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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Comments

[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]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, yes. [Smirking at you, sir. But he backs off for the moment, leaning against the wall.] Though perhaps it might be more accurate to call myself the comedic genius? I am the one and only Discord, after all. [He snaps his fingers, waiting for the neon sign of his name to show up. And... uh... nothing.] ...Really need to get that fixed.

[violentenvies]

Monsieur Discorde, is it? [he is definitely pronouncing that differently than Discord is saying it.

He folds his arms, casually]

I don't believe that I've ever heard of you.

[disharmonizes]

[There's a brief flash of annoyance, but then he huffs.] Oh, yes, well, I suppose you wouldn't have. Not in this dimension. Don't worry, I'm here to fix that now! Get everybody some well needed chaos.

[violentenvies]

[Wait wait--dimension?? Chaos??? Salieri's eyes narrow briefly for a moment, before it relaxes once more into something like mild boredom.

He glances around the hallway, at the people milling around]

I would hazard a guess and say that whomever our hosts might be that they've already taken care of the chaos part for you.

[disharmonizes]

Taken care of-- Oh, no, no, you don't understand! [He looks personally affronted.] First of all, I can't just let anyone suddenly take over causing chaos! That's my thing! Second of all, if this is the best they can do, they clearly need my expertise. Honestly! I haven't seen gravity shift once. Nothing has come alive and started dancing and, oh, everything is just so BORING! I suppose I'll give them half a star for the "rounding up people from all over the universe and shoving them all into one building" part, but it's not particularly creative.

[violentenvies]

[You have just said some words that Salieri does not quite comprehend]

I don't believe I would have chosen the word "boring" for this situation, but I suppose it takes all types. [drawled]

[disharmonizes]

Beyond arriving here, name one interesting thing that's happened so far.

Oh, and beyond meeting me, of course.

[violentenvies]

I wasn't going to name the latter as one of them.

[he pauses] Well, not in comparison to observing all of the other folk that seem to have appeared here. [he waves a hand at the people milling about in the hallway]

Aside from your...interesting choice in fashion--[definitely looking at the torn sleeve and pant leg]--and peculiar name, I don't really think you stand out much more than anyone else.

1/2

[disharmonizes]

[ . . . ]

[disharmonizes]

Yes, well! Huff! [did he just the word huff--] And I bet you're just the talk of the town, hm?

[violentenvies]

[that...actually makes Salieri smirk, amused] I do well enough for myself. [because he hangs out with the Emperor lol]

[disharmonizes]

So just who are you supposed to be, mm?

[violentenvies]

[he takes a step back then, to do slight bow--just a slight tilt forward before he straightens]

Antonio Salieri. One of the court composers to Emperor Joseph the Second.

[disharmonizes]

Ooh, an emperor. Fancy! [He says it in a way that's both loud and somehow disinterested at the same time.] And here little old me has only turned an entire land up on its head. Literally! Ha! But, sure, your composing thing is interesting too, Toni.

[violentenvies]

[. . . . .]

I beg your pardon?

[disharmonizes]

Oh, don't take it so hard. Composers come and go. Well, go, in your case, considering where you are right now. Few among us can be truly memorable.

[violentenvies]

[Well now his jaw is especially clenched, and Salieri stiffens, chin lifting slightly so he can look down his nose at Discord]

Yes, you seem the sort to understand anything about composers and music. [dry and sarcastic] And furthermore, I am to be addressed as Maestro Salieri of Monsieur Salieri. I don't know what sort of class you hail from, but we are certainly not familiar enough to be on a first name basis.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I'm in a class all of my own, I assure you. [Grinning widely now. Oh, sir. Sir, don't you know better than to show your hand like this?] That's not a problem, is it, Toni?

1/2

[violentenvies]

That, monsieur, is quite cl--

[his mouth snaps shut as Discord calls him that again, and he can feel his face start to burn in a way that it hasn't since he was a boy--]

2/2

[violentenvies]

[--no. No, it's unseemly, unsightly, and Salieri's jaw clenches again as he forces his spine to relax, pushing down the indignity and the anger that's burning in his chest.

Control, Salieri.

He breathes out, harshly, though his nose. Lifts his chin.]

I believe you know the answer to that already, monsieur. I have already informed you of my proper from of address. I have nothing more to say on the matter.

[disharmonizes]

Well, someone's a stickler for formality! Hm, Toni? [He elbows Salieri in an overly friendly but also not at all friendly manner. This is your life now, bud.] If we were going that route, you should probably be calling me Lord Discord, anyway. Lucky for you, I'm not such a stick in the mud. I like to keep it cazh, you know.