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itscurtains2021-06-06 01:03 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-06 01:03 am
Week Two
[Last week, no murder happened! Instead, a lot of students started work on Salieri's school play, which sounds pretty cool even though it's gonna be short, several people destroyed Bigfoot and got a few mysterious clues, and Orpheus started a fire in the kitchen! All in all, not a bad first week!
Though some people might have gone to talk to Hester, she hasn't made any more public announcements. There's some new papers posted up around the cafeteria, but it looks like it's just your upcoming lunch schedule. Seems like nothing's driving you towards Rule Five except, perhaps, all of the kidnapping and how criminally boring some of you are finding the school. Maybe the Balladeer is right, and you really can just wait this out? Only time will tell!]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
(( No new locations this week, since y'all haven't paid in blood! Hester's office hours are still open, as are regains! Make sure to complete your first activity check by Tuesday! ))
Though some people might have gone to talk to Hester, she hasn't made any more public announcements. There's some new papers posted up around the cafeteria, but it looks like it's just your upcoming lunch schedule. Seems like nothing's driving you towards Rule Five except, perhaps, all of the kidnapping and how criminally boring some of you are finding the school. Maybe the Balladeer is right, and you really can just wait this out? Only time will tell!]
(( No new locations this week, since y'all haven't paid in blood! Hester's office hours are still open, as are regains! Make sure to complete your first activity check by Tuesday! ))
MONDAY
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She's far more wary when she puts each coin in this time. Thankfully, it plays out in her favor, too. Nothing too alarming comes out. Not until the end, at least.
After putting her last two coins in, Maya steps back and watches. The first to fall is a simple little object, a gold button that she only recognizes once the second object falls. It's a jacket, bright red and familiar. She'd only seen it once, in preparation for the revues. But as she throws it over her shoulder on instinct and finds a perfect fit, she knows it to be hers.
There's only one problem. The golden rope meant to secure the jacket to her shoulder falls down uselessly against her shoulder. She picks it up, intending to simply retie it, but the end frays uselessly against the tips of her fingers. Not untied, but cut.
The Giraffe had, of course, explained the Revue process. When the coat fell, the Revue was over. The one that had been disrobed would be marked the loser. Which meant --]
No. [Maya doesn't seem to realize she's spoken aloud. She simply shakes her head, and casts the jacket to the side. She moves to collect the rest of her belongings, including the small button. The jacket can stay, the rest is being hoisted away.
This was all just a mistake, simple as that.
Later in the day, Maya will settle in the cafeteria once she's calmed down. She sips a cup of tea, while the rest of her collected goods are set out in front of her. Yard sard? Yard sard.]
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[He picks it up holding it out. Unfortunately, Connor isn't my character with, uh. A deep, significant relationship to a jacket.]
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It is not mine.
[It can't be. It's that easy.]
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Is everything okay?
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Just some confusion. I mistook this jacket as my own, when I was clearly incorrect.
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[Elle smiles at Maya.]
Did you get all of this from that weird vending machine?
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[She doesn't look too pleased about it, but it's fine.]
You are welcome to any of it, if it strikes your fancy.
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Oh, hey, what? Did you get this from the concessions stand?
[ Yes. She is holding the deer skin. ]
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I did, unfortunately. [She looks a little disturbed.] Did you want it?
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cw: hunting talk
cw: hunting talk
cw: hunting talk, animal gutting
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Eventually curiosity gets the better of him, though, and he loads the pile of loose change into the pockets of his paint-covered uniform. First he heads to Longacre dorm to see if Eurydice is still there, peering in through the door at a mildly unreasonable hour, then it's off to the cafeteria, where the gigantic pile of trombones and tubas that inexplicably appeared on Thursday remains. He assumes they came out of the machine too? But why.
Pondering that question distracts him from his task for a moment as he stares at the stack of brass instruments, but after a while he remembers why he came here and starts feeding coins into the machine, which as before spits out a lot of garbage, including an entire tuba (which Orpheus just... carefully sets aside with the rest) and a pie that's on fire. Thankfully that doesn't set off the smoke alarms, somehow? But he's very careful to set that on a table and watch it until it goes out. The rest being less immediately alarming gives him time to sort through it more carefully, which he does, sitting down on the floor and carefully organizing the pile. ]
Oh! My notebook! [ He holds up a small, thin notebook with a black cover, its pages well-worn with use. Flipping through the pages, it's definitely his - filled with handwritten musical notation and guitar tabs and lyrics and miscellaneous notes and doodles from over the past year or so. He looks pretty excited to have it back.
But there'll be time to go through all his notes again later. For now there's a lot of stuff on the floor that he should probably take care of, so he sets about doing that. As before, he takes the pies to the kitchen, where he sets them on a shelf in the refrigerator, the clothes and accessories to the costume room where he lays them out carefully before trying to put them in some semblance of order on the racks, and the rest goes to the scene shop. He hesitates, though, as he's putting the last item away. It's the prop knife - which he examines carefully as he stands in front of a closet full of similar stage weapons. Thoughtfully, he presses down on the tip of the knife with his index finger, pushing the dull trick blade into the handle with a metallic springy creaking noise. The start of an idea is forming, here, slowly but surely. ]
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What have you done?! [don't think he didn't hear of the smoke alarm fiasco]
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[ Good thing it stayed upright and contained in its crust, somehow. Imagine alcohol-soaked flaming mincemeat going all over the floor. ]
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[Connor's in here to grab gloves to keep under his pillow in the event that the awful racoon that now lives in their dorm gets any ideas about other people's beds.]
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Oh? Is that something of yours from home?
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More dolls...
[Yup. She's bringing all this to the cafeteria, along with the other crap she's received, outside of the edelweiss and mirror, of course, those things are....kind of useful.
...and the cookie, which she will be eating a few rueful bites of as she stares at her increasing pile of stuff.]
Ha...
[She picks up the sacred talisman, staring at it with some particular confusion.
A little later, she is in and around the Longacre Dorm, possessing a strange-looking instument and wearing a dress that seems to be made for someone with her tiny waist. The dress doesn't seem to be the problem she's currently having, though.]
Ngh-!
[It's her hair. She's clearly frustrated as she tries to brush her hair, style it, something, anything. But it's so long, and...well, she's used to people helping her do her hair. And that was when it was just down to her waist.
Finally, she just throws her hands up.]
This is impossible...!
[Yeah. She could use some help.]
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Hey, what'cha got there?
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[Cassandra's been watching from her bed for a good minute or so, busying herself with shining a chestplate with... a wig? It's a red wig. She nods at Elisabeth.]
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They certainly stuff quite the assortment of trash into that machine. How fun.
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So once he’s dressed and ready, Salieri goes about his day, mostly keeping to himself until an hour or two before the performance, though he can be found if needed.]
PERFORMANCE
[A few hours before the performance, Salieri can be found in the Cafeteria at the stage, making sure that everything is preset and ready to go. The tables have been pushed back and the chairs from the choir room taken and moved to form rows in front of the stage for people to sit in.
Finally, 7 p.m. rolls around. Hope you’re in your seats with your snacks, because the lights are getting dimmed and Salieri will be stepping out onto the stage.]
Monsieur et Madame, thank you so much for your attendance. This evening, we will be performing an extended scene from a work in progress entitled Les Danaïdes. The work itself is in French, however the narration will be in English. This evening, the role of the Narrator will be performed by Monsieur Balladeer. The role of Danaus will be performed by Monsieur Benjamin Barker. The role of Hypermnestra will be performed by Mademoiselle Maya Tendo, and the roles of Le Chœur de la Conscience will be performed by Mademoiselle Cassandra and Elsa and Monsieur Spongebob. Costumes were designed by Mademoiselle Elle and constructed with help from Mademoiselle Elsa and Monsieurs Benjamin and Angus. Sets and lighting were constructed by Mademoiselle Janis and Monsieurs Varian and Angus. Primary direction and conducting was done by myself, and my assistant director was Mademoiselle Farrah.
We do hope that you all enjoy the performance.
[and with that, he’ll step off the stage and out in front, so that he can conduct. There’s no baton, but that’s fine--he just won’t use one.
Salieri’s essentially taken what is originally a short scene and expanded on it, changed the instrumentation to fit the few instruments they have, and added a sung Narration over and instrumental duet between The Balladeer and Sissi to explain the scene, telling the audience that about Danaus’s plans for his 50 daughters marry his brother’s 50 sons, and have them murder them in their sleep. The Narration then goes on to explain that only one of his daughters, Hypermnestra, refuses to kill her husband and, as urged on by the voices of her Conscience, prepares to beg her father not to go through with such an evil plot.
From there (and whether your character will understand what is being sung in French because of Magical Game Reasons will be individually determined,) it transitions into an alternate beginning of the scene, showing Hypermnestra alone with the Chorus, who, both as a group and in individual solos (one for each of them,) urge her to trust her conscience and to not go through with such a terrible action as murder. Soon after, Danaus enters, angrily scolding Hypermnestra and accusing her of betraying her family. They argue back and forth, until Hypermnestra lapses into an aria where she begs her father not to become the assassin of his future family. Unfortunately, her pleas fall on deaf ears, as Danaus reminds her that it is prophesied that he himself will be killed should any of the sons of his brother still live. He leaves the stage and Hypermnestra is left behind, soon joined once again by the Chorus, who once again comfort her, and reassure her of her decision.
With that, the curtains will come down, before opening once again so that the cast may take their bows--first The Balladeer and Sissi, then Cassandra, Elsa and Spongebob, then Benjamin and finally Maya. Then the entire cast as a whole. After that, Salieri is brought up on stage to give his own bow along with Farrah as assistant director, as well as the rest of the cast and crew thereafter--First, those that worked on the costumes, being Elle, Angus, Elsa and Benjamin, and then those that worked on the sets, being Janis, Varian, and Angus. Finally, there is a bow by the whole cast and crew.
The whole performance takes no longer than half an hour, and after a few of those full cast and crew bows, Salieri will step forward from the group so he can quiet the applause with a hand and make a final announcement.]
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AFTERPARTY
Once again, I would like to thank you all for coming. As thanks, I would like to invite you all to an after performance party here in the cafeteria. I have been brewing a barrel of honeyed short mead for everyone to enjoy this evening, and Monsieur Spongebob has graciously prepared a variety of things to eat as well.
So, without further ado…
[and he motions to the tables where there’s food set out as well as the barrel of honey mead set up with several cups around for the pouring.]
(OOC: And here is where afterparty toplevels and general shenanigans can go. o/)
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for once having icons from the actual curtain call is relevant
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Most of the Balladeer's morning is given over to practicing his part. In deference to people who might not want to hear the music before it happens, he secludes himself in the gym to practice on top of the bleachers. People don't seem to spend a ton of time in here - which makes sense, since there's not much in here? The acoustics are pretty iffy, but that's alright; he's only rehearsing. He'd need Sissi to make it a proper practice anyway. He'll stop playing if anybody comes in. Elle said that vests are more dressy, so he's wearing that today.]
Hey, were you gonna do sports in here? I can move!
[Later in the afternoon, he takes a trip down to the vending machine. He's definitely a little nervous about it, but...well, if there's more guns, he'd better grab them and put them in the gun locker.
Luckily, that doesn't seem to be happening this time!]
Oh! Oh, wow!
[He's kneeling on the ground in front of the machine, smiling down at something cupped in his hands. It's a lizard! The Balladeer sort of pokes at it with a finger, trying to pet it - is that a thing one does with lizards? Do they eat fruit, or bugs? Where should he put it? The other items he's received are sitting on the ground around him, forgotten for the moment. Swing by if you want any of them, or if you have any lizard-related protips?]
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Where did he come from?? That machine?
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Which- oh, wait.]
Woah! Another lizard?!
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