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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
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Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice: the Musical, the Musical, the Musical
[It had all happened so quickly. A storm of light and sound, the terrified screams of Charles, Delia, Maxie D. and his sycophants, all accompanied by the ringing of maniacal laughter—which she may have joined the demon in indulging in—through the halls of the Maitlands' house.
"Guess we're not invisible anymore!" he'd said, snapped his fingers, and-
Now she was here. Lydia groggily rolls off the bench in her dressing room, yawning as she takes in her surroundings.]
You know, Beetlejuice, it really doesn't surprise me that you were a theater kid, but I figured you'd go for something... I dunno, a little more jazzy when you got around the redecorating? Something with pizazz that screams, "unfathomable horrors live here, turn back to whence you came lest you find you cannot return, mortal." Maybe with some tasteful obelisks.
...Beetlejuice?
Beetlejuice!
[Still nothing. Lydia knits her brows as she steps out into the hallway, head whipping back and forth. One call was usually enough to get the demon to show up, and three should have summoned him fully into the physical world. So where the Hell was he? Lydia wouldn't say that she was worried about him, but Beetlejuice did kick her parents out of the house, so she at least owed him.
Wait, was that-]
...I'm gonna take a guess and say you're not one of his wildly defective and deformed clones? [she says, half-smirking.]
Fright of Their Lives (This Petty Pace)
[Lydia is bored. So utterly bored. It only took a few days for her to completely memorize the floor layout of the theater, and a few days after that to familiarize herself with the maze of catwalks above it. There's practically nothing to do... except for Lydia's favorite hobby:
Messing with people.
She flops down from the rafters, hanging upside-down by her legs as she takes aim at her hopefully surprised victim.]
Scream for the camera.
[There's a click, then a bright flash as the camera takes the photo.
Hope you weren't having a particularly private or embarrassing moment, since Lydia's now immortalized it forever.]
The Whole Being Dead Thing (Cue Music)
[Lydia has experience with being dead. Not directly, of course, but she's been around enough dead people of various persuasions for it to barely faze her when she ended up being the first victim. Oh, what twisted irony that she finally got killed, but in a place where whatever afterlife her mother was in was out of reach.
At least Lydia is taking her position as first ghost very seriously. When the next victim rises into the spectral ether, she's right there to introduce them to the world of the dead... through song and dance.]
Hey, folks,
Begging your pardon
'Scuse me, sorry to barge in
Now let's skip the tears and start with the whole
Y'know
Being dead thing!
Cue Music
Upon opening his eyes, he realized that he was no longer in pain nor dying. Could this be the afterlife or some evil torture? To his surprise, what he saw approach him was not a foul creature...but Lydia, the girl who spoke with the dead!]
Lydia!
What am I seeing?
Have I become a ghostly being?
Somehow this doesn't feel freeing!
So where are we now?
Apart from
The dead thing!
>tfw things get chaotic you forget you had a muse I'M SO SORRY
We're doomed!
Enjoy the singing...
[Now this is the part that really sucks, from her limited experience. She gently floats down from the rafters, taking Angus with her as they descend upon his corpse. Lydia winces when she sees it. Stabbed in the eye with a slurpee straw could not have been the most pleasant way to go.]
Now the Sword of Damocles is swinging,
Unless we help their investigating,
They'll get killed themselves.
The whole being dead thing!
we all lost track of time's existence
Death has gotten me stressed
I can't protect my dearest friends
Now I'll never seem them again.
[Being ghosts doesn't help when they can't be seen. What can they do?]
speaking of losing track of time
But don't be freaked
Give a ghostly shriek
We can make them hear us even if we can't speak!
[Even though they can't directly advise their comrades... well, if they give a good enough haunting, they'll have to get noticed at some point, right? And if they haunt in the right places and give the right clues...]
This Petty Place
[Lydia, did you actually mean to snap a photo of the Radio? If not, too bad, that's who you're dealing with now.]
That kind of thing can blind a man, I've seen it happen! It was on an expedition to the arctic with Teddy Roosevelt, one of our Sherpas caught a camera flash full in the face and pow, lights out. Poor little lemming of a man wandered straight off an ice-flow, we never saw him again.
HEY PHASMA
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[Actually talking to human people still feels strange and wrong, but these are strange times.]
[Also he needs an audience for his completely legitimate and true and stories of historical adventure.]
Now, the wake, that was a raucous affair that lasted a full three days on the tundra. People still speak of it in awed whispers to this very day.
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Second only to funerals.
[Lydia knows that she probably tone down the morbid jokes or she'll get the brunt of the suspicion when the next trial comes around, but she can't resist.]
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And isn't a little morbidity a little called for, considering where we are? Somebody is bound to turn up dead sooner or later.
[Lydida spins around listlessly, holding her arms up and gesturing at her general surroundings.]
Prologue: Not Invisible Anymore
Who is Beetlejuice? Who are you? Are you human? Do you know where we are? Do you know how I got here? This is all very new, exciting, and confusing.
[She is a little overexcited. So, please forgive her for not introducing herself. Perhaps you can head her off by attempting to answer at least some of her questions.]
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(Okay, maybe she is a little amused anyways.)]
A colleague of mine, Lydia Deetz at your service, yes, no, and no. [She crosses her arms, looking Ariel up and down.] Damn. I'm guessing a breather hasn't seen you in a looooong time if you're this excited about li'l ol' me.
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Ariel at your service. You said your name is Lydia? I am just amazed that I am finally human. That is something I have longed for almost all my life. What is a breather? I am very excited to meet you. This is all so new and amazing.
[At least she has slowed her pace on the talking, a little.]
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[Lydia crosses her arms and cocks a single eyebrow.]
Huh, sounds like you're just like Beetlejuice, then. Except somehow even more isolated. A breather is slang for living human beings, as far as I can tell.
...maybe it's a good thing he isn't here. He'd probably be pissed if he had to deal with this.
D'ya know where "here" is, by the way?
Air or Water
[As excited as she is, she still has her priorities.]