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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.]
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[Streetlights, reveals] | [Vision Statements] | [Mass Resolution: CONNECT] | [A little touch of the sun (Revival)] | [They do this bullshit like 8 times a week (Rescue)]



[It's a pleasant afternoon in the garden. Maybe not emotionally, but physically - isn't it nice when you get to have class outside?

As your voices rise, singing defiance in unison out for the Wizard, there's no immediate response; at least, nothing that clearly is a response. But there's something. Amidst the sound of your song, it may be hard to hear at first; Janis will likely be the first to notice, but eventually everyone is able to hear. It sounds as though other voices are rising along with yours.

There's something on the air - no music, or at least no instrumentals, just a disembodied sort of lyrical chant. You don't recognize any of the voices. They aren't singing the same song as you all are. Maybe they can't; they sound long long ago, and far far away now. Still - despite everything - the trees around you move lightly in a sudden soft breeze. It feels as though you have invoked something, old and entirely beyond your knowledge.

But first. Haven't you forgotten something?

It's Wednesday.

Welcome to this week's school club!]
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[When the final piece of evidence is collected, there’s no announcement. Hester’s voice doesn’t ring over the PA system, inviting you all to come to the auditorium as it has these 6 weeks prior. There’s also no body to collect or anyone new to mourn, which feels like a small blessing.

As you all filter out of your respective areas, someone is waiting for you in the lobby, positioned right next to the open double doors to the auditorium. The dress she’s wearing is a red chiffon, accented with black satin belt and trim along the sweetheart neckline and the straps tying around the back of her neck. On her feet she has the sparkling ruby slippers from the vending machine she’s worn several times.

Hester looks up at them from the clipboard in her hands, her expression a vision of calm as if she hadn’t been lying motionless on a stage after throwing herself 50 feet in an attempt to save Maya. Through the doors you can hear very faint voices despite it looking completely empty.]


Oh good, you finished. Please follow me and we can start the final trial.

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