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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[Aw, shit. Uncomfortable girls are his one weakness.]

I mean, you don't have to. I can, I just—

[Was Jeremy his friend? He's not sure he'd say that, but he actually liked Jeremy and that's something. If he has to touch a body, he doesn't really want it to be this one.]

—nevermind. I'll take the bloody parts, you check his pockets?

[To be fair, most girls don't have Death playing pranks on them at random points in their life and for all she could know the body'll pop up and turn out to be him possessing it going COME WITH MEEEEE I LOOOOVE YOOOOOU~ again so

After a moment, she finally steels herself and nods, despite the fact she's still very violently shaking. As long as she doesn't have to touch their flesh. She's got this.

After deep breaths, she shoves her hands into the pockets as fast as she can, grabbing out what contents she can before bringing them back out, her fingers dropping the contents into her lap.]

I--I think I have it...!

[She's hoping at least. Give her a second to compose herself.]

[Jeremy's pockets looted! You now have his room key, a pen, and a friendship bracelet.

Meanwhile, Connor's trying not to get blood all over himself as he tries to work out what the hell happened here. Weird that Jeremy got stabbed, given that the SQUIP's been talking big game about protecting him.]

Hey, do you—what was that stuff Christine gave to Farrah for safekeeping? Did anybody else get some of that?

[It was Mountain Dew Red.]

I don't think I did, no...

[Room key, hmm. But...something does catch her eye, though further from the body.

She slides over to pick it up. Paper-she unfolds it-]

A letter?

A letter? What's it say?

[He comes around to crouch next to her, not quite reading over her shoulder but more to look at the handwriting and see if it's a match for anyone's.]

MUSIC ROOM. 2AM. YOU KNOW WHY. That's all it says.

[It's also a little bit hard to tell the handwriting. Well, ok, it's lots hard.

It's typed out with no signature. Still, she hands it to Connor, just in case there's something she's missing.]

'You know why'...

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[Well, ripity fuckity. He takes it and holds it up to the light, trying to see if there's anything hidden maybe.]

Maybe someone else will have any idea what that means. [He does fold it and shove it in his pocket, though.] Guess we know why he was here, though.

[Since they're in the music room and all.]

[A slow nod.]

Yes...then whoever wrote this likely did so intending...

[Well.]

We...we should check everything in here, then? Like...last time.

[Like this should be normal.

No, God, she hates this.]

Yeah. [He scrubs a hand across his face.] You check that half, I'll check this half?

[He points as he says it, assigning Sissi the half of the room, uh. Without the body in it. He feels a little bad for making her check the body with him and he's not gonna make her potentially find a murder weapon.]

All right...

[Which means she's in the part of the room with part of the orchestral pit and the instrument closet.

As she starts moving guitars and stuff inside the closet, she spots something on the ground. But...]

Excuse me, monsieur Connor?

I believe I may need your help.

Just a sec.

[He's got a knife that he quickly pockets when she calls for him and he's taken note of the tracks leading out of the room. When he comes over, he hovers just outside the door to the closet.]

What's up?

There is some kind of article of clothing beneath this speaker.

[Points. Yup. It's under there. The large speaker is sitting on top of it.]

Would you be all right moving it somehow so we can get it out? It looks a bit heavy for me.

[Huh. What a weird place for clothing to be. Connor eyes the speaker. He's not super strong, honestly, but he can manage this.]

Yeah. I can't lift the whole thing though, so I'll tip the speaker back and you grab it.

Right.

[She starts to kneel.]

Whenever you're ready!

Okay. [He waits until she's in position.] I'm gonna tip it back on three. One, two, three.

[He tips it back on three, as promised. The speaker's unwieldy enough that he can't really hold it this way for long but he'll wait for confirmation from her before letting it drop back into place.]

[She grabs the item beneath the speaker.]

Ok, I have it!--eh?

[She opens it up to reveal a hoodie. A very big hoodie.]

[Connor waits until she moves back to set the speaker down and comes back around to look at the hoodie. Well, that's interesting.]

How do you think that got under there?

Well...I suppose someone put it there much as we just got it out?

[She frowns at the hoodie. Seriously. It's gigantic.]

Who in the world would wear something like this?

Dunno, that thing's pretty heavy. Although I guess if whoever it is can wear a hoodie that size, then it wouldn't a be a problem.

[That's a massive sweater. He's tall, but skinny so uh. Not his, at least. Or, well. Probably not, anyway.]

[Sissi has a literal wasp-waist, she'd be swimming in that thing.]

Hm.

[She frowns as she looks at the hoodie. Looking near the hoodie's pocket, she blinks, eyes widening.]

I-is that blood?

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