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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
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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?
no subject
Ah...you mean this piano? [he arches an eyebrow slightly] I did, in fact.
no subject
[‘Thing’ used as category for that which does not draw breath. Maybe the piano isn’t actually a thing after all. Maybe it’s one of those faceless moving things that they call ‘monsters’. But those roar and tear and destroy, and this piano seems pretty peaceful when it’s not being pressed on. A thing it is then.]
Aren’t there any words?
no subject
no subject
[Said with a fond laugh.]
Songs without words...everyone back home would think you're crazy.
[...Hm. Speaking of. He lightly taps one foot against the floor. Those tap-dancing shoes sure do make up for his lack of penguin feet.]
Could you try playing it again?