IT'S CURTAINS 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 sloooowlllyyyy 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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Shilo Wallace | Repo! the Genetic Opera

[wanttogooutside]

1 - Curtain's Up
[Shilo looks around, panicked and worried. This isn't home. She's not at home and her Dad isn't here and she doesn't know where she is. She grasps at her wrist, feeling her watch there and running her fingers along it for comfort. Slowly, she opens the door and looks out. A wave of fresh air hits her and she's almost overcome by it. Her eyes widen and she looks around. A single thought comes to her mind: she's outside]

Where is this...?


2 - This Petty Place
[Shilo's never really had to cook for herself before, so she stands in the kitchen with a rather blank looks on her face. Her Dad had always taken care of everything, and even on the rare times he let her come out of her room to eat, the meals were always already for her to have and then return to her room. She looks around]

Um... do you know how to work... anything here?


5 - Cue Music
[Singing to herself was nothing new, she did it a lot in her room. Practicing Mag's songs into her mirror and dreaming stupid dreams about maybe one day getting up there to sing herself. She knew it could never happen but her dreams were all she had]

Now I am ... outside.
Not sure what to do ... outside.
Wondering if I should have stayed... inside.

[Having one of them come true wasn't as great as it seemed]


6 - Wildcard
[Bring Your Own Adventure]

Cue Music

[dechagny]

[A child in the middle of this mess. A child. It is absolutely deplorable, in Raoul's opinion, to throw a child (though she may be 17) into the middle of this. And when she sings...well, it's beautiful and small and a bit haunting in its words. If this was outside, then what was inside to her? He wants to ask...]

What would you do...outside
If this, to you, is outside
And not inside, which is inside to me

Inside of what I cannot say
But outside, where night and day
Can be seen is outside to me

[wanttogooutside]

[Shilo looks over at the man. He's tall, she thinks. Not as tall as her Dad, but still tall. Or maybe just tall to her. What was inside to her?]

My life was my room,
Four walls that stood tall
Now they are gone, and I am here
When freedom rings, I seem to stall.

[dechagny]

[Raoul's brows knit together.]

What manner of man
Kept you locked away
From all of freedom
Without a word of say?

[wanttogooutside]

[Shilo pulls at the hem of her dress, feeling uncomfortable with the words. They implied her Dad did something wrong, and he didn't.]

I'm infected... by my genetics
To keep me safe, my Father the medic,
keeps me inside, away from all grime,
away from anything that could lessen my time.

[dechagny]

[Oh, so she's sick...Raoul feels foolish immediately. Way to be rude to a young lady.]

Born unto illness
I offer sympathy, miss
And apology one hundred fold
If I offended you with questions bold

Your story rings familiar
Of the plot of another
Who would take someone dear to me and bind her forever
So my concern overrode what I should have done proper

[wanttogooutside]

You did not know,
There is no fault,
Please do not concern yourself, Sir.

But if you can,
Tell the tale,
Of the one who did suffer?

[It's shyly asked, because she did hear him say how this one would take someone from him but... she cannot help but be curious

[dechagny]

[It's alright to ask - it was an open issue back home, one he was working so hard to stop. And hey, if this warns others of the Phantom, then they can only be safer if it is he who is behind all of this.]

...It is a tale of love
And of death, and of a monster
Who lives beneath an opera and stalks those who live above
But in particular, Christine

Christine, Christine...
Her song made angels weep
And no more beautiful a heart I'd seen
Since last I saw Christine

But the monster, he would take her
For his own and into darkness
Not caring for her whims
And ignoring all her distress

[wanttogooutside]

A monster of his own heart,
Or of others scorn?

[She's not sure why she asks, but she does]

Though to steal someone away...
His life must have gone so wrong.

Curtain's Up

[dieformymusic]

[Is she another performer? Is this perhaps another Paradise theater by a different name? He's been exploring this strange, yet familiar dressing room when he spies another person. They lacked awareness of the situation either. Winslow feels hesitant showing his face, choosing to hide by a curtain as he answers in his crackled electronic voice.]

Another prison, perhaps.

Are you also on contract?

[Another performer of Swan?]

[wanttogooutside]

[Shilo looks around, trying to find the source of the electronic voice]

No, I'm just... I'm just me.

[dieformymusic]

[He's not too far, right by his own room actually.]

Just you...no Death Records?

[wanttogooutside]

[Okay, so that's a new one for her]

I don't know what "Death Records" is. I don't know how I got here.

[dieformymusic]

...then you must be a prisoner here, like me.

It feels familiar...but it's not anything like I know.

[wanttogooutside]

I don't know anything like this. I only know my room.

[dieformymusic]

Your room? You mean you're...?

[A prisoner? Trapped?]

[wanttogooutside]

[Shilo fretted her hands together]

I have a blood disease. It's ... It's better if I stay inside.

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[littlegirl_littlecurl]

"Nope!"

Theres an emphasized pop on the P of that answer. Darla cant cook for the life of her. But she has managed to scavange some junk food.

"Animal Cracker?"

[wanttogooutside]

Shilo looks at the box of crackers and shrugs, before nodding her head.

"Yeah, okay."

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

Darla smiles sweetly when Shilo takes a cracker, then helps herself.
"You knoooow~.... we can probably get someone here to cook something for us."

She crunches a few pieces off each cookie, just the heads though, then the legs.

[wanttogooutside]

Shilo thinks about that for a moment. "We might need to," she says. "I don't know what I'm doing. Dad always took care of everything." She bites into the cracker and chews on it for a few moments.

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

"Max always cooked for me. Or brought snacks. I never have to do anything like that."
More like she can't but that's beside the point.

"Either way, it will be easy to have someone do it for us."

[wanttogooutside]

"Dad always said I wasn't well enough," Shilo said. "Do you think we'll be able to get someone to show us?"

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

"Oh, sure. Getting grown-ups to do things is one of my many skills."

She snacks thoughtfully on another cracker.
"Are you sick or something?"

[wanttogooutside]

Shilo nods. "I have a blood disease."