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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!
Sibella Hallward | A Gentleman's Guide
[Finding herself in a dressing room was peculiar at best. She wasn't made for the show business, just to be entertained by it. Still, Sibella found herself curious of what was available to her- and became momentarily distracted by her reflection in the mirror. Good God, was that how she looked?
With a wrinkle of her nose, she closed the distance between herself and the mirror and leaned in closer.] Ugh.
[Reaching for a brush, she smoothed her carefully coiffed hair to perfection, and set it down just after. Minor issues with her makeup were quickly fixed, her corset properly tightened to give the proper amount of... fluff... and she was turning from her spot to peer outside the door.]
Monty, darling? [Cooed in a sing song voice as she glanced down the hallways.] Phoebe?
[ This Petty Pace ]
[Sibella made her way to the wine as soon as she found her way to the kitchen- she could not bear the thought of stomaching food just yet, but when she found herself hungry, she would do best by fluttering her eyelashes at anyone who looked like they knew what they were doing.
Until then, this beautiful red wine looked like it would do, and because she didn't want to be caught drinking alone, she pulled two glasses. If you come across her, she smirk and coyly glance your way.] Would you care to join me?
[ curtain ]
[Sibella wasn't a woman that scared easily- though one would argue that a dead body was plenty scary. She stared at the poor soul, with a look easily confused for shock as one eyebrow raised and she pressed her fingertips to the stomach of her corset.]
That poor fellow. [She may comment breathlessly if someone approaches the scene, tearing her gaze away from the body in a practiced motion. Though morbid curiosity may get the better of her, it is still a dead body- and appropriately grotesque as one might expect of the recently deceased.]
Petty Pace
Is... is that alcohol?
no subject
It is... A nice red wine- I'm sure the vintage is fantastic, though it's hard to tell when it is after my time.
no subject
My Dad doesn't let me have alcohol
[...She's still looking at the bottle, though]
no subject
It's your choice, darling... But is your father here? And are you not of legal age?
[... Sibs, that should have been your first question.]
no subject
[That's the more honest answer. He could be here. Maybe? She hasn't seen anyone she knows]