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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Mal | Descendants

[callmeaschemer]

1) CURTAINS UP
[Mal groans a little, putting her hand to her head as if it would stop the feeling of pain stabbing through it. That had been a rough night of sleep, mostly because she got very little sleep. Blinking, she slowly looks around herself to see... not the disgusting pinks of her dorm room. She stand quickly, looking around warily.]

This is not Auradon

[She sees the door, and immediately heads for it, wrenching it open and looking out. She doesn't see anything familiar and steps outside. It isn't the Isle either, and she's sort of grateful for that. Mal's not sure how the Isle would be.]

So if it's not the Isle, and it's not sparkly Auradon, where the hell am I?


4) CURTAIN
[Someone's dead and people here actually seem to care about it. It's weirdly jarring. Back on the Isle... Well, it wasn't uncommon to see Hades hanging around. Mal just sits, staring around at how people are reacting. She's too used to people dying. So just sitting and staring is very much the normal reaction.]

[She wonders what happened though, to cause the death. That would be interesting to know]


5) CUE MUSIC
Can anybody hear me...

[Okay. What?]

Don't know what's going on...

[Mal looks incredibly confused, looking around herself to see who or what is causing this and how she can stop it all from happening. It wasn't that bursting into song wasn't an unusual thing - in Auradon they did it at the drop of a hat, and it happened occasionally on the Isle just to break from the dullness - but it wasn't exactly something she wanted happening, if that made sense]

Opened my mouth and it burst into song...


6)WILDCARD
[BRING YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!]

Curtain

[dechagny]

[Good God. Raoul's seen two dead bodies in his entire life, and now there's another one that's popped up. Granted, this one hasn't been hanged, but even death reminds him of Buquet and Piangi's corpses dangling before a sea of horrified opera-goers, of danger, of whispers in the night. So when he notices Mal just sitting there, looking around, he completely misinterprets her confusion for shock. He can't blame her for it, either - who wouldn't be shocked, especially a lady?

He comes to stand beside her, at a considerable distance.] Miss. If you are feeling faint, perhaps you might be better retiring to your room for now.

[callmeaschemer]

[The words are well meant, she can tell that much, but they still cause the reaction of an eyebrow being raised and a scoff to be issued from her mouth]

Yeah. No. No 'feeling faint' going on here.

[dechagny]

[Well that's an odd reaction, but...it's probably also due to the shock, he thinks, and nods respectfully.]

Ah. Good! Then surely you are made of considerable strength.

[He can respect women who can keep their heads like that. Not that he doesn't respect Christine - he loves her to heaven and back - but he does feel a fool for not having made sure to heed Madame Giry's advice for that moment the Phantom caught him unawares.]

[callmeaschemer]

Nah, I'm just used to seeing the dead.

[It's a shrug. Tilting her head slightly, the curiosity is clearer]

Anyone know how it happened?

[dechagny]

...

[Ah. So this is not shock. This is complacency. Raoul shakes his head. Uh, yeah, don't think about that too hard buddy. Answer the lady's question.]

I'm afraid I can't say. The...the murderer would, of course, but I highly doubt he would be forthcoming if we were to ask. As for myself, I don't know.

[callmeaschemer]

[Mal leans back, looking thoughtful]

Cabin fever's always possible, people don't do well trapped in places.

[dechagny]

Cabin - pardon, but a cabin fever?

[He has to stop himself from feeling his own forehead in worry that he, too, may become a murderous fiend.]

[callmeaschemer]

You know, when you go stir crazy from being trapped in a place?

[dechagny]

No, I don't know - at least, that there was such a term.

[callmeaschemer]

Well, there's your new thing learnt for the day.

[dechagny]

So it is.

Would such a drive really force someone to commit murder, though? [He asks, as if the Phantom isn't proof enough.]

[callmeaschemer]

Probably? People kill others for stupid reasons, at least that one has something behind it.

[dechagny]

But how can we even be sure we'll be released if any of us get away with murder? We're essentially at the whims of the madman who kidnapped us - who is to say he isn't lying?

[callmeaschemer]

[Mal shrugs]

Not my issue.

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[wickedestwitch]

"Well, I have a feeling this isn't Oz anymore either." Elphaba replies, arms crossing.

"And before you ask, no. I didn't kidnap everyone."

[callmeaschemer]

"Oz?" Mal tries to recall if she knows of the place. She thinks - thinks - there might have been a connection to it, years ago, but she's never really heard of anything since then. She shrugs. "Well, it's not Oz, it's not Auradon, we're really narrowing it down here."

"Okay, see, it's when you go round giving out statements like that, that people start to get suspicious. Better to play quiet and dumb like everyone else," she advises, leaning in and lowering her voice. "Not that you did bring us all here, but... just for future knowledge."

Curtains up

[solomonjihad]

[Here's a knowledgeable individual! She walks over, takes a breath, and--]

...I don't know.

[/S L O W C L A P]

[callmeaschemer]

[Mal just looks]

Well, that's fantastic.

[solomonjihad]

I just woke up here.

[She's...she's trying, honest]

Its not in Transylvania. Or Japan. Or at...least not a building I've been in.

[callmeaschemer]

I just woke up here, as well.

[Mal gives an annoyed sounding sigh]

And it's no where I've been.

[solomonjihad]

...Maybe we should look for an exit?

[That seems a good idea! Right?]

[callmeaschemer]

[A tilt of her head and then a nod]

Seems like an idea.

[solomonjihad]

[She nods, bringing her head up, just a little. This is how friends are made, right? When you're human?]

Then, let's go find the exit.

[callmeaschemer]

[Mal brushes her hands against her jacket, as if to remove any dust]

Sounds like a plan