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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Angus McFife XIII | Gloryhammer + Curtains R2 CRAU

[mcfife]

Curtains Up

[And thus, valiant hero Angus McFife the thirteened does not get up from bed. The prince had a terrible month and a tiring day, and he deserves a royal nap. It does not matter that he hears voices of others in his room. Ralathor might have simply carried him to the barracks, and the peasants of Fife should be free to come and go as they please. He rolls over and pulls the blanket tighter around him.

As it stands, he will be the last to rise unless someone - or something - pulls him out of his slumber.]

This Petty Place

Please. I ask you to give me your aid.

[The prince holds a pile of vegetables, looking pitiful standing at the kitchen sink.]

I only know how to make a simple soup. How do I cook other food? [He's never had to make a meal that did not involve throwing things into a pot and letting others season it. He doesn't want to starve.]

I love play rehearsal

[The bread spread is magnificent - Angus would say fit for a king, but feasts would have more variety in dishes. The first ten slices are magnificent. Then it gets boring.]

Is...this what school clubs are like? [He says, stuffing another slice into his mouth.] I thought these meetings involved learning and going to competitions.

play rehearsal

[mikubinder]

Student organizations like these are intended to have such merit.

[Thomas says that with his own spread, of course. He makes a mental note to serve these spreads to the menu at his next meeting.]

Now 'course, I find it probable that this, ah - Wizard of ours? Man's never stepped in a schoolhouse in his life.

[mcfife]

Perhaps he does not care if we gain appreciation for bread.

[This Wizard seems to use more of a hands-off type of evil.]

Yet, I do not complain about the quality of the meal.

[mikubinder]

I take offense to this poser selling the uneducated amongst us a false idea of what one is supposed to look like.

[Said as he spreads some strawberry jam over some toast.]

Har’ly see the point of him pampering us if he plans on making the lot of us murderers. Still ain’t complainin.

[mcfife]

[Right. There still was the matter of goading them into heartless killing.]

He wants bloodsports. He won't let us starve to death if it deprives him of what he desires.

[mikubinder]

But to pamper us? Really?

[ He doesn't object to the gimmicks, the style, nor the presentation of all this. But... why? ]

If I were to be taken prisoner in my era, I imagine I'd be doing far worse than spending my days eating jams and marveling at fantastic inventions.

Cooking (???)

[violentenvies]

[Listen...Salieri only came in here for a snack and, for a brief moment, he looks a bit like a deer in the headlights as he's addressed. However, that is quickly smoothed over as he registers the question, as well as the assorted vegetables the prince has a hold of ]

Ah...apologies. I'm afraid I am not particularly well-versed in anything aside from soup myself.

[mcfife]

[A loud, dramatic sigh. His tribulations will never cease.]

That...is fine. But if you have any skill in the kitchen, can you help me? I can't make the same dish every day.

[violentenvies]

[hhhhhh how does he deal with this]

I...suppose I know how to peel potatoes and onions and properly salt things. That is about the extent of my expertise, however I will endeavor to assist you, if you wish.

[mcfife]

[Hope! Angus' smile returns.]

Seasoning the soup, of course! That must be where I've been going wrong! [He dumps the carrots, leeks, and turnips onto the table.] Salt, and some kind of herbs. Parsley?

[violentenvies]

I--perhaps? [HELP???] When I was a boy, the monks in the kitchen would flavor the soups with a variety of herbs and salt. I wasn't privy to the names of them, but it's certainly a start.

Curtains Up

[humanitarianherbalist]

[Eventually, he's going to feel someone's hands pawing lightly at his side.] Are you unwell? I'm afraid this place is lacking the herbal remedies I'm most familiar with.

[mcfife]

[Angus groans in an un-princely manner.] Just a few more minutes...

[humanitarianherbalist]

This is not the time for laziness. [More prodding, now.] We have been abducted to a strange place, some of us changed into completely different forms. We must resolve this mystery as soon as we can.

[mcfife]

Huh?

[Already? He needs a break. Angus sits up and rubs his eyes slowly with a yawn. The man standing before him is not Ralathor, nor is it any solder he recognizes.]

Who did this? Is the entire army with us?

[humanitarianherbalist]

I don't believe any of us here are from the army. I certainly never enlisted, considering they only seemed to care about taking humans.

This petty place

[whatyouwant]

Um... [So Elle hasn't done a lot of cooking in her time. She's tried to bake a few times, always to disastrous results.

But he asked so nicely and clearly needs help.]

I'm not super sure, but let's see what we can figure out!

[She grabs an onion.]

I mean, it can't be that hard, right?

[mcfife]

[Angus' face lightens up with the new hope of a decent meal.]

Almost everyone can cook, it should be quick for me to grasp! [He dumps his pile of vegetables onto the counter, where they tumble loudly into a large mess.] What's your plan?

[whatyouwant]

Um... [Elle surveys the array of plants. She recognizes most of them, but recognition and use are two completely different things.

Still! If she was able to get in to Harvard, she can cook a...thing.]

First we should probably chop them, right? Oh! Our cook growing up would make really good roasted veggie medley. All you have to do for that is throw it in the oven with some salt and stuff.

[mcfife]

[He nods with this newfound knowledge.] That sounds simple enough. We have plenty of knives for this job!

[Many knives. More knives than they would need for cooking.]

[whatyouwant]

[The number of knives is only a little concerning.]

Right, so you work on cutting the onions and I'll start on the carrots!

This Petty Place

[wanderlusttitania]

[GREETINGS, FELLOW HUMAN.

Here's someone who...knows less about cooking than McFife does, whoops.]

I, ah, have heard how to boil eggs?

[nailed it]

Though...I can't say I know how to make soup, so you know more than I.

[smile? :D;;]

[mcfife]

[His eyes lighten.]

I could add eggs to soup! [Ingenious! Why has he not tried that before?] Come, we should toss in boiled eggs to add flavor!

[Is he going to make soup again? Yes, but he's going to make it taste different and that's what counts.]

[wanderlusttitania]

Well, then I'm glad I can help!

[Boil eggs. Should be simple, right?]

I believe boiling involves water, so...we need...water in a pot? I think?

[mcfife]

Of course, and we have a stove for that!

[Pot filled to the brim with water; they've made significant progress.]

How many should we use? Ten eggs?