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!

Comments

[swearonallmyspores]

[That vine comes to rest on Roul's shoulder, almost commiserating. There, there. ]

Sure it is, pal. They're just tryin' to get into your head. Hit you where it hurts.

[dechagny]

Obviously. [And he will stubbornly not take any kind of needling that tries to convince him otherwise.] Now. How are you so calm? Surely your images show some sort of...death by pesticide?

[swearonallmyspores]

How's it working?

[It'll just needle some more. Its a trier. ]

That'd only work if I was a pest, Buddy, which I'm not. There ain't much on that tiny television that can rattle these branches.

[dechagny]

Perfectly.

[The word is forced, if only to push against the needling.]

Really now? Because you seem awfully gifted in pestering, but if I am mistaken, I do apologize.

[No not really.]

[swearonallmyspores]

[Rude, Raoul, RUDE. ]

What you call pestering, I just call being friendly. We got to stick together here, right? Can't get all bloodthirsty now.

[dechagny]

[He'll be as rude as he likes IT'S BEEN A VERY STRESSFUL TIME OKAY]

Bloodthirsty? Why, I don't know what you mean. Stating a fact and committing a certain act are two completely different things. I have no intent to harm.

[At least not physically.]

[swearonallmyspores]

[Audrey II is not deterred. It leans a little closer, almost conspiratorial, voice silk and honey. ]

Maybe you don't, but do they? There's a lot of folks around here that you don't know. Who's to say they won't be pushed over the edge and come looking for an easy target. Some poor fella upset over something he saw on the little televisions, for instance?

[dechagny]

[Oh my gosh it does not let uuuuup]

Well! Then they shall have to look elsewhere, won't they? Because, in my own experience - though I cannot speak for the others, of course - the images I saw were farcical and fraudulent, and not worth hysterics. [Nah they are definitely worth a freakout which he will contain to his dressing room.] And besides, I would like to believe that those of us here possess a modicum of sense.

[swearonallmyspores]

[It absolutely does not. Ever.]

Right, of course. They were all lies. Real convincing lies.

[Twoey can you just...not, for live, five minutes,]

I'd like that too, pal, but let's face it; people do real stupid things when they're upset.

[Like chop a dead dentist up into plant food.]

[dechagny]

Our captor has incredible resources.

[I mean it's possible to fake all this. Right? Right!!]

Then I suppose I shall just have to ensure that the others - and myself - keep our heads!

[swearonallmyspores]

[The plant laughs, a deep, thruming sound. ]

Don't mind me. Private joke.

Anyway, that's mighty noble of you. Lookin' out for everyone else.

[dechagny]

Of course! It is only right that I do so.

[He'll even look out for you, as...loathe as he is to have to do it.]