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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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Mumble Happyfeet | Happy Feet
[In an ill-fitting tux and a beak strapped to his face, a wide-eyed guy waddles from his room. Quite literally. Arms stuck at his side, acting like he doesn't even have knees.]
Hello? Excuse me? Do any of you know the way back to Emperor Land?
[He also seems to have a stiff neck. What a funny guy.]
ii. the first rule of Bread Club is...
[Mumble got removed from school as a chick for being a heathen and ill-omen, so hey - time to catch up on missed opportunities!
He's sat here, all normal and human-like, arms nervously tapping at his sides as he looks out at the spread of...spreads.
Something's just not right.]
Hey, uh...anyone else feel like they're being watched in here?
iii. cue...music?
[Of course, being turned into a human doesn't stop Mumble from having a heart song!
His heart is so full of feeling, being in such a strange and new place after all, and even if penguin society doesn't want him to...he's going to sing!
...Terribly. Just awfully. Intolerably. There aren't even lyrics, or...words...or notes. It's the horrid, guttural screeching of a square peg in a round hole.
At least, even if it sounds like it, nothing has died.]
i.
[Oh. Oooooh. This person looks just as lost as her.]
Which emperor, if I may ask?
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Yes! Emperor land! [They're getting somewhere! She's a lot more friendly than he expected from the Skuas. Maybe she could show him the way home, and bring back the fish too! But, her follow-up question has him tilting his head.] ...Which Emperor? What do you mean? We're all Emperors.
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[She needed to think this out. Uuuuuh--wait!
Perhaps this young man means there's a summit of emperors! Hmm!]
So you are saying you are an emperor...do you happen to know someone by the name of Franz Josef? Or, ah, Napoleon, perhaps?
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No, I don’t know either of those penguins. [Funny names, those.] Are they friends of yours?
[This is great! If penguins and Aliens can be friends, then getting the fish back and saving his people will be easy!]
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[Well, way more than that, but not the real question.]
Penguins? You are looking for...penguins?
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[Mumble nods. Like this is very obvious information that’s not even worth asking about.]
That’s what Emperors are.
[He guesses Aliens don’t know much about penguins.]
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I am a penguin.
[Silly.]
...Haven't you ever seen a penguin before?
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[Oooooooh. Ok, it's that kind of thing.
She tries to be gentle, while not outright denying his claim. He clearly believed it to be the truth, after all.]
Well, I...of course I have, but monsieur, you don't look like a penguin.
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I'm pretty sure I know what I look like.
[Said whilst absolutely not looking at himself.]
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I see...so, then, you must be an...unusual penguin to not have wings.
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[Cut to: human arms.]
...
[SCREAM]
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Oh-please, don't be upset, it'll be all right! There's nothing wrong with...having...arms.
[What do help :,D]
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What -
[Breathe? Breathe. Okay he's not doing much breathing.]
What have you done with my feathers?! What are - [Holds up flipper-toes.] - these?
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[At this, she looked at the flipper toes.]
You mean your hands and fingers, monsieur?
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This is an alien abduction, isn't it? The Skua said something about being probed, and, he had this thing on his leg... [He sticks his out. Oh God, they are so long.] But...[His words come out at a normal pace now.] He didn't look anything like this.
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When he stops, Spongebob gives him an enthusiastic applause.]
Woohoo! You did amazing Mumble! I'd say your music is even better than Squidward's clarinet music!
[If anyone here knew who Squidward was here that might seem like the most backhanded compliment ever.]
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You really think? [An exhaled, embarassed laugh.] You're the first person to say that.
[Pause.]
What's a 'clarinet'?
[Can you eat it?]
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He beams back at Mumbles.]
Really? I think more people should be listening to your singing in that case!
Well, you see a clarinet is a woodland instrument that has one reed and cylindrical with a fluted end, and is pretty popular in both classical and jazz! It kinda looks like an oboe if you've seen one of those.
[He prattles this off like this is common knowledge.]
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An oboe? [He laughs.] Spongebob, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
[Fluted? Reed? Woodwind?]
What kind of sound does it make?
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[Spongebob thinks for a moment before an idea springs to mind.]
Oh wait! Don't move a flipper.
[Spongebob sprints to the kitchen and runs back a few seconds later with a paper towel roll.]
Now this won't sound exactly like a clarinet but it should give you an idea of what woodwinds sound like!
[He blows into the roll and manages to play an amazingly accurate few bars of Clarinet Concerto in B-flat major. He stops soon after to hand the roll to Mumble so he can try it out.]
Of course we could always ask the guy keeping us here for an actual clarinet, but it's fun to play with these things!
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[Colour Mumble impressed!]
Sounds...interesting!
[Mumble takes the roll between his weird, pink, fleshy flippers.]
Well...here goes!
[Mumble shoves the tube over the top of his beak and...with a big inhale....it makes a rather ...discordant toot. If you could even call it a toot. It’s more like a prpprtbbtbttbb.]
Is that right?
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Not bad for your first try! You don't have to be so... forceful though. Try relaxing when you do it!
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[He can do relaxed! Just like Mrs. Astrakhan taught him.
Big belly breath in. Relax the shoulders. Stand up straight.]
Ppppfffffffbbttttttt
[Somehow, it's worse.
He didn't do well with Mrs. Astrakhan's lessons.]