It's Curtains Act 3 Test Drive

[stagemanagers]

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

[brokeforgood]

[Curtains Up]

[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

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice doesn't know what a bread club is, but she's not stupid enough to turn down free food. So here she is, making a beeline for the bread and pointedly ignoring that weird picture of the strange man.

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?

[brokeforgood]

You know, when you eat way too many carbs, and it makes you super sleepy, and you have to unbutton your pants to take a nap. [Come on, Doesn't everyone know that? She gives Eurydice a probing look, then returns to spooning way too much marmalade onto the bread.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ That sounds incredible. Eurydice moves to join Farrah at her own table, her expression intensely curious. ]

Where do you get all that food? Did you steal it?

[ Eurydice has had to ration her food for years. As long as she can remember. ]

[brokeforgood]

Mmmmmmph--- [Farrah's just taken a big bite, and she can practically hear Annleigh screeching at her to not talk with her mouth full. Normally, this would cause her to just chomp louder. But she still feels a little guilty about the phone thing, so she listens to the tiny Annleigh in her brain-- halfway, at least. She doesn't talk with her mouth full, but she does take a swig of the strawberita in her bag.]

It's part of bread club. [She jabs a thumb at the poster, rolling her eyes as she does.] The first rule of bread club is.....

[howtheworldwas]

Don't talk about bread club.

[ Eurydice says, in complete seriousness. She can't have other people learning about all this bread and then hoarding it for themselves!

Eurydice, of course, has never seen Fight Club. ]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah almost chokes on her nasty canned margarita, but plays it off cool, nodding.]

Exactly. We gotta play this cool.

[yourattention]

It's some kind of sign, Farrah. [Just. Absolute deadpan.] The witch thinks we're too skinny. Too bad for her we're teenagers and our metabolism is still good enough to eat bread.

[He's putting sriracha over the marmalade that he already spread onto the bread. Don't question his life choices.]

[brokeforgood]

Tell that to my food baby. [Farrah tugs her sweater up, to reveal the bump under her camisole. How much bread has she eaten? Don't ask her, that's fuckin rude. She reaches for Connor's sriracha and marmalade menace.]

What should I name him?

[yourattention]

[Connor lets her take it without complaint. That's absolutely how Farrah got the food baby: she's been stealing like every other cursed abomination that Connor makes.]

You should name it Connor Jr., obviously. After all, everyone here knows I'm the father.

[brokeforgood]

You don't know that. [She raises a brow at him, and purses her lips as if he's offended her, shielding the bread baby over her stomach with her hand. With the hand that's not stealing his abomination, of course-- that one is getting ready to jam bread in her mouth. She only stops to quickly tell him--]

It could be Spongebob Squarepants' baby.

[yourattention]

You're cheating on me with Spongebob? Zoe, how could you.

[He hasn't varied his tone in the slightest as he spreads peanut butter onto a piece of bread. Then, he adds honey over that.]

[brokeforgood]

Have you seen the butt behind those squarepants? Totes smack-able. [She punctuates this with a loud smack of her lips, and grins, digging into the bread. She’s mostly kidding.]

We can still call it Connor Jr. though. You’d be a better father. For one, you don’t live in a pineapple under the sea...

[yourattention]

Wait, if you have a baby with a sponge will it be some kind of horrible abomination? Not sure I'm up for that.

[He adds some sprinkles over what he's already done.]

[brokeforgood]

Connor, if you want to be a part of this food baby’s life, you’re going to have to accept it no matter what. [She adds a huff for good measure, just to really drive the point home, and then passes him the whipped cream.]

I just hope it gets my hair.

[yourattention]

Hm. I guess you're right. [He takes the whipped cream and starts adding that.] On both fronts, because I'm not sure Spongebob has hair. I know his human form does, but also like..... how does that even work?

[brokeforgood]

The cartoon didn’t. But could a sponge have hair? [On instinct, she reaches for her pocket, then groans and drops herself dramatically from her chair to the floor.]

What the hell! Forget about murder. The real tortures being trapped without Siri!

[yourattention]

Do you think if we annoy the Wizard with all of our inane Siri questions, he'll let us go? I'm up for trying if you are.

[He unceremoniously takes a bite of his toast abomination and chews.]

[brokeforgood]

Like, we just annoy The Wizard into freeing us? If that worked, I’d be out of here already.

Worth a try. [Farrah’s still mostly on the floor. She’s just gonna. Lay here, staring up at the ceiling. U up there Wizard? She takes a breath, then in her loudest, most slurred fake drunk girl voice]

Heyyyyyy Siri! Do sponges have hair?

Bread Club

[kootwo]

It tastes like happiness!

[BMO is similarly seated on a desk, shoving a slightly obscene amount of hazelnut-chocolate laden bread into their mouth. They're weeping with joy like it's the best thing they've ever tasted.]

Bread Club

[whatyouwant]

[Carbs are her weakness. Stay strong, Elle!]

Do you think that's their plan? Make us all sluggish with carbs and then off us all at once?