It's Curtains Act 2 Test Drive

[stagemanagers]

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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Sigyn | The Bifrost Incident

[reassuranceandrevolution]

2 - This Petty Place
[There is a amazing smell coming from the kitchen. Should you choose to investigate you'll see Sigyn sitting on the counter next to the oven with a spoon full of cookie dough. The timer on the oven's face is counting down from 5 minutes. A gentle smile crosses her face as she holds out a spatula, also covered in cookie dough.]

Want to help me clean up?

3 - Break a Leg
[It's late, long after lights out, the only light shining from the kitchen illuminates the hallway just enough to help one navigate from end to end. In the kitchen Sigyn stands at the island where a single knife lays. She isn't looking at it when you enter. Instead her attention is so focused on the picture in her hand she doesn't even realize you've entered until you say something.

Her eyes are red, though dry, as if there are no more tears to cry.]

4- Curtain
[ Looking at her, one would think the body in front of Sigyn had not affect on her. She examines them carefully, respectfully, but without showing a shred.

Gently, she closes the victim's eyes and stands, letting out a long sigh. Finally a sort of weariness settling around her shoulders.]

This never gets easier.

3

[isawallflower]

[ Riley's not stupid. Being out this late, in this environment, it's... Well, it's not very safe. But, sometimes you want to stretch your legs and all you have is a small dressing room! It sucks! So, maybe you...go out and wander, just a little. And...kind of gravitate toward the one shining light, expecting no one else to be here, after- well, after what they were given today.

But.

Well, Riley's not stupid, but she's not great at seeing the full picture; if she felt claustrophobic in there, it only stands to reason someone else would too.

She stands in the doorway, silhouette casting a shadow across the kitchen. Oh, man. Oh, jeez. And Sigyn's just not...saying anything? At all? With that knife there? Riley's a bit nervous to turn around, now. ]

U-uh... Hi?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn jumps and her grip on the photo loosens enough that it slips from her fingers.]

Riley!

[ The picture floats to the island top. A red haired woman smiles at whoever was holding the camera]

What's up? Is everything okay?

[isawallflower]

[ The photo catches her attention, but- but it's the knife that Riley keeps her eyes trained on. She feels like she should laugh. ]

That's a question I was going to ask you. Hooow long have you been here...?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Just...[The clock on the wall reads much later than when she'd entered.] An hour or so.

[Sigyn follows her line of sight to the knife.]

I wasn't-- Riley, This isn't-[She sighs, her shoulders dragging down] Norns, who am I kidding? This is exactly what it looks like.

[isawallflower]

[ An hour. Standing here. Riley raises an eyebrow and...well, taking a step back into the dark hallway isn't a good idea but she sure considers it. ]

If you try to kill me, I can scream really, really loud. [ Just! Getting that straight!! ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I wasn't going to kill you, you sleep too lightly. [Sigyn rubs her eyes with the heels of her palm.]

I'm not going to kill anyone. She wouldn't want to come back like that.

2

[nobodysbismuth]

Uh...sure.

[Bismuth eyes the spatula goop doubtfully.]

What is that?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

It's cookie dough.

[Sigyn licks some of the dough off her own spoon]

Have you never had cookie dough?

[nobodysbismuth]

Don't normally eat!

[so, no, for a lot of reasons sorta]

What's it made out of?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Odd, but there are several interesting characters here. Bismuth doesn't strike Sigyn as exactly human anyways.]

Flour, butter, eggs sugar, chocolate, and a little bit of salt.

[nobodysbismuth]

[Well, she knows what a lot of those things are individually!]

Huh! How's it taste?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Sweet, a little salty?

[Sigyn hums and takes another bite of dough. She's never really thought about the taste before, it's always just been 'cookie dough']

Might taste different to you, though?

2

[mcfife]

[Angus is no expert in baking, but cleaning sounds simple enough. He gives Sigyn and enthusiastic nod.]

Of course. [A clenched fist to prove by how much he swears to help her in her minute of need.] ...How do I get started?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

You can start by eating the cookie dough off this.

[She hands him the dough covered spatula]

While I clean out the bowl.

[mcfife]

[He grips the spatula and considers it sagely.]

What kind is it? [He swipes some off with a finger.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Chocolate chip.

[She scrapes the side of the bowl with the spoon, gathering more dough]

Found a big bag in the cupboard and figured we could use a pick-me-up.

[mcfife]

[He pauses just as he eats some off his finger in alarm.]

Wouldn't it be just like the stage managers to put something harmful in this?

[Like poison? He doesn't taste anything off, but considering the lack of morality from the people running this, he wouldn't trust much of anything nice given to them.]

4 - Curtain

[arieltritonsdaughter]

[Oh, no. Oh, no. Not again. Ariel has just entered the room. She sees the body. She hears Sigyn sigh and speak. When she is done, Ariel starts speaking quietly and slowly, but her voice gets higher and more frantic.]

No, it definitely does not get easier. How many is that now? Four? When will this nightmare end? What are we going to do?

[Ariel starts to cry. Sobs shake her whole body and she sits down, right there on the floor. She leans her back against the nearest wall.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Moving away from the body, Sigyn kneels in front of Ariel's crumpled form]

Hey, Ariel, look at me.

[Her voice is stern, but somehow still warm.]

We are not going to let them get to us. They want us to break, and we are not giving them that satisfaction, okay?

Let's get started

[arieltritonsdaughter]

[Ariel looks up at Sigyn's insistence. She sees something that sparks a fire in her. Suddenly, Ariel remembers that she is a princess of the sea. She stands up and her voice is firm.]

You are right. We won't break. Now, let's find out who did this and why. Then we can worry about taking down our captors and getting out of here.

[Ariel starts looking around the room. She still tries not to look too closely at the body. Even after what they have been through, she is not used to such violence yet.]

Do you see anything that could tell us what happened? Do you have any idea who did this? How should we proceed?

3

[redjoker]

[Back on the Aurora, Jonny would be one of two things at this time of night: drunk or sleeping off the drinking from the afternoon. With the severe lack of available vices in the theater, his nights have very much consisted of wandering the halls and stirring up trouble where he can. Tonight, however, the merchandise booth has granted him a little nugget of kindness and slid him a bottle of New Constantinople rum he hasn't had the pleasure of savoring in...oh, a few centuries at least. He's just finishing a swig when he meanders into the kitchen.

The knife catches his attention first because of course it does. It's only after a beat that he glances at Sigyn and silently takes in her expression before stepping to the opposite side of the island. He takes another long drink from his bottle, studying her for a long minute before setting the bottle down and sliding it across the counter top toward her.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[She doesn't move until the bottle hits the counter. A small jump, the picture slipping from her fingers and onto the island top as she moves to catch the bottle before it slides off the island. A red haired woman who's perhaps a bit too thin smiles from the camera.]

Wha- [She looks down at the bottle, only vaguely recognizing the label, a fancy import rum from one of the systems outside of Yggdrasil.]

Jonny? What are you doing up? Is everything alright?

[redjoker]

Ah, the usual. Looking for a fight, finding teenagers. [He shrugs his shoulders and leans his side against the island, elbow on the counter top.] Not that I'm against fighting teenagers but it's not nearly as fun when they're twiggy limbs and body odor and emotional constipation.

[He glances at the photograph and then nods toward the bottle.]

You look like a woman who could use a drink. Relax, it's not poisoned. Believe me, I'd know. [He's sampled just about every deadly poison known to humanity and some only known to a specific breed of space hummingbird.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Honestly right now, Sigyn doesn't know if she would care if there were poison in the drink. She takes a long drink straight from the bottle, feeling the burn as it goes down. It tastes like shit, but it will get the job done.]

Thanks.

[She slides the bottle back to Jonny]

And thanks for not fighting the teenagers. Don't think it'd really be a fair fight. [The admonishment is lacking the typical stern quality Jonny has no doubt grown accustomed to.]