[Billy is pale, and shaking, his normal hoodie zipped up and pulled tight around him. He's a few minutes behind everyone else, fitting because as soon as he heard the Balladeer's announcement he... hadn't left his room. It was cowardly, but... somebody was dead. And not even one of the douchey somebodies, but the old man who'd been nothing but patient and kind.
But he comes eventually, and he finds his podium, and he just. Stands there. Trains his eyes on the podium in front of him, studying (without touching - don't mess with the buttons, the Balladeer had said, and so far for somebody holding them hostage the Balladeer hadn't ever lied to them) the apparatus in front of him. He's physically standing there, but he doesn't look like he's there, mentally.]
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But he comes eventually, and he finds his podium, and he just. Stands there. Trains his eyes on the podium in front of him, studying (without touching - don't mess with the buttons, the Balladeer had said, and so far for somebody holding them hostage the Balladeer hadn't ever lied to them) the apparatus in front of him. He's physically standing there, but he doesn't look like he's there, mentally.]