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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
Make up your own prompt!--
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Eponine Thenardier - Les Miserables
[What Eponine feels when she wakes up isn't fear. Isn't confusion. It's - warmth? Comfort? It takes her a minute to open her eyes and actually look around because if this is a dream, it's certainly better than reality and she'd much rather live in the dream. But the general noise and clatter makes her open her eyes, and she sits up with a gasp.]
H-how? How can it be? [She clutches the blanket very tight. She's not giving it up without a fight.]
I love play rehearsal
[Free food? Eponine doesn't need telling twice. Her stomach grumbles as she stares hungrily at the breads and jams and spreads laid out before her. She goes to take a slice of bread, but the poster at the back of the room catches her eye, and she hastily steps back, away from the table.
When the room's more full, she approaches again, slipping in with the crowd as she attempts to snatch a piece of bread, unnoticed, and pocket it so she can eat it where watchful eyes can't see.]
Curtain
[Someone's dead and it's... it's awful. Death is never good, and murder's worse. Still, dead is dead.
Eponine hangs back from the crowd, coming close to the body only when everyone's gone - or at least she thinks they are. She nudges the body with her toe, before sighing.]
Idiot, Sir. That is how you are. But no matter to me.
[She crouches down, taking the body's hand in hers. It might look kind, but she's feeling for a watch or cufflinks or a bracelet. Her fingers work quickly for her treasure. Her Pa's taught her well.]
Curtains Up!
Oh my god, I'm so glad you're not dead.
Re: Curtains Up!
[Eponine looks down at herself in astonishment. Isn't she dead?
Then she looks at the woman in front of her. She looks so different than anyone Eponine's ever seen before.]
Where are we? Who are you... Mam'zelle?
no subject
But I have no idea where we are. I was hoping you might know?
no subject
I... I don't remember? Only - is it a hospital? But no, not for me... not for me do I have such money for medicine, not a bed, not a cover... They shouldn't bring a rat as me here. Only, how is it then?
[She sits up properly.] I were... this isn't what I remember. There weren't such women as you what I remember.
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Who said you were a rat? That is so rude, you are gorgeous! Very shabby chic.
Warning for mention of domestic abuse
[Eponine laughs, her dull eyes lighting up a moment.]
Do you think? Do you truly think, Miss? I wish I were... I were pretty as a child, you know. Not always was I like this. We had an inn back then, you know? But alas - now I am sleeping where I can, where they shan’t find me and make me go back to my Pa, for he shall greet me with the most awful of beltings, and my ‘Parnasse will. And what is the sense of that? I hate it the most of all, for it makes a seat the most unpleasant feeling in the world when it is so lovely to rest your feet. I used to look in his mirror sometimes, when he were out though. He left his door unlocked but I never took nothing. I could have... well, cheese, mayhaps. And there’s were a crust, but it were so hard he should have thrown it though. I don’t care though. If it is hard? You can chew it for longer. It makes your stomach ache a less time to have a longer bite.
[She sighs, as if she’s not the one to have dumped almost her entire life story onto some stranger who probably doesn’t care anyway.]
But do you really think I don’t look so bad as a rat?
Rehearsal
Re: Rehearsal
Will you tell? If you don't, I can make it worth your while, Miss.
[She shakes her head, and jerks her chin at the all too familiar face staring back at her]
I don't know how his likeness is here, but he has had me imprisoned before. He... he watches me. Well not me. The scum such as me. I think he should have us all locked up if he could, and honest, it is the worst place to be. There is nothing to lie down, and the rats, Miss... and there are chains, always, on your hands and feet, rubbing, rubbing. And only a crust of bread a day, Miss, and the meat. They say it is from them executed, so I didn't touch. It is a nasty place, Miss, and he will have me back in if he sees me taking bread. I'm not scared of him, but I should rather avoid trouble if I can. It is silly to be caught. I don't trust it to only be a picture. He always knows.