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itscurtains2021-06-12 09:21 pm
mayavericks) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-12 09:21 pm
"A Swing and Miss Doesn't Mean it's Game Over"
[Well… All of that sure happened. And while Maya is visibly shaken Sissi's literal dance with death, she’d meant what she’d said to the others -- she would protect them. At that moment, it meant voting and making the “right” decision. Now, though? It means ensuring that no one feels alone, and that everyone has a good meal in them.
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
dance studio
Hey. Kinda late for practice, isn't it?
[He's literally holding his guitar at this exact moment, he is not one to talk]
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[She turns around, looking the Balladeer up and down. Her gaze rests on his guitar, just a little skeptical.]
Seems strange that you might say so.
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[Not practicing for a performance? Though, he's not sure whether or not she is either, so. Rip.]
Less tiring than dancing, I'm sure.
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[Hard to say if she's been doing that.]
You did not expect any of this to happen, did you?
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[On some level, he doesn't even understand why she's asking; how on earth could he have known that would happen? But, then again...he knows.]
...no. I never thought it would actually happen. I mean, no one...wanted that to happen. Sissi didn't do anything wrong.
[He's used to extremely intentional murders. Either people are awful and kill others, or they're not and things are fine. That's how it always was before. But if things are so different, and everything can go so horribly wrong so fast...]
I...I don't know what I'm going to do.
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The whole point of me being there was to stop things like this from happening. Talk people down. The Player said she'd seen how I tried that, in my show, wanted to...let me try it again, somewhere it might actually work.
[He doesn't doubt her. Not yet. She was the first person to ever show him any kindness; he owes her a lot! But...he steps inside and slides down the wall by the door to sit on the ground.]
But that wouldn't have stopped this. I couldn't have stopped this.
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You have more power outside of this place, correct? And... if you were in charge, you would have more control. Perhaps that would have been enough.
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[From the sound of it, that's where he was when it happened here.]
I don't...know if I can do this.
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[She puzzles over the best way to phrase this.]
Even the best actors would be nothing without their co-stars, right?
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[He's not sure who the cast is gonna be, so who knows if he can rely on anybody there. But there's always her.]
She said she wanted to be...sort of hands-off. That's part of it too, I guess. I mean, what show has two narrators? But she's...if she helps me keep everyone safe, it'll happen.
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You should not have anything to worry about, my friend.
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[They'll manage. They have to, right? Even if the Balladeer isn't completely confident in his own abilities, he's confident in the Player's.]
I'd feel a little bad, not being able to do the job I'm there for...but the important thing is that no one gets hurt.
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My life and my job are basically the same exact thing. But you're right - not like I was in every single scene.
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[Today in "weird and vaguely disturbing shit the Balladeer says"]
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[Unless you wanna get meta about it, in which case it was basically always night unless they had a matinee.]
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[At least she won't have to worry about running into a cryptid while trying to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.]
In any case, talented as you are, I doubt you can be in every place at once. It would be good to rely on your companion during difficult moments, I would think.
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Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'll have to talk to her about it, next time I see her.
[Presuming...well, a lot of things. But he does seem to realize that.]