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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Comments

[wanderlusttitania]

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Like...like...something long, preferably?

[green_sleeves]

Now you're talking!

[She could make a joke here but from what she's seen of Sissi so far, she's fairly certain the Empress won't stomach it very well.]

Maybe a broom handle? Wanna grab one and I'll pop his mouth open?

[She grimaces - this is not how she thought today was gonna turn out. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound.]

[wanderlusttitania]

Yes. Yes, I can do that! I shall hurry!

[Time to pick up the crinolines and goooooo like Sanic


Five minutes later, she returns, triumphant.]

Here! I've got one...!

[green_sleeves]

[Wow. Sissi is a bit much with the eagerness. Anne chuckles as she runs off and shakes her head; there's more than a glint of mischief in her eyes and she's ready to have a laugh.

She heaves the body up so it's slumped against her knees. Totes grim, but whatevs. As Sissi returns, Anne digs her finger's into the man's cheeks, forcing his mouth into a fish pout.]

Stick it in then, as far as it'll go. If he doesn't choke, he's dead. Or like, really good with his gag reflex. But probs dead.

[wanderlusttitania]

[OK. ONE, TWO...

Closing eyes...!

...........

Slowly opening eyes. The broom is definitely...down there. But there's nothing. No reaction.

She quickly brings the broom out, dropping it to the floor.

She looks oddly relieved.]

[green_sleeves]

[Anne just looks her dead in the eyes, and with a straight face says,]

I can't believe you just stuck that in some dead guy's mouth. Totes disrespectful, babe.

[wanderlusttitania]

[fhghfjdwiughiejrkdeijfherow]

It was your idea-!

[green_sleeves]

Didn't touch him, babe. Only to check his pulse like any good, concerned citizen!

[Anne's not even trying to hide her smirk of laughter. She's genuinely not being cruel, just winding Sissi up for the fun of it. Unfortunately, the poor woman's just playing into it.]

It's your fingers on the broom. Hope choking ain't what he died of, or you're in trouble.

[wanderlusttitania]

[Aaand she just keeps playing into it, because the look of abject horror that comes on her face is very stark.]

No...oh, no...!

[green_sleeves]

[Anne’s chuckling now. Should she put this poor woman out of her misery?]

Mate? Get a life! Well, not the way you got his Life, but you know what I mean!

[wanderlusttitania]

No, but-I didn't-!

[But misery is Sissi's middle name, Anne!]

[green_sleeves]

You totes did though. You stuck a broom in the fella's neck.

[She pushes herself out from under the body, letting it's head thunk on the floor as she does so.]

Whoops... oh well. [She folds her arms, grinning.]

Mate, I'm totes joking.

[wanderlusttitania]

...................you...

[what the everloving-]

That's-but why would you joke about something like that!?

[green_sleeves]

Because... it's funny.

[Duh.]

I mean, grow a sense of humour.

[wanderlusttitania]

That wasn't funny--!

[Huff. Why Anne, why.]

Ah...never mind. Let's...let's just look around the room, then. Someone else can check the body.

[green_sleeves]

[Anne just rolls her eyes. Huff all you want, Sissi. Anne couldn't really care less.]

Exactly what are you looking for? Because if it's a murder weapon, they're not likely to stash it in the same place as the damn body. Even Henry had enough sense to dump the sword and the executioner back in bloody Calais.

[wanderlusttitania]

...But, don't you remember what happened last week? There were other things in the room with monsieur Slim that helped find his killer. Isn't it possible there's similar in this room, too?

[green_sleeves]

Who would be dumb enough to do the same thing twice? Unless you know something I don't, Sissi?

[Anne's voice is practically sing song as she winds Sissi up a bit more]

Honestly, all signs are pointing to you being the killer right now.

[wanderlusttitania]

I certainly did not-

[Ok, now she knows she's being messed with. Maybe.

She sighs.]

Let's just look. There could be something important in here.

Sorry work ate me

[green_sleeves]

[Anne's really not in the mood. The dead body was one thing, but Sissi's attitude is really killing her groove. Huh. Maybe Sissi is a murderer after all? Anne smirks to herself at her own joke.]

Oh who even cares anyway? They'll blame whoever they want, regardless of evidence. Don't you know how these games work by now?

IT HAPPENS orz

[wanderlusttitania]

Yes, but the more we know, the more certain we'll be. Besides, if we don't get it correct with what we have...

[She doesn't have to say it, everyone knew what happened if a guilty party got away with the murder.]