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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!
Winslow Leach | Phantom of the Paradise
[What day was it?
Winslow remembers working on his Cantata for Swan...working tirelessly and long for the producer in that walled-off studio in the Paradise. He doesn't know what happened, he dozed off and now...it' gone.
His music, the studio, it's all gone. All that remains is this...this place. The burning gears in his mind began to work, crackling and fuming. Swan. It had to be him. He rushes, looking like a flowing black cape and spaceship.]
Swan...Swan...SWAN!
[This Petty Place]
[It wasn't the Paradise...nor was it anyplace that looked like Swan's Death Records studios. It felt so strange...it was a prison, but he had been in one prison or another, hadn't he? There were others trapped with him this time. Misery in company, after all.
But he kept himself at a distance. After all...his face was hidden under this mask. His voice...it was gone, all he had was but this box to speak with. To the outside world Winslow Leach was dead. He may as well be a ghost here as well.
Winslow has a talent for hiding. He likes to hid in the main rooms, looking for a way to escape, watching the others occasionally. But hey, sometimes others may see him.]
[Break a Leg]
[Who doesn't love music? Winslow gets his own special record, courtesy of everyone's favorite nostalgia band The Beach Bums. The song pours out. Already his eye twitches.]
That music...that music....
[His breathing gets uneven. That damned bastardized version of his song...that Swan STOLE. He can see the producer's sick grin his head.]
That's my music.
[No more. Winslow lets out a blood-curdling electronic scream. That's it, he needs to destroy the music right now.]
Where is it?!
[Cue Music]
[In the end, all Winslow knows and has is music. And when his life reaches a low, it's what he ultimately turns to. He knows this situation is dire, but all he has is his own bitterness to vent.]
Save some face
You know you only got one
Change your ways
While you're young
[Wildcard]
Curtains
Astarte blinks, before she steps forward, asking the very obvious and pertinent question when one starts screaming about SWAN.]
Where?
[She tries to peer into his room. Is there...is there a swan in there...]
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Somewhere in here, I know it!
[He moves right by his door, no going in there!]
This is another prison of his.
no subject
Still, her eyebrows raise when she hears him speak of it being a prison. Then, that which this monster speaks of...another monster? A swan demon, perhaps?]
How do you know?
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He gestures broadly at this dressing room.]
He's done it before. He's done it to me! This must be his new Paradise...
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[She looks around, again.]
I haven't seen any swans here, though. Not yet, at least.
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Swan is human as you...but you'd think he was the devil.
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[Something in her tone becomes slightly defensive, as she speaks.]
So he's just a human, then?
no subject
[Hes written of devils and and deals with them...but he never imagined them to be real.]
>He looks like it. Human or human-shaped he's one of the worst I have ever met.
Break a leg
Are you okay? What do you mean you're music?
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That is from my cantata Faust and it...
[He clenches his fists.]
Has been been mangled!
no subject
Oh. I'm sorry your cantata was mangled?
[He sounds like he's never heard of a cantata before.]
no subject
Remind him to explain a cantata later.]
No...don't be sorry...now I know Swan is behind all this
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[Because this seems like a weird scheme even if he likes to mangle cantatas.]
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[I mean no offense Winslow, but Seymour is just a florist with a small bit of fame from his plant.]
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He's used talentless hacks before to mangle other pieces of work!
[Winslow you were praising this guy like a month before you found out your music was stolen.]
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But I'm not a singer, Winslow, you know that.
[Well in the sense he has no real interest in becoming one professionally, but details.]