing more than a bed, drawers, and a small closet. Impersonal. Not that they minded it. It would probably be a lot stranger to wake up in a bedroom that had someone else's personal items already in there.
They squinted at the blurriness of everything and groped at the drawers until they found their glasses sitting neatly right next to the bed. A small piece of paper fluttered to the ground. They reached down and picked it up. It was a short handwritten note.
"Leotards and undergarments are in the drawers. Everything else is in the closet. Get dressed and come outside when you're ready. :)"
It was the small happy face that made them slightly concerned about their current situation. The language seemed so impersonal, but to add the small personal touch of a happy face really threw off the tone of the rest of the note. They disregard the note and jumped out of the bed. They were mildly startled at the long white night shirt they were wearing, from what they remembered they never owned at night shirt in their life.
They blinked at that thought, they couldn't remember anything. What was their name? Who were they? How did they end up here? Perhaps they were in an accident and this what heaven really looked like. They practically rip off the night shirt from the anxiety and fling open the drawers. The sooner they got dressed, the sooner they could find somebody to give them some answers.
They finally opened the closet, inside was a few pairs of pants, a couple of skirts thrown in, one formal suit, one formal dress, a couple of sweaters, and a few plain colored t shirts. A large variety of dance shoes filled the bottom floor of the closet, with only one pair of sneakers. They ended settling on the blue jeans, black t shirt, and a maroon cardigan. They tied the laces to their sneakers and gave themselves a quick glance in the small mirror that hung in the closet. Presentable. For their current situation.
The door opened easily, leading them into a plain hallway. It was quiet, no one standing around, no doors open. The deep fear that they had died and that this was heaven reappeared, but was quickly shoved back down. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, with the same doors with a plaque saying who was in each room. They spun back around to find the same plaque on their door with a name written on it.
"Val."
Val. Alright then, their name must be Val. That seemed right. Slowly, but surely, some memories trickled down to them. Their name is Val. They're sixteen.
That was all they could remember.
A strange mixture of adrenaline and determination made them take off at a quick pace down the hall. Their footsteps echo off the walls. The hallway seemed to go on forever until they reached a stairwell. They practically jumped down the stairs when they suddenly bumped into someone.
"Oh! Sorry!" The woman had a short brown bob and was carrying a pair of nude character shoes. "You're Val aren't you?"
"Yeah." Their voice sounded raspy, as if they haven't used it for a long time.
"I'm so glad to see you up! At first the Leading Player was going to wait for you to wake up so she could show you around, but the acrobatics rehearsal needed her to look over a new routine, so she asked me to keep an eye on you. But of course, they needed me in a dance rehearsal so I had to leave. But rehearsal just ended and I was coming to check on you, but you're already up." The woman smiled brightly. "My name's Florence. Do you have any questions?"
"Where am I?"If they spoke quietly, their voice actually sounded normal.
"You're in the Player's domain." Florence started walking down the hallway. "Do you mind walking with me to my room? I need to drop off my shoes."
They nodded and was practically jogging trying to keep up with her. "What's a Player?"
"Well, a Player is," Florence stops in front of door, only to open it and throw her shoes in. "They're like, I'm not quiet sure how to explain it. But, you're a Player! I'm a Player. We're all Players here. You should ask that question to the Leading Player."
"Who's that?"
"The Leading Player is, well, the Leading Player. She's in charge. She's the one who makes the schedule for rehearsals, makes sure everyone's on the right track, stuff like that." Florence led them to a small sitting room. Other than two men playing chess in the far corner of the room, it was empty. She took a seat at a small table. They pulled up another chair to the table.
"What are we rehearsing for?"
"Different shows mostly. Musicals, straight plays, things like that. We're here to entertain. Although," Florence leaned across the table closer to them. "Don't mention this in front of the Leading Player, but,"
"Don't mention what in front of the Leading Player?" Florence jumped out of her chair.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" They turned their head. Another woman stood there, dressed in all black. Her black hair was neatly pulled back into a bun. Her top showed off her well toned arms.
"I see our newest Player decided to wake up." The Leading Player smiled at them. "How's it going, Val?"
They fell in love instantly.
