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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[Eponine just looks at her hand. It's very clean, unlike her, who hasn't seen soap in... well, time's not really that important, is it? She pushes her hands down into the blanket, hiding them from Elle. To her question, Eponine shakes her head.]

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.

Woah, woah, woah, hold up. [Suddenly something much more important than potentially being kidnapped has appeared in front of her and she MUST ADDRESS IT.]

Who said you were a rat? That is so rude, you are gorgeous! Very shabby chic.

Gorgeous?

[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?

It's Curtains Act 3 Test Drive

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