#clue the stage play

[flintt]

i just got casted as the french maid in my production of Clue.. i think i had the hardest case of whiplash when my director told me because she literally does “so would you wear a maid dress” while knowing i only wear skirts once in a blue moon

[juniemunie]

"Why am I still doing this?"

"Don't you get it?"

"This is all just a show... and we're playing parts~"

[sableeira]

do you guys think Verlaine was just one room down from the dungeon where skk had their gay ass reunion?

[phantom-alpha]

this was for school, but since i had never used the program i drew this in until i drew it, i pretty much spent the entire time trying to figure out what i was doing

well, if nothing else, at least i got to draw fellow my beloved

[sunnnfish]

Was playing ace attorney and the steel samurai theme was playing and then my phone rang and well. My ringtone is also the steel samurai theme. Was a funny moment to me

[vonlipvig]

I'm torn about a possible Clue remake. On one hand..... It's Clue and they might add more endings.. Possibly characters since I think they added a bunch for the boardgame.... On the other hand.... It's a remake and those are.... Mostly miss.

i'm gonna be honest, if it's a remake i just straight up don't want it cause i know i'm going to be the most annoying person in that movie theater going 'wow i wish i was watching clue (1985) right now' and like, why try to improve on perfection.

if you must, do a sequel/new story, which would be fun at best and mid and forgettable at worst. or fuck it, adapt another board game, why the hell not. i'm sat for risk: the movie, who gives a shit anymore.

[ahalliance]

ive been rotating this thought around in me head for a while now. Midnight really is just a stellar example of modern day hitchcockian writing

[tourist-gengar]

“Ooh! A mystery! This’ll be fun!”

Clue is one of my favorite movies, and my sister was helping out with this particular production, so I wanted to support her.

I had fun, they changed some things, but they had some pretty good jokes in there.

[burinazar]

(Umineko spoilers maybe idk)

i forget if i've posted it here but I've been reading Umineko for a really long time

I've just finished episode 5, the first "answer" arc, believing it would finally reveal what "really" happened in some of the earlier episodes (actually for some reason I thought it would be a retelling of episode 1 from a different POV, but it became clear it wasn't lol), and...it was really confusing and the whole ending was a huge slog and I still feel like I'm waiting for it to 'pay off'. I'm very willing to be patient with fiction but at this point the amount of time invested versus amount of enjoyment/portions where I actively felt like reading onwards instead of a sunk cost thing is getting ridiculously unbalanced. I've never spent this much time working through a single a piece of entertainment in my entire life, I think, not counting things that I dropped or put on hold.

The thing is, I watched the episode one stage play recently and relly enjoyed it. That I feel capable to theorize about, et cetera. Having full visuals of everything happening, even if we couldn't take the visuals as exact reality, really helped. f the whole thing was available as plays I wouldn't be having this problem, both the format and the length are far more appealing to me. I know there's a manga, but I've never heard anyone say to read that instead of the VNs or a suggestion that's the way to do it, and it's probably late to switch. I feel really frustrated. If I keep reading, it's throwing more time at somethingI've already spent so much time on with little reward, but if I don't keep reading, I'll never know what is really happening and unfortunately I do want to know.

And...I just...don't get why it isn't working for me. It's obviously true not every person will click with every piece of entertainment -- but everyone says this is good fiction for people who like to get meta, who like to interrogate the narrative, who like to form their own theories. If you've followed me for any length of time you know I love overanalyzing shit, I love reading much farther into things than the author intended, I'm enamored with 'stories about stories' and the idea of pulling out characters in the middle to talk to them and see what they think of their fate and whether they might fight against it and against the conventions of narrative is all catnip to me.

I just don't get why none of that is happening with this story for me. Could it be because I don't feel a strong enough connection to the characters and story to analyze it THAT much? It's true I'm not fixated, and that's usually what leads to me super-analyzing a series --but obviously that's not a requirement for me to watch/read/enjoy something, and I don't *dislike* the characters. Surely a lot of people were just reading this VN the way one reads a mystery novel normally, with a "normal" amount of interest in what's going on and thinking about it... I really like sherlock holmes and agatha christie (at least i used to a lot growing up), and the fact of 'i'm not that obsessed with whoever holmes is helping this time because why would i be' was not at all a barrier to following along with the mystery or applying reasoning to it...that really can't be it...

It feels impossible to theorize because I understand the format so little, and having it explained to me doesn't help -- it's just way too hard for me to tell what narration is from the point of view of a character (who may be unreliable) and what is from the point of view of a story and 'actually happening' and thus can be used as a clue to deduce off of, and the red and blue truths are supposedly to help with this but like, I'm trying to look at the story and theorize off *that* and those aren't meant to be the entire story on their own (one can use them to falsify theories but to come up with theories you're supposed to use the story itself as told in the white text...and I don't know what in the white text can "really be used", and also there's so MUCH of it and I forget half of what happened by the end of an arc).

......I've been trying to finish this VN for over a year and a half at this point. The entire experience has been so defeating to be honest. If I heard someone tell me this about LOGH when they were seventy episodes in I'd tell them they shouldn't force themselves to keep watching and that it's very likely the series just isn't their thing, but the difference is in Umineko I feel like all the time I've spent so far will be hugely wasted if I never get to find out what happened, and i DO WANT to know, it's not just a sunk cost fallacy, I don't want to miss out on knowing -- whereas someone who watched 70 episodes of LOGH would at least fucking know what happened in those episodes and quit with some comprehension of the portion of the narrative that they've covered already...

I guess I'm particularly dejected right now because I thought the ending of the fifth arc was going to have, uh, answers. Since it's an "answer" arc. But unless we're meant to believe that the culprit named at the end is the real one (it seems like no? Unless we can't even rely on her internal monologue about not being guilty. After all, her internal monologue isn't in red, so It can't be relied upon to be her real thoughts...or something...?!) I would have called myself a fan of mystery, but none of this makes me want to "think" at all because it's so confusing and so long and there's so much. I've finally hit the "answer" arcs and there are still no answers.

[midsummernightsscheme]

y'all i'm ASMing my school's fall play and we put the cast list out today so i left town cause i'm terrified of the actors yelling at me about it! they know that i'm in the room when casting decisions are being made and even though i'm not really making any decisions they can still get pissy towards me about it. plenty of actors did not get cast where they wanted to be (or cast at all) and i ofc get how tough that is but sometimes it just isn't your show. but i'm really really excited for this show and i think once the cast settles down it'll be really good! i think it's tricky to do theatre as a highschooler when you have a position of power. i think about that a lot.

[hardtchill]

Lol a 5-0 win isn’t convincing? Nz is legitimately terrible and this camp is pointless. Should have just stayed local and called in a large camp because he can’t afford not to.

It's not about if you win but how you win. They could have won 8-0 and still have played terrible. They could have also won 2-0 and played great.

People put too much emphasis on the scoreline instead of what is actually happening on the field.

[nexus-nebulae]

watching the spirited away stage play over and over just for the background spirits (and the songs)

[mosscrab]

haven't done one since clue i have a need to do a character note sheet

[topperscumslut]

if i had a nickel for every time i developed an embarrassing, unhealthily obsessive crush and borderline parasocial attachment for a guy who’s a little young for me in january/february who only sees me as a friend (and not even a close one at that) months after doing theatre with him, temporarily integrating into his theatre friend group, and getting dumped during tech week by a different guy i rushed into a relationship with all the while being in deep, DEEP denial of my feelings for said theatre guy the whole time who still includes me and is nice to me even when drama ensues and some or most of the rest of the theatre group turns against me and even the ones im still chill with im not close with anymore and i have to accept that the show is over and i was a temporary part of a permanent friend group, and i became extremely obvious about my feelings and ended up getting left on opened and pretty much indirectly rejected by him right before valentine’s day and wrote a song about how down bad i am for him and how it’s driving me insane and in turn probably fucked up our entire friendship as well as my ability to participate in local theatre without it being awkward, i would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

tbh i think my biggest fear is being in a show with both of them at the same time lmfao. i mean. it’s scarily likely that they know, or at least know of, each other considering they’ve both done shows at our local theatre (one i met thru this theatre in the recent show i was in, the other i met thru a local high school theatre program even tho we went to different high schools, but he was in at least one of the shows at this local “adult” theatre before i was, just not the show i was just in). at least this time around the guy that dumped me and broke my heart isn’t the new crush’s best friend. fucking hell.

[claire-starsword]

so, was anyone gonna tell me that ram laddu is an indian snack, or was I supposed to find that out on a whim myself?

[zylev-blog]

Batman opened the door, catching the falling body that had come out of the tube. Glowing green Lazarus water flowed around his feet, but he didn’t care. He gently laid the boy onto the ground, listening for breathing sounds. But he wasn’t even sure if his species could breathe. The boy was no older than Tim, with stark-white hair, and pale green skin. The boy wasn’t human, that was for sure, but as to what species he was, Batman had no clue. The teenager hadn’t even opened his eyes since being removed from the tube.

The Lazarus water didn’t smell quite like the pits he was used to. The water smelled cleaner, stronger. Less like battery acid and more like a strong-scented cleaner that he couldn’t give a name to.

He grasped the boy by the shoulders as he picked him up bridal style. He needed to take the boy to the cave, and figure out if he was even alive. A regular hospital wouldn’t be able to do anything for him.

“Batman, we’ve apprehended the last of the men in white suits.” Red Robin said over the comms.

“Good,” His voice was gruff, “Make sure they don’t escape before police arrive.”

Tim didn’t bother saying anything else to him. Neither of them were in the mood for jokes. Not after what they had seen tonight. They had stumbled across a lab in Gotham in an abandoned warehouse. They had thought that it was a Joker hideout when they first arrived, but they had quickly found out that wasn’t the case. After they had began to investigate, they had found corpses of many people that had been thrown into a pit. The bodies had evidence of vivisection, torture, and experimentation. The bodies had ranged from children to adults, but the results were all the same. They were all dead.

They had found tubes like the ones used at Cadmus. They held a few humanoid-species, but most of them looked like they were in varying stages of death. The only tube that looked like it held someone living had been the teenage boy he now held in his arms.

The worst thing about all of this were that they had no idea what this place was, what they were doing, or why they were in Gotham. They had stumbled in by mistake.

He had a lot of work to do.

“No survivors.” Nightwing’s voice sounded. Not even Dick was in a good mood anymore, and he had been joking around for the last few hours.

Batman looked down at the boy in his arms. The boy hadn’t stirred once, hadn’t moved, and hadn’t breathed. He might be carrying a corpse for all he knew.

“And the files?” He prompted.

“Downloading.” Red Robin’s voice was grim. “You’re not going to like it.”

He didn’t like anything about this situation already. How could it get any worse?

“From what I can tell from skimming through the files,” Red Robin continued, “They were experimenting with people’s souls. They killed all of these people because they wanted to catch their ghost.”

“Hrrn.” He looked away from the teenager in his arms. Maybe he didn’t have a corpse in his arms—but a ghost. A ghost of a teenager he failed to save.

What if it had been Tim lying in his arms? Dick? Jason? Damian? Did this teenager have parents before he died, or were his parents in the pit?

The boy stirred, whipping Bruce’s attention back to him. The boy moaned in pain, starting to writhe in his arms.

“You’re safe now.” He said to the boy. “You’re saved.”

“Nnnngh.” The boy opened Lazarus green eyes to look at him. The eyes were hazy, as if exhaustion plagued them. “Batman?”

“They won’t hurt you ever again.” He promised.

“Where is my sister?” The boy asked. “They took her.”

Dick’s words played on repeat in his mind. No survivors. But the boy didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

“We’re still searching the base. She’ll be here somewhere.” He lied.

The boy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. But even with Bruce watching him, the boy did not breathe. Maybe he didn’t need to anymore. Tears leaked down the boy’s cheeks, as if he knew Bruce’s lie.