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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[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.]