act one; action.

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[Does the Dressing Room have a auditorium before? Well, it does now. Apparently, this new Aoko is walking by, curiously and somewhat worried, mostly about herself.]

This doesn't seem to be Tokyo at all. [She then sighs, before walking around pacing herself left and right, her voice now shaking in anger.]

Kuroba! You better not have kidnapped me for Daito again!

(OOC: [/nervousnervous] h-have an alternate universe Aoko from Glass Mask, manga verse. Basically, Aoko's an actress and Kuroba Kaito (Purple Rose/Masumi) is twenty-eight. Her rival is Akako. Have at it?)

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It's the part that Aoko's rehearsing. Aoko even has the script, though Aoko doesn't really need it.

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[Shinichi would never have imagined he'd miss hearing his mother blather on about stage related stuff, but this conversation is making him feel pleasantly nostalgic.] And why's that?

[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

Aoko already memorized the whole thing in one sitting!

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

No wonder you weren't happy to find yourself here -- you'll be looking forward to the rehearsals.

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[He's right. Of course she would, as long as she was away from Kuroba.] Yes, but Aoko believes that she can do it here, alone.

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

That's something at least. When you get hungry, there's a dining room on the first floor. It seems to be free, so don't worry about helping yourself.

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[She nods cheerfully!] Thank you Kudo-san! Though you really don't want to see my Aldis...it's probably really bad.

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

That's a hint for me to let you rehearse in peace? Fine, but let me know when you want an audience.

[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

[She smiles.] Thank you!

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

See you later, Nakamori-san!