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[Everything has its season, everything has it's time.

School has is finally out and, once you’ve all gathered your things and climbed on the bus (of course with a trailer attached to the back for the actual barn animals), Beetlejuice roars the engine to life again and takes off across the football field and into the corn. The trip is on the longer side but surprisingly smooth, considering the driver. Better out than in, as it were. On the bus ride there’s time to relax, to talk with your rescuers, to curl up with your loved ones and maybe even take a nap. Hester certainly is- the best sleep she’s had since prom night.

Eventually the road evens out to smooth asphalt and through the windows you’ll see the sun just getting into position to set in the west, right behind the sign for the safe haven known as the Liminal Denny’s.]

[The bus rolls to a halt several feet from the doors. Maybe there are people waiting for you in the parking lot. Maybe they’re already inside, sipping coffee and ordering maple bacon sundaes for their dear ones stumbling off Beetlejuice’s Wild Ride. Maybe someone is camped out by the dumpster. The options are endless at the Liminal Denny’s!

You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. The owner decided a long time ago that the invoked revelry that comes with these cast parties is worth the mess left behind. Just don’t forget to tip your waitstaff. Heather works hard, she deserves it. After their grand slams have been slammed and goodbyes have been said everyone will be free to leave the liminal space that is this strange inter-dimensional Denny's and find themselves exactly where they want to be.

This might be the end but it doesn’t mean you have to say good-bye just yet.

The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways
The atmosphere as thrilling here as always
Feel the early morning madness
Feel the magic in the making
Why, everything's as if we never said goodbye]

[ooc: Welcome to the cast party and final log of It's Curtains act 3 and the end of the main continuity of Curtains! It has been a buckwild five years and we want to express how grateful we are for people giving this weird ass concept a chance and sticking with us through a pretty long hiatus and also Evan Hansen.

As this is the final Denny’s log, there is no castmate limit! Go nuts for donuts, ect ect. As a reminder for our past participants: it has been 5 years since R1 and 1 year since R2 and if anyone has a R0 character they would like to bring and want some loose context- let us know!

You’re all stars and thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Go take your final bows.]

madgiganticfeelings

[So that... certainly happened. Christine ran along with everyone else to escape the suffocating smoke, slamming the doors behind them in the hope it would slow the flames down. She tries not to see sticky beer-stained carpet as she runs, tries to hear the voices of her newfound friends, rather than the screams of teenagers, but it's certainly difficult.

She only stops to hastily throw open the door to Steven's room and let out Lion with them, but otherwise retreats into the gardens before... letting herself watch the opera house in silence.

Thankfully, it doesn't end with as much damage as the last fire Christine experienced. In time, she can stop shaking and unfold the note still clenched in her hand. And then she looks back at the opera house with... a different kind of fear on her face.

A fear so deep that when Mephisto and Anne finally start suggesting the possibility of returning inside, she's up on her feet in an instant.]

Meeting in the woman's first floor washroom. Give me ten minutes and I'll be there.

[Before anyone can argue with her, she runs off, hoping she sounded firm enough for them to follow her request.

She and Lion move to Stephen's room first to acquire whatever notes might still be there, but she's returns to the bathroom soon enough, all the papers now collected in her binder.]

Okay. We're probably freaked out. God knows I still am. And I want to encourage you to leave when you need to, take a break if this all gets to be too much. But I think... I think I speak for everyone- [Finally, finally she can speak for everyone. Her voice is strong enough now.] - when I say this.

[Her knuckles go white around her binder and her eyes spark back to life.]

We are not letting that fucking Wizard win anymore. So let's talk time loops.

likemypicture

[Tradition is Tradition.

Anne figures it's best to keep everyone busy in the aftermath of the trial, so she wrangles together a team of Mephisto, Santana, and Stephen to help her set up. Mephisto writes the notes and slides them under the door for Nana, Steven, and Christine, letting them know there's food and people in the dining room. The handwriting's not too great. Christine's note contains a 'P.S. If you don't feel up to it, I'll bring some food by later.' from Anne and a little doodle of Tad Cooper.

Thankfully, Anne has help setting up, so the weirdest of her food experiments don't make their way out of the kitchen. However, her platter of sandwiches does contain some interesting surprises--- you may find cheese and jelly, or peanut butter and chicken. There are normal things there too, though! And Biscuits, courtesy of Mephisto.

Their resident therapy dragon is on duty, too. Anne's made him a tiny crown for the event, and a regal little cape. He sits on a pillow in the middle of the dining room table, reigning proudly. ]

heathencall

[After a night fun in the Graveyard dies down and gives way to a new day, Mephisto gets to work compiling what they've put together over the past few days. He'll be scratching down notes between accepting cat names and all that, so it's about early evening by the time he's got things together and decides to present it to the class.

And by that, we mean thundering up and down the opera house halls demanding everyone's presence in the dining hall in the next 30 minutes.

That means you too, Jeremy.

Given the hasty nature of the meeting, there isn't the usual array of snacks set out. Mephisto does at least put out his more recent haul of pies at least? Anyone else who wanted to use that 30 minutes more productively than yelling at people is welcome to bring something though.

He's starting to understand why Riley was so stressed out about these things. But someone has to carry her torch. Someone has to be the heart and the flame.]

isawallflower

[ Another horrible week. Watching a little kid cut down by someone kind, someone who wouldn't have done that to begin with, it's...pretty horrible. More than a little horrible. Very horrible.

So. You know what time it is? Aggressively coping with organizing! Everyone will receive a handwritten note, either in person or under their door. They are delivered by Spinel. ]

[ Along the way, she runs into some help, so. Prepare for a regular smorgasbord, everyone. There's muffins and sandwiches (Nana), biscuits (Mephisto), dumplings and other Chinese cuisine, and cookies (Christine), and salads and heaps and heaps of pasta (Riley). The dining hall itself is...actually decorated? Like, there's plates and silverware set up and napkins folded into animals. Things a child would like. Someone (Anne) made this a proper gathering.

A little later on, there's another item on the menu. Pancakes! Thanks, Steven. That's...not emotionally destructive or anything. ]

isawallflower

[ Here we are, another meeting! Noon comes fast (sorry to the stake-out folks!) and Riley's got everything...well, there's not much to set up besides food and drink (no Mountain Dew this time) but she has a clipboard and a cheery attitude, nevertheless. Hosting Mode is on. ]

Welcome, everyone~! I know we've all been looking around into...everything. So! I thought it would be important to share anything we've found with the group, so we can all put our heads together, to try and. Solve this whole thing!

[ #NailedIt ]

Let's try and keep this civil and relaxed, okay?

musacal

[ WELL.... THAT SUCKED. When it was all over and they were set free, Nana went straight to her comfort place - the kitchen. She then did what she does best: cook and take care of people. With some help from Riley she's got some baking underway pretty quickly.

Soon folks will find slips of paper from her, either slipped under door ways or given to them directly. Nana doesn't say much before moving on, the notices do enough. ]

[ And indeed in the dining hall there's tons of food spread out with Nana coming in and out from the kitchen with more as they're ready. Sandwiches, salads, cut fruit, muffins, cookies, brownies, you name it. (And yes, she even went through with making a simple pound cake!) There are teas and coffee as well. If you have a request she'll try and do her best to make that too.

May as well come together after all that, right? ]

trettende

[ Hans doesn't go to his room. He can't sleep like this, covered in the Balladeer's blood and knowing what just happened. After losing... his closest friend.

Something's changed. Maybe even for good.

No, Hans goes to his room and grabs stationary. He scrawls, angrily, several notes and leaves them all under everyone's doors. ]

We're meeting in the first floor Men's Room. There are no cameras there. I have something important to tell everyone.

- Hans

inforapenny

This is your formal acceptance into the United League of Opera House Survivors. Whether or not you ignore this, You are not alone.

Something must be done. This status is not quo.

We will not be ignored. We will not be manipulated. We will not be victims anymore.

Join me in the dining room. We need to plan.

[Anna also gets an additional message.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't done more. That I haven't done enough. But being here has made me stronger. Being with you has made me stronger. I'm not a joke, or a dork. I'm just me.

I promised you sunshine, Anna. We're going to get out of here to see your home again.
-Your Billy

[He'll be sitting at the table after delivering 10 of the 11 copies of the same letter that he's written out. The others all were trifolded and slid under dressing room doors with the recipient's name written on the back.

This last one, however, the one that he's worrying in his hands but never unfolding as he sits at the table, simply has a large B written on the back.]

Thanks for, uh. Thanks for coming. If you want to stay on this side of the room, I found a vent that can block this camera but not... not the other one.

solomonjihad

[Sometimes after the trial, Astarte decides to burn her anger off in the kitchen. That's a good idea, right? Right?? This trial really opened her eyes. Monsters - real monsters - they could be in any form.

The voice would be enjoying the anger, if it had not been so suppressed beforehand. If the anger hadn't been real, righteous anger like Astarte feels.

At some point, the small of cooked pumpkin wafts through the air, and soon enough in the first floor lobby, there's a little paper at the merchandising booth.

CAKE AND COFFEE IN THE TEA ROOM.

Its not a crazy recipe - its just pumpkin bread. Where did Astarte get the pumpkin to make it? Who knows? In any case, at least one loaf is a little burnt on the bottom. There's also a large thermos of coffee on the table. Feel free to help yourselves.

Astarte, for her part, is sitting in the tea room, staring at the fire as she drinks her cup of coffee. Staring, and thinking. Ruminating.

There are more question than answers that have come up, after all.]

solomonjihad

[...She...she isn't sure what to do. She doesn't get sleep that night. She wanders around, sitting in the tea room, walking the library, trying to figure out what to do with herself. What to do for Natalie. For everyone in general.

Is this how the trials worked? Will they have to deal with another next week? Can she...she condemned Natalie's brother. She'd probably never speak to Astarte again.

This is your fault. Death is more preferable to such shame, isn't it?

As 7 am finally came around, and the kitchen opened, Astarte decides to do something. Hime...had wanted to have cake with everyone. A nobody dying cake. She should try to...try and fulfill that promise.

So, she starts working on a cake, using a recipe from the library's various cookbooks. It won't be as good as Hime's, she knows this. But she has to try. It also isn't going to look great, but...it won't be bad for the taste, right?

Once she's finished, there's a...cake in the dining room, along with some other foodstuffs, and a note that says HELP YOURSELF. There's also Astarte, starting to doze off at the other end of the table, then shaking her head to keep herself awake. Feel free to try and help her stay awake, or not, regardless of what you decide to eat or not eat.]

onthebusagain

[Mid-day on Sunday, Heather goes around and slips notes under dressing room doors.

If you don't want to be alone today, there will be snacks and people in the Ballroom today --Heather

She's even dotted every i with a little heart! How cute.

The dining hall is a way better location for a party (or whatever this is) with its close proximity to the kitchen, and more intimate space- but Heather doesn't want to be anywhere near that place. Not for a while, at least. True to her word, Heather's brought snacks- finger sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and a big pitcher of lemonade. There isn't much else set up, but the piano is still there, should anyone want to play.]

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Entries tagged with afterparty

we raise our cups and drink them up || goodnight, brothers, goodnight

[After...party?] I would give anything, but for the grace of God I'm here and still aware

and after the party it's the AFTER PARTY

[meeting] Me Duce Tutus Eris

and i know things now, many valuable things...

ain't no time for moping when we're working and we're coping

Revue of Horror

afterparty!! guess who's dead!! It's the only person hans ever trusted!!

Anyone with half a brain can see that all these murders are insane

Who will tell your story?

Cake is the food that no one has to die for

well this is a depressing excuse for a party