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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[The Griffin is getting more used to being human by now, though he's kept the costume wings, tail, and clawed gloves on him. And he still moves a little catlike, such as now when he's crouching by the doorway. When she speaks up, he does approach to squint at the stove.]

How hot do you want it? [At least there's convenient number markings.] And what sort of pie are you making?

Hot enough that it'll cook, love.

[She's non-plussed, really, about the costume at first. She's definitely more interested in scooping up as much flour that's fallen on the floor as possible and dumping it into the crust mix that sits, half done, in a sticky bowl on the counter.]

This and that, love, this and that. 'S a wonder what you can put together from nothing. Me dear old Alber', he was a right one for my put-tos, as I like to call 'em. Mind, he'd eat anything so long as it had the lard in it. Must be what took him home to Jesus in the end, God love 'im. Now then -

[She stands up, brushing her floury hands on her dress, before turning with a start to the Griffin.]

Jesus. Whatever have they found you to wear, dearie? Not to worry, love. Mrs Lovett will get you sorted. I'm sure there's clothes to be had round here with a few less feathers on 'em.

[He listens as she says that, frowning before turning the heat all the way to the hottest setting, waiting for the oven to heat up.]

Well, that sounds like an...interesting combination. [He blinks at her comment about his outfit, before withdrawing slightly, looking protective about it.]

I would prefer not to, actually. It's the only connection I still have to my original form, after all.

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