thebackstage | 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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Curtians Up!
[ 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! ]

I believe the proper procedure is to cut it into slices, first. [The Griffin hasn't eaten anything yet, and is definitely raising an eyebrow at Wilhelm's manners.]

[ ... Gulp.

Ah, this is embarassing. He flashes a nervous grin at the griffin as he sets the loaf down on a desk and tries to find a knife.

He's trying to find a knife.

He's having trouble finding a knife.

Eventually, after looking through everything for a few moments, he manages to accquire a clear plastic thing in the shape of a knife near the jams and spreads... Is this a knife? He's holding it uo and staring at it, wondering if it is a knife.

Guess he'll go back and attempt to cut the loaf with the "knife." ]

[The Griffin stares at the knife-shaped object with a gleam in his eyes, the bread-cutting forgotten for now.] Fascinating! What sort of material is that? It is clear like glass, yet it obviously does not shine in the same way.

[ When will this bird creature stop bothering him? He gives the Griffin a Look before responding. ]

I don't know what, but it won't cut. [ Yeah, it's... Doing a pretty terrible job of cutting the bread. Now there's a big dent in it. ]

Here. [ He hands it over. Have fun with the weird knife thingy. ]

[Yeah, he's going to take that in his fingers and just...bend it around a bit, head tilted curiously.] It is flexible, even. Though I must say, it does appear much less efficient at its apparent purpose. Unless it is merely meant for cutting cakes and puddings.

[Elle hears the screaming and darts out of her room, somehow already immaculatly put together.]

What is- [And then sees Wilhelm on the ground. And the body.]

AAAAAAAA!!!

AAAH!

[ If both of them screaming doesn't alert the others, who knows what will?

Wilhelm hastily scoots away from the corpse, eyes wide and hands at the level of his eyes. Don't shoot the messenger! ]

[Elle continues to scream as she edges around the body to get to Wilhelm.]

OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY!? [Clearly asked of Wilhelm. Not, ya know, the body.]

It's Curtains Act 3 Test Drive

Wilhelm | The Black Rider

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