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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discord | my little pony: friendship is magic

[disharmonizes]

curtains up

[So, people are just waking up and all. And this odd looking man is no exception. Though as everyone else is getting up, Discord is having some technical difficulties.

He was trying to just snap his fingers and be right back to Equestria, go wreak some havoc, the usual, but. No Equestria. Still here, still all human. Ugh. And that would be bad enough, but he can't even hop around the room.

Which brings us here, now, out in the hall, with Discord... on the floor. Face down.]

Okay, that's enough of all this walking. It's exhausting.

[bud you got halfway down the hall...]

petty pace

[If you're just wandering around, you might suddenly find Discord half draped over you in the most dramatic of fashions.]

Oh, isn't this just dull? I haven't been this bored since I've been trapped in stone. Quick, go on, do something fun, before I die of boredom.

[He is the most melancholic right now, please understand.]

bread

[When you enter the club room, well, uh. Someone has been... "decorating". Seems someone decided the sliced bread shower wasn't enough and has moved on to hanging pieces of bread from the ceiling. Some of them have jammy faces drawn on them.

Two of them in particular, right at the entrance, have, ah, interesting designs cut right into the bread. And is that strawberry jam on the wall, or... you know what, we're going to assume it's jam.

Discord's stepping back from the wall a little, giving everything a critical eye. Oh boy.]

wildcard

[anything else you wanna do, just hit me up]

drapery

[violentenvies]

[Salieri has been keeping to himself insofar. That is to say, standing off to the side and watching this strange crowd interact with each other, desperately trying to spot someone familiar. For a moment, he thinks he can see the top of Rosenberg's fancy wig, something lurching in his chest in a way that he'll certainly deny later as he steps out into the crowd, trying to follow]

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.]

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, that's unexpected. Someone's just tripping right over him.

...How absolutely delightful. He couldn't have planned that better himself. Oh, who is he kidding, he's great at plans, yes he could have. He'll just need to remember this.

So, Discord just sort of flips around on the floor, laughing more than is warranted.]

Oh, the look on your face! [Hang on-- okay he doesn't have it out of his system, but he's moved onto a smirk for the moment.] I should've set up a camera.

[violentenvies]

[the laughter is the first thing that reaches Salieri as he stares at the ceiling, winded for a moment with the breath knocked out of him. That look of bewilderment stays as he slowly sits up, feeling dazed. However, that quickly turns into a scowl as he puts two and two together, from the shove to his shoulder to the trip and fall and now to the laughter.

It is the cherry on this horrible, awful sundae and Salieri can feel his cheeks burn in humiliation as he scrambles to his feet, dusting himself off and straightening his coat and vest, turning a glare down on the person who still seems to be laughing from the floor]

Yes. Simply hilarious. Is laying on the floor and tripping people a hobby of yours?

[disharmonizes]

Not usually. But what can I say. I'm flexible. [He'd wiggle his snakey draconequus body now if he could, but. Ugh, far too human. And he can't even contort his body for the visual pun. What a life.] ...Well, less so now than usually, but that's besides the point. [He'll just jump to his feet, smirking at this extremely emo looking gentleman. Leaning in close, as you do.] The point being my comedic genius, of course.

[violentenvies]

[PERSONAL BUBBLE

BEING INVADED

Salieri's spine goes stiff and his lips press together, eyes narrowing. It is very difficult to resist the urge to take a step back. Instead he school his expression into something skeptical, arching an eyebrow]

Comedic genius? [BIG DOUBT]

friends don't let friends ruin the lines of their hot topic coat

[violentenvies]

[And here Salieri was, thinking he was going to just have a nice trip to retrieve a cup of tea. Maybe even a slice of cake, if he felt like treating himself.

But no.

Instead he's gone all stiff when suddenly there's a weight draped over him--before it's followed by a distinct spike of annoyance]

Ah. Monsieur Discorde. [pronounced in the most French way possible, with the 'o' extra drawn out to show how annoyed he is.] How lucky to meet you again. [yes it makes perfect sense that his accent is French why do you ask]

[disharmonizes]

Monsieur Ponytail. [Two can play at this game, sir.] Oh, I know! You're truly blessed to be able to bask in my presence. Not everyp-- ah, yes, everybody has such luck, you know? Now, go on, entertain me. You know, as a thank you for that blessing, of course.

[violentenvies]

Luck. Yes. That was precisely the term I was searching for myself. [dryly--and he straightens abruptly with the aim of throwing Discord off]

I do apologize, however I am already engaged in my activities. You'll simply have to entertain yourself, I'm afraid. Away from me.

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, buddy, you're not getting him away that easily. He just quickly switches from draping over one shoulder to the other one.] And what activities would those be? Brooding olympics? Lurking tournament? Glowering joust? Ooh, or are we going for the full triathlon? Dibs on the silver medal!

[violentenvies]

[oh great Discord's now on his other shoulder, this is exactly what he didn't want.

Salieri pauses, then, stopping in the middle of the hall to turn and try and just lift Discord off of his shoulder and step back in the calm, controlled way of a member of the Viennese Court would.

Yes. So dignified.]

I'm afraid you'll have to attempt all of those...creative activities alone. I am taking a break from composing to have a cup of tea. That is all.

[he sniffs a bit, hoping to move away] Nothing you would be interested in, I'm sure.

everyone's a critic

[violentenvies]

[Originally Salieri came here just for a coissant and out of mild curiosity because really what else is there to do here at the moment except try not to get murdered???

Apparently, the answer to that question is: Watch Discord do...something with several slices of bread and various jams and marmalades while staying out of the way of any arrant stickiness. In fact, he's found a convenient lurking vantage point where he can watch whatever this is coalesce, and when Discord finally steps back to take in his creation, Salieri will finally make his presence known (if it wasn't before) by humming a bit in considering.]

I think you've been a bit too heavy-handed with the strawberry.

[dryly]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, you think?

[Discord pauses in the middle of upturning another jar of strawberry jam, which is slowly sliding out of the jar, precariously fighting gravity.]

Too much?

[violentenvies]

Far too much. Any more, and it would start to become rather uniform, which, if I recall, is far too removed from your regular form of expression. [he somehow says this with an entirely straight face, perhaps with just the barest hint of sarcasm.

He is not mildly amused shhhh]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, eugh. Hm, you may have a point. Although, it feels like the decor is missing something, don't you agree? [He rubs his chin, making a big show of thinking deeply about this conundrum. Then, he snaps his fingers.] Ah, I know! [and he actually... rushes out of the room. He'll probably be back soon enough, though, knowing Discord.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri watches him rush out, immediately debating whether he should just leave before things really do fly off the handle as they often end up doing when Discord is involved.

And yet...

Well, it seems his curiosity might be his downfall in this instance.

He stays, finishing off his croissant and waiting]

i hope this round is mostly nonhumans having to learn how human bodies work

[humanitarianherbalist]

[The Griffin notices Discord sprawled out on the floor and pauses to crouch down by him, head tilted at an angle.]

Especially, I must say, with only two legs to go about it. Human bodies really are so shockingly frail.

[disharmonizes]

Two legs is one thing, but I usually have hooves, at least! Well, one hoof. Most of the time. Except when I don't want to.

[...Details.

He bolts up into a sitting position.]

But walking! Oh, the indignity!

[humanitarianherbalist]

[The man tilts his head to the side in a birdlike manner, curiousity written on his face.] What manner of creature are you, when you're not in this body? I've never heard of your like in all my years.

[disharmonizes]

A draconequus. Nothing you're likely to have heard of, I'm sure, I'm very much one of a kind.

petty pace

[wanderlusttitania]

[WHY WOULD YOU EVER oh right

Anyways, she is a noodle, and Discord is heavy, so...sheeee might be falling flat on her face now from the sudden weight.]

YAAAAH-!?

[disharmonizes]

[welp, down they go. Discord blinks, before sitting up, because they sure did both go down. Ah, well, such are the risks when you can no longer turn off gravity.]

Off to a good start already! I do enjoy when things fall into place... hm?

[someone stop him]

why did I not answer this sooner fml

[wanderlusttitania]

[muffled beneath Discord.]

Ah...why did you do that, monsieur...?

and then I was late myself whoops

[disharmonizes]

Boredom, a want to break up the tedium of this place, a general sense of ennui -- oh, why does anyone do anything?

[He'll hop up to his feet, though, and goes to plant his hand against the wall so he can lean there.]

The Lord of Chaos can't just let things get too dull, can he?

[wanderlusttitania]

But surely there are other ways to relieve that? Reading books, or making pictures, or...learning a new language?

[And she says this knowing she's easily bored staying in one place.]