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thebackstage2020-05-17 11:58 pm
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It's Curtains Act 2 Test Drive
1) CURTAINS UP
You’ve just woken up in a small dressing room, which is certainly not where you went to bed last night. Actually, do you even remember going to sleep…? Regardless, this isn't where you last were, and if you leave your room you’re going to find a lot of other people in the same state.Go out and socialize! Most of these people may be strangers, but you’re gonna all have to get used to one another. And who knows? There may actually be a familiar face in the crowd.
2) THIS PETTY PACE
By now, you're acquainted with everybody here and you're slowly growing bored. Bored enough to kill? Hopefully not. You'd better try to find something else to do. You can always go hang out with your castmates, or maybe try and whip something up in the kitchen! There’s also a music room to keep you busy! I sure hope you like music.3) BREAK A LEG
Comedies are fun and all, but that’s not quite what we’re about here. You’ve all just been handed this week’s motive. What do you make of it? Is it one that might actually tempt you to kill, or did you get off lightly this time? Either way, maybe you’d better look around the room and see who else is having a rough time.4) CURTAIN
It was bound to happen eventually. Someone is dead, and now it's time to go off and investigate. Were they close to you? Are you, perhaps, feeling guilty? Either way, it's probably best not to leave anyone alone right now.5) CUE MUSIC
Feelings in a murder-opera can get pretty gosh darn intense. Sometimes you’ve just got to let it out. And hey, if you sing a song about whatever’s going on in your head, maybe someone will hear and come help you? Either way, this is a musical – there’s not really any reason not to sing. [Mod Note: The song mechanic is meant to be fluid and simple. You do not have to produce your own song lyrics, nor are you required to use show tunes (although we do encourage it!). If you want to rewrite existing lyrics to fit the situation, go for it! Anything goes - if Mumford and Sons expresses your character’s current emotions, then break out the banjos. We want to keep the musical mechanic as fun and simple as we can to encourage our players to use it as much as they like.]
6) WILDCARD
Make up your own prompt!--
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Angus McFife XIII | Gloryhammer saga
[And so, the valiant warrior Angus McFife awakes in a new dimension, not having recalled ever falling asleep. Stranger yet, he is in a rather pleasant room.
This had to be a trick! Angus leaps off his rather small bed, his cape swirling behind him in a perfect arc, and finds that his hand is devoid of any weapon. He searches underneath the bed: nothing. The dresser: nothing. There was no where else in this room where it could have been hidden. This could only mean one thing...Angus had been captured and taken prisoner by Zargothrax's forces!
He flings the door leading outside wide open to scare any foes that dared subdue him. Incredibly, there no bars of iron, no sinister guards, and no sign that he is in an evil land. There are humans that resembled civilians...or at least the appeared to be so.]
You there! [Angus points an accusatory finger and whoever had the fortune to be near his room.] What is this place, and where did you take my hammer?
This Petty Place
[He had fought a gigantic army of demons. He had battled alongside the legendary Ser Proletius and his spaceknights. He had survived many deadly events, including an encounter with the Dark Sorcerer of Auchtermuchty, and traveled through spacetime. Here, Angus McFife finds a new challenge.
Boredom.
How can a warrior prince ever be bored when there is ruling and defending the galaxy to be done? How could one man who had the entire solar system as his home survive being confined to a small building with little to do?
And thus, the idle hero finds himself in the music room. What a collection! Why, he could learn just about anything he wants as long as he has a proper teacher.] Perhaps the trumpet? It seems simple, but there must be some trick to it...
[Yes, this requires some mighty pondering.]
Break a Leg
[Angus glares at his envelope when the Stage Manager requests they open it and, powerless to stop himself from investigating, finds a picture of his late friend. A mighty, proud, and all man with a braided beard and armor made from wolf stands in the photograph.
The image is crushed in Angus' hand.]
How can I trust you to bring him back? Surely, your plan is to use dark magic to raise all of these people from the dead for your sinister plans! [Without any way to attack their captor, he throws the crumpled piece of paper at the speaker.]
no subject
Good morning! I don't know where we are, and I don't have any hammers with me.
[Stellar introduction, cuts right to the point.]
no subject
[And if this mysterious girl was at ease here, then what could this place be?]
no subject
[She's just. Anthy. That's why.]
Do you not, as well?
no subject
[No to her question, and no at the incredulity of this situation.]
You don't appear to be in danger. Could it be that that we are not prisoners...but why are we left with no answers? [This is a mystery, indeed!]
no subject
[It's an almost contemplative observation.]
This Petty Place
A trumpet! I recognize that one. I have never played it before. Does it work anything like a snarfblatt? If so, then I could show you how to play it.
[No, Ariel. You cannot play an instrument. Your instrument is your voice. Also, a snarfblatt is not a thing. Perhaps someone should educate her - quickly.]
no subject
I have never heard of a snarfblatt. Is it something from your world?
[He does hold out out for her.] Here. You can try it.
no subject
The snarfblatt is a human instrument. It is usually brown or black. It can have designs on the sides. It is has a blow-hole on each side; one to blow in and another where the music comes out. There are no other holes or buttons.
[Ariel holds down three keys and blows, letting go of one at a time. Okay, so a short scale, no need to cover your ears... yet. Still, she is no virtuoso.]
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Thank you. [He says the moment Ariel pauses her song.] I can see that you're blowing into it in an odd fashion.
[He can find other loud instruments, then. Do they have bagpipes, he wonders.]
Here it comes...
Oh, I am? Should it be more like this?
[Ariel puts the trumpets to her lips again. She covers two holes and blows very hard. Time to cover your ears!]
no subject
This is just discordant noise, like an evil spell cast by a chaos wizard to demotivate entire armies. Angus flinches and covers his ears.]
Hold on! [He hopes she can hear him over the "music".]
What was that?
Yes? What's wrong? I guess that was not right, either.
[Did she really not just hear that? Perhaps she should stick to singing. Maybe Angus can play the bagpipes for her... outdoors.]