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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Eponine / Les Miserables

[lutin]

1. Curtain's up

Eponine stirs and settles down again without properly waking up. She's never been so comfy, nor so deliciously warm in her life. When her eyes eventually do flicker open, she finds she's somehow curled on a velvet chaise long in a strange, oddly grand room. Gas lights smoke and a sweet smell seems to cling to the air. Slowly, she pulls the thick gold brocade that had been covering her from around her so she can sit up and properly take everything in.
It's not a prison and it's not like any house she's ever been it.

Eponine wanders over to the dressing table: the source of the sweet smell is evident in the crystal glass of powder, complete with the fluffy pouf on top. She pockets an odd silver looking hip flask that was on the side, before picking up a patterned hairbrush and stroking it gently over her matted hair. She poses in the mirror, fixing her hair, and plucking at her rags in an attempt to make herself the more appealing. She hums tunelessly as she goes. But then the door creaks, and Eponine's head snaps round. She drops the brush, and it falls with a clatter onto the dressing table.

"Monsieur? Madame?" She feigns a boldness she doesn't feel. "Do you… I didn't quite mean to come in 'ere."

4. Curtain

Eponine looks sullenly at the dead body in front of her. She'd been a good woman, that one. She'd helped Eponine to brush her hair once. But deaths happen. It's just how it is. It's nothing that can be helped, and Eponine will not be losing sleep over this one.

Or she wouldn't… except. Well. Well, it looks bad. There's a knife, the small one, like what Montparnasse had. And there's the fact that the woman had been robbed blind. There was nothing left on her that was worth taking. Even her boots. It was just a coincidence, of course, that Eponine had found some boots just recently. She hadn't done it. But it certainly looked as if she had. And what decent person would not suspect the scum of doing it?

Eponine decides to make a run for it, and begins to push her way quickly through the crowd gathering around her.

Cue music
For the last few days, Eponine's been wandering around almost in a daze. It's just so glorious. Food whenever she wants. A comfy place to rest her head, proper blankets, the most strange clothes in the world. But oh - how glorious to be able to try on a pretty dress rather than her rags. She's smiling the more every day.

And one day, she can't help but hum, "A whole new world. A new and dazzling point of view. No one to tell me no, or where to go, or say I'm only dreaming."