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

[violentenvies]

I am hardly that. Merely someone who has consideration for others who might not want another's fingers in their jam. [and now we're back to drawling sarcasm] A rare type I am, I know.

[green_sleeves]

Well, don't eat it if you're that fussed. More for me!

[She shakes her head and chuckles.]

Why does it disgust you so, Monsieur...? You'd be lucky to share a jam that has had my fingers in it. Why, if you try this one -
[She indicates the marmalade] - it shall be almost as if we are kissing. And I hear that I am rather famed for my kisses.

[She laughs again. There's bitterness there. In truth, she'd always been so good. And yet, here she was with that reputation. May as well laugh about it.]

[violentenvies]

[Anne pls he is too into Mozart's music for this. But he does note that hint of bitterness in her laugh.

Interesting.]

As it is, Madamoiselle Boleyn, I prefer my jam without the addition of someone's fingers, no matter what sort of fame is attached to them.

[he folds his arms, considering her for a moment]

It seems you've adapted rather well to your celebrity, however.

[green_sleeves]

So you've heard about the fingers, huh?

[She pouts. That had been an incredibly unkind rumour amongst the many others that she'd had to deal with. To his other statement, she shrugs.]

What's the point in trying to fight it? I was notorious in my first life and now I'm back... well, I guess time doesn't heal everything, does it?

[violentenvies]

[He has not heard about the fingers and at this point he is too afraid to ask so he's just going to...move the conversation right along.]

I suppose it doesn't.

[lmao he doesn't know yet that that'll be #relatable but boy

Anyway, for now, he'll stick with this]

If anything, it seems to make things more fantastic.

[green_sleeves]

[Scaredy cat]

What? The tech and stuff? When I woke up dumped here - I mean like, not here, but in the twenty first century - I was like, no way. It was weirder than my weirdest dream, and let me tell you, I've had some weird ones. But things where you can put food in - food in a box as well - and press a button and it's suddenly hot. And a light switch. No more fire hazards. I mean, kinda takes the risk out of stuff, but so much more safer when you've had a couple, am I right? And God bless whoever invented a car! I love horses but man, cars are so much more convenient!

[violentenvies]

[you know, like, nya]

I...must admit, there are certainly some perks to this whole time-shift. I was able to actually spend some time composing last night without straining my eyes too much. These lights are certainly far more efficient than a candle ever has been.

[green_sleeves]

You write music? I love writing music and songs and stuff. Do you play as well?

[violentenvies]

I do, in fact, both compose and play. I generally compose operas, concertos and the like. [he seems rather pleased to meet another composer] What sorts of music do you compose?

[green_sleeves]

Well, back before Henry decided I was a pain in the neck, I was mega into music. Harp, lute, flute, rebec... it was one of the last things I did before facing the sword.

[She looks pensive a moment, contemplating her own death and the haunting melancholy of 'O Deathe rock me asleep.' But the moment doesn't last: she shakes herself and grins that overly large, overly confident smile again.]

Now - me and the other Queens, we got a band together, did a few tours, and I've gotta say, I'm the one they're queueing up to see. It should be Anne Boleyn and the Other Five, less important wives of Henry VIII.