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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[Hello Elijah Wood in a penguin costume. Good thing he's seen so many strange things at this point that he's stopped questioning it]

Ah...you mean this piano? [he arches an eyebrow slightly] I did, in fact.

It’s beautiful. [Wow. He’s learning so many new concepts. Names for things. Contextual understandings. He waddles around it for inspection.] I’ve never seen a thing that can sing before.

[‘Thing’ used as category for that which does not draw breath. Maybe the piano isn’t actually a thing after all. Maybe it’s one of those faceless moving things that they call ‘monsters’. But those roar and tear and destroy, and this piano seems pretty peaceful when it’s not being pressed on. A thing it is then.]

Aren’t there any words?

For this music specifically, no. Though there are plenty of pieces with words...though you have to sing them yourself. The piano itself does not sing words. It makes sound when I press down on one of these keys--[he indicates the white and black keys in front of him]--and then there is a small hammer that drops down onto the strings in here, making sound. [he indicates the larger part of the piano]

You aliens sure do come up with some strange things.

[Said with a fond laugh.]

Songs without words...everyone back home would think you're crazy.

[...Hm. Speaking of. He lightly taps one foot against the floor. Those tap-dancing shoes sure do make up for his lack of penguin feet.]

Could you try playing it again?

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