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It's Curtains Act 3 Test Drive
1) CURTAINS UP
You’ve just woken up in some kind of dorm 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 worse still - there's other people waking up in the same room with you, in the same state.Talk to your roommates! Go out and meet everyone from the other rooms! 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 slowly 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 even a band 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) I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL
It's Club Day! What's Club Day, you ask? Come to the classroom on the poster to find out! It looks like this week's club is Bread Club. Be wary, when you enter the classroom you'll face a shower of various bread slices but be rewarded with a surprisingly fancy layout of spreads and jams to go with them. Don't mind the oddly threatening poster on the far wall. He's just here to supervise. 
5) 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.6) CUE MUSIC
Feelings in a murder-school 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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farrah | we are the tigers
[Farrah's head is pounding, and her body aches. Is this what old people have to deal with when they drink? If so, consider her unsigned up. She sits up, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead, groaning dramatically as she moves.]
Ugh. What did I drink? [and where can she get some more?]
[Hopefully there's no murder in Bread Club]
[Hey, club days are meant to be taken seriously. Farrah may seem weirdly spirited, as she waves any newcomers over to where she's sitting atop a desk, surrounded by small piles of bread spread with nutella, marmalade, and even a hot chili sauce.]
They're either trying to fatten us up, or make us fall into a carb overload. [She says it dryly, but there's a little bit of a smile.]
I'm all for it.
bread club
She's busy grabbing as much bread as will fit in her jacket when the girl at the table nearby says something...truly bizarre. Eurydice frowns, a bit skeptical and also worried that she's missing something. ]
What do you mean, carb overload?
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Bread Club
Orpheus | Hadestown
[ Well this is - unusual. Orpheus takes a moment after waking to realize that this isn't his room above the bar, but when he does he sits upright, looking around with a groggy sort of shock. ]
II. I came to this strange worldOh, um. Hello! [ he says, waving over at the person in the bed across from his. ] Do you know where we are?
[ He looks sort of sheepish about having to ask, like there's a chance he somehow wound up here by accident, or managed to miss the explanation for why he's suddenly waking up in an unfamiliar room with a stranger. ]
[ In an entirely predictable turn of events, Oprheus immediately finds his way to the music room. He misses his guitar, anxious about where it could've wound up without him, and while other instruments aren't exactly a proper substitute being able to play does help him take his mind off of things. Sitting at the piano, he plays a slow, contemplative piece, singing the words under his breath. ]
V. Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and takeKéklyth’ Helikōna bathýdendron
haì láchete Diòs eribrómou
thýgatres euṓlenoi
mólete sunómaimon hína Phoîbon
ōidaîsi mélpsēte chryseokómān
hòs anà dikórymba Parnassídos
tāsde petérās hédran ham agaklytaîs
Delphísin Kastalídos euýdrou
nā́mat’ epinísetai, Delphòn anà prōna
manteîon ephépōn págon
[ Yeah, that's not in English. The familiar may be able to pin it down as Attic Greek, if they're listening carefully enough. It's a hymn to Apollo that his mother taught him a long, long time ago, and with things as confusing as they are right now he feels like calling for some divine insight is appropriate. ]
[ Orpheus is... not taking this whole death thing well. He didn't know the victim, having managed to miss talking to them, but the thought of what happened to them makes something go painfully tight in his chest and throat. Looking pale and alarmed, he hangs back as the others investigate, trying not to stare at the body. ]
Who could do something like this? And why? Just to get out? [ It doesn't make any sense. Everyone had been getting along so well! Anxiously, he runs his hands through his hair and turns away, shaking his head. ]
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She'll investigate it later. For now, she's worried about Orpheus. Eurydice turns towards him, laying a hand gently -- protectively -- on his back. When she speaks, it's barely above a whisper. ]
I don't know. People do stupid things when they're desperate. What's important now is that we stay safe.
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Lumpy Space Princess | Adventure Time
Uuugh-!
[That dialogue tag doesn't do justice to how drawn out and full of put-upon suffering that groan is, but don't worry. The- very purple? young woman bobbing out into the dormitory hallways will make sure you understand her suffering. By which we mean if no one immediately gives her attention or sympathy, she'll look around, annoyed, before finding a new spot and repeating it.]
This place is so BORING! It's like a nerd school for nerds! I'm too hot for this!
»Break a Leg«
Nope! Nope nope nope nope!
[That first motive's a little rough, the classic hostage situation; not that LSP seemed to especially care about the strange, conjoined lumps of purple that were apparently her parents. No, she didn't especially care until it became obvious that other people were deeply disturbed, and possibly considering taking the Wizard's offer.]
[At which point she rapidly grabbed up a large amount of supplies from the woodshop classroom and got back to her room as quickly as possible.]
I am not getting lumping murdered by one of you losers! Just cause I'm the prettiest one here doesn't mean I'm gonna be an easy target, you hear me?!
[Her door is shut, but she's pretty clearly nailing up a barricade on the other side. ...Which does not actually prevent her door from being opened, they open outward and she hasn't apparently nailed it shut yet.]
[But doing so will earn you a claw hammer shoved menacingly into your face.]
Oh glob, you're trying it already! WELL YOU'RE NOT GONNA MURDER ME, YOU HEAR? I'LL LUMPING SMASH YOU!
»Play Rehearsal«
Ugh.
[She is surveying the available spread with disdain.]
What, we're just supposed to spread our own jam like poor people?
»Wildcard«
[Come at me scrubs.]
Break a Leg
[He was simply investigating the banging noises, yet for his valiant efforts, he was struck by a hammer. He held his armored forearm up to block it, suffering only a dull pain as she struck.]
Hey-Cease! I do not mean you harm!
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connor murphy | dear evan hansen
3. my whole universe
5. and i was a footnote, a slim second verse
2 - I'm only a little sorry, also I don't have an actually appropriate icon for this
[That is certainly an attempt at striking some kind of pose in the kitchen doorway, as Connor- really rips into that dough? That's probably fine. Also LSP doesn't actually care.]
You got the ovens running already, or is that just you?
[wonk]
don't be this is hilarious
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blind mag | repo! the genetic opera | cw for mention of eye gore in the first prompt
[Waking up is not what Mag expected. Not after gouging out her eyes and promptly being made to fall onto spikes onstage. At least she had made her point, she thinks.
She blinks a few times. She can see, that much is clear. Eventually she’ll leave her room.
She’s just going to set up what passes for tea and food in one of the main rooms. If you are a lost-looking person, she’s going to wave you over for a chat.]
[cue music]
[There has to be a piano in this place, and Mag eventually tracks it down. Anyone passing by will hear 🎶:]
Once a long time ago, there lived a bird, an ill-fated bird called Chromaggia
She flew towards an archer’s arrow off the islands of Saint Paul
For years, she fled from the arrow, believing it was chasing her...
curtains up
When Mag waves at him, he looks around as if expecting someone else, and then silently, inquisitively, points at himself. He's not gonna risk interrupting a scene, if there's one happening, but if she wants to talk to him...?]
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Curtains Up
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ROBO_head | Cytus II
[For those of you just waking up, you may be quite surprised to see a young man, sitting in the corner of the room. His back is straight, and his hands are still with both eyes closed. He could be considered to be sleeping, or perhaps meditating, but his sutras aren't exactly common.]
Warning: unauthorized boot loader. Starting power on self test... Found 1024 CPU cores. Memory integrity check... Initializing ELA for learning acceleration... Initializing IO peripherals, Eighties Enterprise persistent storage controller, Body-Hack sensor controller, TAKASHI Inc. extensive serial bus...
[He just keeps going on like that for several moments, until finally murmuring:]
Visual analyzer initialized.
[At that instant, he opens his eyes. His face is rather blank as he scans his surroundings.]
Environment scanning... complete. This unit's location appears to be in an educational complex. GPS indicates distance to Node 08 is...
[There's a slight narrowing of his eyes then, a confused quirk in his brow.]
This unit's directional parameters must be in need of repair... along with this unit's...
[He looks down at himself, and nearly jumps out of his seat, turning his hands over in faint surprise.]
This is not this unit's body.
Analyzing failures while my fingers break the record
[Once ROBO_head somewhat adjusts to his new 'situation,' he's quick to investigate. He has much to analyze if he has any hope of finding a way out of here and back to his apartment, after all.
He can be found poking his head into each room, usually offering a mechanical wave when he spots someone else.]
Hello. I assume you are new to this school. This unit is as well. Perhaps you would like to accompany this unit in a search of the facility?
[Once he reaches the band room, though, all bets are off. He makes a beeline to the instruments, studying each one with obvious fascination. It's quite easy to hear the commotion he's making rummaging around for different instruments, and fiddling with the keyboard's input. Perhaps you might hear him playing a song, though how he got the keyboard to make all those sounds is anyone's guess.]
analyzing
Oh...you mean me? Um...sure, I guess?
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BMO | Adventure Time
HOORAY!
[A small, green-haired child is running through the halls of Gershwin Academy, laughing delightedly.]
BMO is a real boy!
»This Petty Pace«
[If you're coming into the kitchen, there's a ridiculously large spread of foods now available. It's a lot of breakfast foods, but there's sausages, cake, charcuterie trays, pizza, sushi- someone's been busy.]
[Someone pretty obviously being BMO. They've even got a little apron and chef's hat from somewhere.]
It's not ready yet! Take a seat but don't touch anything.
[They sound very serious about this.]
We will need energy for our first day of school. It's very important. So this meal must be perfect, so don't touch until it's finished.
[And suddenly, very seriously-]
Or I will have to kill you.
[There's a quiet moment, and then BMO laughs and turns back to cooking. That's probably fine.]
»Curtains«
Oh.
[Well, that's definitely a body. It's not great! The fact that it's a body belonging to Steven Quartz Cutie-Pie DeMayo Diamond Universe, Most Likely To Be A Househusband, is just the sad little cherry on top of the awful sundae. Maybe the pink gem-shards are sprinkles of depression, maybe they're just a worrying additional detail.]
[BMO sits quietly for a moment, looking at the scene.]
This is real bad. One of us is a dirt murderer.
[They stand up, looking serious.]
This case is going to be rough. You prepared to be as hard-boiled as needed, partner?
»Wildcard«
[Choose your own adventure
time.]petty pace
[ thomas jefferson is pointing at a pizza ]
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janis | mean girls
[ Hm. So this is some kind of murder school. She's pretty sure she read something about a video game like this once? But for the life of her she can't remember. It's much less like a horror movie than she expected being kidnapped and told to murder would be!
Anyway, if the jacket didn't already make an impression, this sure will, as she approaches anyone else and just. ]
Hi, Katniss Everdeen here, quick question: What the fuck?
3. ...of fear and lust and...
[ So! The powers that be have gotten into the swing of motives, and this week it's hostages. True mean girl bullshit, but with murder. She can almost respect it, or she would if it weren't the person that it is. ]
Oh buddy, I do not know what kind of galaxy brain move you think you're making by picking her, but you can count me out of the running this week.
4. ... bread?
[ Rather than being too concerned with the piles of bread, Janis has pilfered some art supplies from elsewhere and, munching idly on a baguette, seems to be busy with the poster! It's hard to tell with her blocking him, but there definitely seem to be some... improvements at play. ]
Hey, come over here, I need a second opinion before I do any more damage to Master and Commander over here.
1/2
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Antonio Salieri | Mozart l'Opera Rock
[To say that this is an odd situation is a bit of an understatement. Salieri would go so far as to think this a sick joke if there weren't other people in utterly strange, unrecognizable outfits, talking in strange, unrecognizable ways.
Normally in these sorts of situations, he'd allow his friend(???) Count Rosenberg to go first and interact with the masses; draw attention with his outfits and his makeup and his wigs and his loud, overbearing personality while Salieri stands back and watches. There's plenty to be learned from observation, after all, and it has often served him well in Court to think first and speak second.
However, there's no Rosenberg here. At least, not that he's been able to discern, and that leaves his usual tactic at a bit of a disadvantage. With no one here that he can yet watch scream for the manager (metaphorical or otherwise,) it becomes slightly harder to read the room. Still possible, of course, but it means there's no one for everyone's attention to gravitate to, meaning he looks less like he's allowing the Emperor's steward his due time to speak and more like he's just some very anti-social creep standing in the shadows and watching. Which is definitely cool and fine and not creepy, especially when you look more like someone at a Vampire: The Masquerade LARP and less like a famous court composer lol]
II. well it's not heart and soul but it's ok i guess
[Things have calmed down slightly. Enough that Salieri has decided to extract himself from his Lurking Corner to try and find another way to process all of this. He's thankfully found himself in the band room in front of a fortepiano that looks like it thinks it's Opposite Day, considering the black keys are white and the white keys are black.
Most peculiar.
He decides that this is something that he is annoyed about, a slight downturn to the corners of his mouth the only indication. After all, better to focus his annoyance on something like this than, oh, say, the whole "you have to kill someone and get away with it to leave haha isn't that fun" thing. That he would prefer not to think about at the moment. The tuning, as well, is a bit off, not to mention how heavy and clunky and loud the instrument sounds. Like the hammer on the strings were less carefully carved wood and more boulders being dropped onto the strings.
He mentally adds these to his list of grievances.
Nevertheless, despite these hardships, he settles himself down to play a bit of something he's been tinkering with just before he wound up here. It sounds odd on this instrument, but with some adjustment, he settles in to mentally work a bit and try and just calm down a little.]
IV. sometimes you just gotta gorge yourself on carbs yknow??
[Do you ever have one of those days where you think, "this might as well happen?"
Today is that day for Salieri.
Really, of all the things he was expecting out of this place, getting rained on by slices of bread(??) wasn't on the list. And yet, here he is, standing in the doorway, pretending like he didn't just jump about a foot in the air when the Bread Surprise was sprung and that he is totally dignified here. To that point, he clenches his jaw just a moment and then breathes out, pushing down that Cauldron of Emotions as per usually and starting to dust the crumbs off his attire and straighten himself out.]
Well. That was certainly a generous surprise. [drawled, with more than a touch of sarcasm] I do hope I'm not expected to eat that. ["That" being an indication of all the bread slices on the floor :|]
II.
Wow. [He sounds breathtaken.] What was that? Did you make those sounds? With that...
[Awkward not-flippers point to the piano]
...Thing?
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Wilhelm | The Black Rider
[ Hello, everyone. There's a man who looks like he stepped out of The Cabinet of Dr. Calligari, and he looks completely lost.
Who could blame him? This is a very strange dorm to wake up in... Wasn't he staying in that forester's house before? This is certianly not it, and there are strange people around him...
Oh. He should probably speak to him. ]
... Hello?
Break a Leg!
[ Okay, he was willing to learn how to hunt wild animals for love. Killing other people is another matter entirely, he refuses to play any part of this.
Yet he has to attend these horrid meetings like everyone else, and today they're passing out personalized envelopes to everyone. In each envelope is the picture of someone important to the receiver...
Wilhelm turns pale as he pulls out the picture of a beautiful woman in a red dress... ]
Klätchen...?
[ They say they'll kill the hostages if nobody dies here. He stares at her picture in shock. ]
B R E A D
[ So he's not the only one who thinks a club dedicated entirely to bread is strange. But is it good bread?
He takes a few minutes to inspect a loaf of French bread, even going as far as peering at the end like a fool peers into the barrel of a rifle. Then he takes a bite.
Chew, chew... Shrug. It's edible. ]
Bang!
[ It's Friday morning. Everything seems fine...
Then again, it's hard to judge that when you've just woken up from a horrible sleep. Wilhelm is still yawning as he drags himself out of bed and gets dressed. He stumbles out of the dorms, not paying much attention to where he's walking until--
THUNK.
He trips over something and falls on his face.
What was that?! He turns to get a better look...
An arm. A human arm is sticking out of a slightly open closet, still and lifeless. Wilhelm's blood runs cold as he crawls around the arm. His trembling hand pushes open the closet door... ]
AaaaAAAAAAaaaaAAH!!!
Wildcard
[ Excuse the lack of icons! Got another idea? Feel free to hit me up! ]
Bread time
Re: Bread time
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Erika | Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper
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The Griffin | Good Grief, A Griffin
[The man lying on the bed turns and murmurs in his sleep, growling softly before slowly awakening and stretching, before looking around in confusion. He slowly stands up, then nearly stumbles over his own feet.]
How strange, indeed. [He reaches out to tap the nearest person on the shoulder.] Pardon me, would you please tell me where this might be?
II. It's the thing to do
[The Griffin has hung up several signs directing people to the auditorium, written with surprising flourish. He's standing in front, and claps his hands with delight if anyone comes in.]
Welcome, welcome! I was thinking about our predicament, and I realized that we must certainly keep in shape. I have devised an exercise regimen for us to follow while we're here, to keep both our minds and our bodies healthy!
[He starts marching and singing, while doing motions to accompany his song.]
Exercising! Exercising!
It's the thing to do, for you; so it's
Exercising! Exercising!
It's so good for you!
Now raise your knees,
And stamp your feet,
And keep your head up high;
And jump and turn,
And wave your arms,
As if you're going to fly!
[He will also nudge anyone who doesn't seem to be moving into following along with the motions, of course.]
III. I could never stomach meanness
[The Griffin is squinting at the image he's received.] And who might this be? What should I care if one human I do not even know perishes?
V. Oh, it's hard to leave one's dearest friends
[The Griffin crouches next to the body, a frown on his face.] I would have liked to speak more with them. They were fine company, unlike most of the other humans I have known. [He looks up.] I suppose it is time we gather evidence of what might have transpired, then.
discord | my little pony: friendship is magic
drapery
Rosenb--
[ah, but a miscalculation. He's moved too quickly, and ended up not having enough time to move out of the way as he's shoulder-checked by a...purple woman??
There isn't really any time at all to unpack all that as he stumbles back, which means his foot happens to catch on someone who just happened to decide that laying in the middle of the hallway was a fantastic idea.
Salieri goes down with what he would refuse to ever classify as a yelp.]
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friends don't let friends ruin the lines of their hot topic coat
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i hope this round is mostly nonhumans having to learn how human bodies work
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Angus McFife XIII | Gloryhammer + Curtains R2 CRAU
[And thus, valiant hero Angus McFife the thirteened does not get up from bed. The prince had a terrible month and a tiring day, and he deserves a royal nap. It does not matter that he hears voices of others in his room. Ralathor might have simply carried him to the barracks, and the peasants of Fife should be free to come and go as they please. He rolls over and pulls the blanket tighter around him.
As it stands, he will be the last to rise unless someone - or something - pulls him out of his slumber.]
This Petty Place
Please. I ask you to give me your aid.
[The prince holds a pile of vegetables, looking pitiful standing at the kitchen sink.]
I only know how to make a simple soup. How do I cook other food? [He's never had to make a meal that did not involve throwing things into a pot and letting others season it. He doesn't want to starve.]
I love play rehearsal
[The bread spread is magnificent - Angus would say fit for a king, but feasts would have more variety in dishes. The first ten slices are magnificent. Then it gets boring.]
Is...this what school clubs are like? [He says, stuffing another slice into his mouth.] I thought these meetings involved learning and going to competitions.
play rehearsal
[Thomas says that with his own spread, of course. He makes a mental note to serve these spreads to the menu at his next meeting.]
Now 'course, I find it probable that this, ah - Wizard of ours? Man's never stepped in a schoolhouse in his life.
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Anne Boleyn | Six | OTA
[Unfortunately for Anne, it's not the first time she's woken up in a weird place looking at people that she doesn't recognise. The vague familiarity of it keeps her from - well, - losing her head - but it's not exactly comfortable all the same. Her hands go to the choker around her neck, checking it's still in place, but once reassured that her scars are well hidden, she grins round.]
Oy oy, then. What's going on this time?
Bread Club
[Is it stereotypical for the French to love bread? No matter really: Anne follows her nose (and her stomach) and ends up eyeing up the jams and marmalades with noisy enthusiasm. She scrapes jams onto her plate without restraint and dips her fingers into the preserves to try them. When she spots the poster, she wrinkles her nose.]
Who's that supposed to be?
Curtain
[So someone's dead. That's... messy. And inconvenient. Anne frowns as she heads closer for a proper look.]
I mean, are we actually sure they're dead? Has someone thought to check for a pulse?
Bread Club
I don't know. He looks super grumpy, though.
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Eponine Thenardier - Les Miserables
[What Eponine feels when she wakes up isn't fear. Isn't confusion. It's - warmth? Comfort? It takes her a minute to open her eyes and actually look around because if this is a dream, it's certainly better than reality and she'd much rather live in the dream. But the general noise and clatter makes her open her eyes, and she sits up with a gasp.]
H-how? How can it be? [She clutches the blanket very tight. She's not giving it up without a fight.]
I love play rehearsal
[Free food? Eponine doesn't need telling twice. Her stomach grumbles as she stares hungrily at the breads and jams and spreads laid out before her. She goes to take a slice of bread, but the poster at the back of the room catches her eye, and she hastily steps back, away from the table.
When the room's more full, she approaches again, slipping in with the crowd as she attempts to snatch a piece of bread, unnoticed, and pocket it so she can eat it where watchful eyes can't see.]
Curtain
[Someone's dead and it's... it's awful. Death is never good, and murder's worse. Still, dead is dead.
Eponine hangs back from the crowd, coming close to the body only when everyone's gone - or at least she thinks they are. She nudges the body with her toe, before sighing.]
Idiot, Sir. That is how you are. But no matter to me.
[She crouches down, taking the body's hand in hers. It might look kind, but she's feeling for a watch or cufflinks or a bracelet. Her fingers work quickly for her treasure. Her Pa's taught her well.]
Curtains Up!
Oh my god, I'm so glad you're not dead.
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Elle Woods | Legally Blonde the Musical
[There's smoke coming from the kitchen. Anyone who would like to investigate will find Elle pulling a tray of...something out of the oven.
She notices you and tries to smile through the smoke-induced coughing fit.]
Oh hey there! I- [cough cough] I made cookies!
Break a Leg!
[Elle looks over the 'secret' from her envelope one more time. There's already been one murder, there's no way she's going to let that happen again!]
Okay, so the easiest way to get around this is to just share the secrets, right? That way they don't have any leverage over us! I'll start.
[She clears her throat, suddenly looking very serious.] I...had braces as a teenager. Like really bad braces. [Scandalous. She holds up the picture from the envelope which seems to be of a teenage Elle with some serious brace-face going on.]
Wildcard - Puppy Play Time
[A loud squeal erupts from the room with the weird machine that passes out presents. Anyone who looks in will find Elle on the ground, a small tan dog on her chest licking her face.]
Bruiser! Bruiser cut it out! [Despite her protests she looks incredibly happy. Possibly the happiest you've seen her since everyone woke up here.]
This Petty Place
Is not... really sure how to react to what she sees. ]
C...Cookies?
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Mrs Lovett | Sweeney Todd
[You might be drawn to the kitchen from the sheer amount of banging that's going on in there. One peek round the door will tell you more than you need to know. Mrs Lovett, a bag of flour and a rather large pan filled with something that definitely smells a bit questionable. When she hears footsteps, she looks up with a dramatic sigh.]
Bleedin' hell, love. These new fangled cookers will be the death of me. Turn the stove on, would you, love? I'm all a fumble with this flour here.
Curtain
Eurgh! [Nellie grimaces at the dead body on the floor. It's shocking how quickly her mind starts to calculate the number of pies she could make, but she pushes the thought down. Not here. She doesn't need to bake here. He's not here.]
Someone ought to do something about that. The old bleeder'll start to smell something rotten if we leave him lying here. Better to send him off back to Jesus, body and all.
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How hot do you want it? [At least there's convenient number markings.] And what sort of pie are you making?
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Jafar | Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier
[ Jafar, of course, is anxious about the state of The Magic Kingdom without his rational guidance. Otherwise, being stuck here isn't terribly draining. Sure, he has issues with the concept of magic, but he's no longer the subject of day-to-day mockery and repulsion. That has some worth on a man's self-esteem.
You might encounter him in the library today, reading from a black-and-white book. He keeps to himself, but he offers you a friendly greeting if you venture close to the vizier. ]
Ah, hello there! [ The people here are (mostly) kind, and he feels comfortable starting conversation.]
I was just reading the most interesting story! It's a book about a misunderstood talking bear who has to fight back against twenty horrible children who keep him trapped in an abandoned schoolhouse! It's quite hard to follow and very difficult to get into, but I find it oddly engaging.
Regains
[ He's rather mystified with his find in the merchandise booth today. It's a plush toy of a wide-eyed red and blue bird with a pullstring. Jafar does a couple once-overs of the toy, finding something about it oddly familiar. ]
This stuffed parrot is most peculiar - it bears a striking resemblance to my own bird! Only this one sounds to have drowned itself in tobacco.
[ He yanks the doll's pullstring: "AND THEN, I STUFF THE CRACKERS DOWN HIS THROAT!" ]
Curtain's Up
[ King K. Rool, The Mean And Green Scale Machine, is dead. Jafar gives the bloated CGI body laying on the ground a grimace. ]
Well, that's just great!
[ He's so exasperated, this many weeks. Jafar is nearly convinced he's the only rational man here, and his frustration erupts in the form of an outburst. ]
Have you people lost your senses completely?! That you could be so tempted by these... vague and untrustworthy motives that you would murder your fellow man - oh, I'm sorry. Allow me to correct myself. Murdered your fellow GIANT FUCKING CROCODILE?
Wildcard
[ Hit me! This Jafar is the main character of Twisted: The Untold Story of A Royal Vizier, Starkid's vulgar musical parody of Wicked and the Walt Disney Company that casts Jafar as the good guy in Aladdin. ]
curtains up
When she's gained her senses enough to trust her mouth to open, she lays a hand across her eyes, trying to shield herself from the light. Hangover or not, she has to say something. Someone just died. Jafar's right, even if he's loud, she should support him.]
Hey. Can you be a little less loud? If it had to be anyone, we're all glad it was him, right? [....Supportive?]
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Elisabeth | Elisabeth: Rondo of Love and Death
[There's a rather, uh, elegantly-dressed, if rather worryingly-thin-looking, woman, looking around, slowly bringing up the mourning veil over her cap in utter confusion.]
...where...?
[Looks back down at herself. Back up. Back down. Deep breath. Stay calm-
Ok, no, she might be hyperventilating a little as she starts skittering about.]
Franzi...!? Franzi!?
Where am I?!
Bread Club
[THE EMPRESS OF AUSTRIA, THE SCIONS THE HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE...is taking a piece of bread. A very small piece of bread. She looks kind of confused about it, but also rather hungry. Also conflicted.
Even in her time she's never seen this kind of insane variety of jams.]
Which one should I...!? But...should I have...!?
[This is a borderline existential crisis here, please send help.]
Curtains
[Yup, that sure is a dead body. And that sure is poor Sisi in the corner of the room, staring at the corpse.
She is pale(r than usual, at least) and shaking violently, like she's seeing a ghost.]
...no...no, please, don't let him...be here...!
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Pardon me, madamoiselle...is everything alright?
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Mumble Happyfeet | Happy Feet
[In an ill-fitting tux and a beak strapped to his face, a wide-eyed guy waddles from his room. Quite literally. Arms stuck at his side, acting like he doesn't even have knees.]
Hello? Excuse me? Do any of you know the way back to Emperor Land?
[He also seems to have a stiff neck. What a funny guy.]
ii. the first rule of Bread Club is...
[Mumble got removed from school as a chick for being a heathen and ill-omen, so hey - time to catch up on missed opportunities!
He's sat here, all normal and human-like, arms nervously tapping at his sides as he looks out at the spread of...spreads.
Something's just not right.]
Hey, uh...anyone else feel like they're being watched in here?
iii. cue...music?
[Of course, being turned into a human doesn't stop Mumble from having a heart song!
His heart is so full of feeling, being in such a strange and new place after all, and even if penguin society doesn't want him to...he's going to sing!
...Terribly. Just awfully. Intolerably. There aren't even lyrics, or...words...or notes. It's the horrid, guttural screeching of a square peg in a round hole.
At least, even if it sounds like it, nothing has died.]
i.
[Oh. Oooooh. This person looks just as lost as her.]
Which emperor, if I may ask?
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Spongebob Squarepants | Spongebob the Musical
[Spongebob doesn't hear his alarm go off, but never the less he is one of the first to wake up, practically bolding upright.]
Good Morning Bikini-
[And then it hits him that what he's looking at is certainly not his own bedroom.]
Bottom?
[He rubs his eyes, as if his scenery would suddenly change if he just rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. When he looks again, however, he notices that he's not alone.]
Oooh is this a sleepover? If I had known I would have brought Eels and Escalators! Or figure out who you are and who invited us, at least.
[He seems pretty chipper, but with a hint of confusion in his voice.]
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[Spongebob? Bored? If you thought for a second that Spongebob would ever be bored in any place, you'd be dead wrong! Every waking moment Spongebob spent blowing bubbles, or making up games, or walking down the hall loudly counting the ceiling tiles. And right now? Right now he's in the kitchen.
Or, what seems to be the kitchen, but with how many burgers are swarming the kitchen it feels more like fast food hell than anything else.
At the center of it all is Spongebob at the stove, flipping patties at a freakishly fast speed.]
C'mon, Spongebob, only 100 more of these guys and you'll beat the world record!
Cue Music
[When Spongebob found the body, he screamed at the top of his lungs before promptly passing out. He didn't wake up again until he's been dragged to the trial proper (snoring very loudly by then).
When he regain his bearings, he is notably shaken up.]
I-I can't believe anyone would kill here, there's gotta be some kinda mistake! I even gave everyone lists of things they could do that aren't killing to try to distract them.
Wildcard
[Let me know if there's anything else you want to do!]
Cue Music
[She's definitely pale herself, but she does look relieved he's woken up.]
I...no, there's no mistake. I wish there was.
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This Petty Place SUPER LATE BUT-
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Rina Tennoji | Love Live: Nijigasaki School Idol Club
[ It's been a few weeks of this and well... to say Rina is getting used to it would be incredibly wrong but she certainly looks like she's gotten used to it. In fact her facial expression has barely changed at all since arriving here and she's mostly kept to herself, seemingly uncertain about talking.
Today she's sitting by herself, staring at the pamphlet with everyone's names in it. When you walk past she looks up for a moment and tries to get your attention before you leave. ]
Um... excuse me...
[ Her expression and tone of voice are the same as ever but she seems... shyer? Like she's making an effort to push herself. She's quiet for a moment, internally debating if she should actually bother anyone with this, before lifting her pamphlet up, pointing to her own blurb and the title underneath it.
Best Resting Bitchface. ]
What does... this mean?
[ It's throwing her for a real loop but she's pretty sure it's an insult. ]
2) BREAD CLUB
[ When all the bread comes down on Rina, the most she does is screw her eyes shut but otherwise she looks pretty unbothered. A little confused maybe, but still mostly the same (on the outside anyway).
Eventually she makes her way to the spreads and looks over them curiously. ]
I don't think we have some of these back home...
[ Please stop her from reaching for the marmite. She thinks it's chocolate. Or you can ask about the large sketchbook tucked under her arm that she has been carrying around lately if you feel so inclined. ]
3) Curtain
[ It had already happened once and it was bound to happen again. Three weeks in and Nana Daiba, Most Likely to Repeat a Year, is dead.
Rina had been pretty shaken up the first time someone died though as per usual her face failed to show it, most of her reaction being in her anxious body language and the way her voice faltered. But this time... well her face is still mostly the same, save for her mouth hanging slightly agape and her eyes raised in what was probably shock. But while she wasn't the one to discover the body, she wasn't far behind the one who did and the announcement hadn't gone off yet. She stands, feet frozen in their tracks as her small frame starts shaking.
Nana had always been so nice to her despite her face. Always looking out for her, always talking to her... almost like a big sister. It reminded Rina of Ai and that made her feel safe and comfortable.
And now she was dead. And she knew her face wasn't displaying the horror and grief she felt. She probably looked suspicious... she probably looked like she didn't care. But she did. She cared so much, and it was the fact she knew it wouldn't look like she did that made it hurt even more.
And so as soon as her legs remembered how to move she bolted out of there, finding herself a small little corner in the hall or another room to hide in, curled up with her knees to her chest and her face buried away. ]
4) Wildcard
[ up for anything! feel free to hmu ]
You know exactly what I'm here for.
She is... not ready to face this reality.
Yet she must. The show must go on, and the only way to live is to find the creature that did this to her her friend. And so, she reminds herself of all she is, again and again as she begins barking out orders. Her knowledge of crime scene investigation is based off of crime novels, a few films, and whenever a few details were necessary for a stageplay. She falls back into this, into her role, easily enough.
Too easily, considering the girl on the ground.
It's only once the crowd, smaller than when they started, and certainly smaller now, is dispersed that Maya lets herself feel something. She falls from the role, mask breaking, as she thinks of Nana. Nana, who loved her friends so dearly, Nana who would never stand upon the stage with them again.
The corners of her eyes burn as she turns a corner, almost back to her room. Before anything can come of it, she finds the small ball of a girl there. She sifts back in her memory -- she recalls a shock of pink hair being in the crowd and then... not.
For a moment, panic grips her. She doesn't know if she can handle a second body, not after this. But after a moment she sees the telltale signs of breathing and lets herself relax.
Or at least relax as much as she can as she slips back into the role she's set to play. The show must go on, after all.]
Tennoji-san. You're going to worry the others.
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Maya Tendo | Revue Starlight
[If Maya closes her eyes, she can pretend that everything is normal. The hardwood floor beneath her pointe shoes feels almost exactly like those at Seisho. With enough work, she can find a song that she's done a routine to before. And so long as she doesn't open her eyes, she can pretend that her class is there too.
She pushes upward, left leg bending upward, while the other pushes up onto the tips of her feet, then onto the tips of her toes themselves. Her arms curve gracefully, then fall as she skips to the side to begin again. The process repeats, across the room, until --
Somewhere down the hall, she hears a scream. Focus broken, she falls out of her position, elbow cracking against the hardwood. At first she doesn't notice her pain, only looks in the direction of the sound. Laughter floats down the hall shortly after -- a prank, just like Karen might pull. She should be relieved that it's nothing related to this damnable game but --
She puts his head in her hands, shaking it as she does. Startled or relieved, it was no excuse. She couldn't lose her form under pressure.]
Break a Leg
[It's hard to say what Maya expects when she enters the auditorium for this so-called announcement. The previous week had been quiet, no one had fallen victim to the sinister game that was afoot. And while the situation was hardly a good one to be in, it at least seemed to be... looking up, if nothing else.
It shouldn't surprise her that the Wizard has decided to turn the game on its head. Yet when he makes his announcement, that failure to kill anyone would result in tragedy befalling their loved ones, she still finds herself stricken breathless.
She opens her envelope, unsure of who she might see. Seeing the blonde woman staring back at her feels almost like a slap in the face. And yet... A bitter smile forms on her lips as she directs her glare up toward their captor.]
Threatening something I have already given up? [Her voice is cold.] You can do better, Wizard.
[She crumples the envelope in her hand and drops it. The photo, however, remains firmly clutched in her hand as she turns away.]
Wildcard - Gacha time!
[Maya recognizes the iPad that falls from the machine almost instantly. She's seen it in Claudine's hands time and time again. And while normally, she might respect the young woman's privacy... it's been weeks since she's been home. Perhaps, if she's anything like Nana was, there would be photos of their friends. Reminders of home.
Well. There are certainly photos. But judging by the vibrant flush on her cheeks and the way she shoves the iPad away, they're not what she expected!]
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Maya?
[Elle catches up to her and places a hand on her shoulder.]
You okay> I mean, none of us are 'okay' okay, but like, you know?
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THE BREAD OF BREAD IS BREAD
Eurydice arrives right on time, and begins pocketing slices of bread. That is, until she catches sight of an image of a face. Eurydice stares at it for a while. Is that the watcher of the bread? Is he a god? Is this a shrine?
Eurydice feels a little awkward about this, but eventually she speaks to the poster, stiffly: ]
Thank you. For the bread.
[ That's how you deal with a god, after all. You thank them. ]
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I don't think that's who you wanna be thanking for a little bit of bread. [ She's an inquisitive girl, one who seems to act much older than she really is. Self-assured and self-sufficient. ] That's just a poster.
[ And, from that accent, quite Minnesotan. ]
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