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thebackstage2016-09-14 10:07 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in thebackstage2016-09-14 10:07 pm
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IT'S CURTAINS 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 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!
Shiva Shingetsu Astarte | SeraMyu
[Right. This...this isn't...Japan. Or Transylvania. Or Eden. Or anywhere.
Who did this? Who was responsible? Why? Why is she gone from the places she knows!? She didn't fall asleep, she's sure of it. Oh Lilith, oh Lilith, oh Mother--
Little girl. The Presence in her mind, meanwhile, simply laughed at her panic. Look, you're all alone. What can you do now? Do you think she will save you? No.
"Stop...I...I'll save myself!"
And so, she bursts into...the hallway? The open? She doesn't process enough to care - and just shouts.]
Moon Astarte Power, Make-Up!
[.....]
Moon Astarte Power, Make-Up!
MAKE-UP!!
[She feels soft, throbbing pulses in her chest and stomach - the Presence always did that when she tried to transform, tried to hold her back - but...nothing. She felt nothing of her crystal. Nothing of her core. No power. Zero.
Her breath begins to quicken as she realizes. Even the Presence is silent. Then that means...her hands go to her head.]
Its not you...no, no no...help...me!!
This Petty Face
[Humans. So many of them. Not many monsters or true creatures of the night. If Mother had been here, maybe things could be different. Lilith could find their kind so quickly. Here, alone? She feels nothing.
Still, she...can't help but want to try to...be cordial, at least. The Presence mocks, always, when she tries. You're mine now. One day you will disappear. What do you care? How long will you cling to the silly hopes of a human psyche? How long will you buy into the foolishness of a sailor soldier's existence?
"I...want to do this."
So she approaches. Chances are, its during something awkward and not conducive to friend making. Its interrupting. But she'll come up close anyways, shoulders hunched and hands folded.]
I. Hello. What are you doing?
Break a Leg
[Astarte's hands shake as she folds the note up. No one needs to know, right? No one. Its a lie, always a lie. Humans and their allies lie. Why is she so sure the conductor of this farce is a human?
Because...humans lie. Except when they don't. When they are callous and follow through with their threats. Except...she doesn't know. She's trying not to panic. If this is revealed, she can't imagine how things will go. But...she can't just give into the game, right?
Even if not doing so would lead these humans to learn things they shouldn't know.]
I-I'm all right.
[Its clear she's not.]
Curtain
[Dead. Oh, the blood. All the blood. There's the ghost of a smile as the Presence watches, just for the moment, in the front of her mind. Good. Good. A dead human. Pitiful.
She shakes her head, and she's confused as she looks around. Did...it did, didn't it? Oh. Hopefully, no one thought she did this. She really didn't.
Oh, wait, in the corner--]
I...is that a knife?
Cue Music
[Ah, its all terrible. Astarte is so...confused. Conflicted. Without Lilith to explain things, how is she even alive and functioning as a human? With humans? She doesn't know.
Before she knows it, she is singing.]
There are so many things that I don't understand
There's a world within me that I cannot explain
Many rooms to explore, but the doors look the same
I am lost, like I don't even know my own name
I've been, for sometime, looking for someone
I need to know now
Please tell me who I am...
Curtains Up
Make-up? [She holds out the lipgloss in an offering. Her makeup bag is in her locker at school- but she does have this, at least!]
Re: Curtains Up
[Uh.
Uh???? She stares at the gloss, still panicking a bit.]
What...what are you doing?
no subject
You asked for make-up. [There's the tiniest pause.]
You're welcome!