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Why are they 6’5?????

@parasolyaa @krowsindulgences @astral--horrorshow @savannahwiththegreeneteyes

Decided to make a height chart for our versions of the characters based on given heights and reference photos.

Also @krowsindulgences @spacingbachelorette was wrong when I described your Ricky as average height, I looked at the reference photos you sent me they are about 6'5 what the shit.

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“Guys.”

They said, surprised by how loud their voice actually was. They looked over at where Jane had pointed, walking over to her and seeing where the lights would go back next.

“Do you… see that?”

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

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“Guys.”

They said, surprised by how loud their voice actually was. They looked over at where Jane had pointed, walking over to her and seeing where the lights would go back next.

“Do you… see that?”

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

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“I mean,” Ri- Potts feels the handle of their cane. “We have each other, right?”

They… don’t feel much about this, sure. But seeing their friends who had their lives ahead of them just mourn at what could’ve been, they now just want to help them. Thats what they can do.

Breath in, breath out. ‘You got this,’ Potts thought. (Does that even work?)

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

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A voice can help people express. Whenever it is to say anything, or to fake some part of it for an impression.

Ricky- Well, just Potts just looks ahead at the audience. Do… Does this…

With only a voice they don’t have, they look at the rest, not having much feelings about their situation. They already knew their time would be up, maybe getting used to being a ghost so fast.

“Well… hey there.” They say, with that voice to the rest. They can’t help but stare beyond the rest, however.

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

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SAW RIDE THE CYCLONE AT BECK CENTER FOR THE ARTS!!!

I'm speechless, the choreography was so good. I loved it and will be obsessed with this production for a long time. Jeez, Ballad of Jane Doe was so good and AHEUHD I'm going insane writing this.

I will never be the same after watching Jane be sent into the air.

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Hello Cyclonians! I'd like to invite anyone who'd like to, to join a Valentine's themed Ride the Cyclone event focused on the female characters :)

This event can include any type of media (writing, drawing, edits, etc.), and will take place from February 11th to 17th. The content can be platonic or romantic, but all work must star the female RTC members (this includes cut characters as well).

The prompts are listed below.

Please tag all submissions with "#RTC Galentines Event" and whatever prompt the submission is for!

The askbox is open for any questions or curiosities :) Happy Valentine's!

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How had I not gotten this. Reblog.

Mischa @ Ricky:

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Jane Doe singing 'Bury The Bully' with Constance singing as Ruth, Ocean singing as Steph, Mischa singing as Richie, and Noel singing as Pete.

Also we still need a Constance for our roleplay:

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For @ziipzeepzop-eez!!!

And @cal-the-duende bc one I feel like we haven't talked in a while and two I know you watched RtC not too long ago! ^^

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ride the cyclone ask game!!

(I’ve never actually made/done one of these before so if I somehow manage to do this wrong pls tell me ^^)

1. What’s your favourite production?

2. Have you seen/read the script for Legoland? If so, what do you think?

3. Favourite character and why?

4. If you were in the choir, what would your “the most x person in town” be?

5. Favourite song/songs?

6. Do you engage in shipping, and if so, what is your favourite and least favourite ship?

7. Favourite monologue?

8. What’s your favourite headcanon?

9. Do you have any fic recommendations?

10. Do you enjoy the ‘everybody comes back to life’ aus?

11. Do you know much about the cut characters? If so, do you enjoy them?

12. Favourite scene?

13. Do you like rollercoasters? If so, what type of rides do you like?

14. Do you think Talia is real?

15. What moment/scene in the show makes you the most emotional?

16. Do you have any ocs?

17. Do you think penny retained any ‘jane doe-ish’ features after coming back to life?

18. What do you think the choir would have done after high school if they didn’t ride the cyclone?

19. What colour do you associate with each character?

20. Fall Fair or Uranium Suite?

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Hello! I’ll be making this post to compile all the other posts for the upcoming rp I’m joining! This is so that you won’t get lost in a forever scroll through the page. I may use this a general RTC blog so maybe I’ll place links there in a reblog. If you are not part of the group and want to rp, I may be open in DMs, so feel free to just slide in there.

Tags: TBA!

Character Sheet!

Role play Threads (Just go to the reblogs section and scroll all the way down because it’s newest first.): TBA!

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Character Sheet

Name: Ricky Potts (Closeted), Savannah Potts (With Chosen Name)

Gender: Transgender Female (Closeted)

Pronouns: He/him(closeted), She/they(Not closeted)

Age: 17

Sexuality: Pansexual Fem leaning

Appearance: They wear a red vest over a white long-sleeved button up collared shirt, grey pants, black dress shoes, a grey and white and red striped tie, and black cat ear headphones that light up purple. They are of over average height, 6’5 , skinny yet toned. They have an oblong face, with an aquiline nose and small hooded brown eyes. Their hair is medium brown and swooped, short on the sides and long in the front. Their complexion is light. They are an ambulatory wheelchair user who switches between using a wheelchair and crutches.

Above done by @lore-gore . Thank you !

Personality: Clearly the nerdy person. Clearly a teenager. In all hypotheticals, they would talk about all the things they have built within their mind, being a good listener as well. They can be a bit quiet most times, trying to just get by and not getting much attention when they were alive, so they bottles things up to an extent. With these feelings, they are impulsive and doesn’t really realize on what they could mean until it’s too late... They try their best anyways, preferring to sign rather than speak to avoid it and for their own comfort. With their close friends, they are quite enthusiastic at times and like to do what friends do, like secret handshakes with some, if they could. Some in their case usually meant not a lot, but its life. Ever since they died, they can use telepathy to speak to others, even sing.

Backstory: Richard Potts, born June 5th. Gemini: the dual nature. Favorite ride: The Gravitron. Born with a rare degenerative disease, when Richard mysteriously stopped speaking at an early age, the Potts family took a vow of silence. The only time they ever really interacted with one another is when they read comics, or fed the cats. They had 14 cats. From the time they started school Ricky was subjected to the most appalling cruelty humanity can muster: complete indifference. Far from growing bitter, Ricky developed an elaborate playground in their synapses, where they became their own best friend. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Ricky Potts!

The most imaginative person in town.