itscurtains | CURTAIN CALL

[Once all is said and done, the Leading Player turns her attention back to everyone else. She claps her hands once and the lights turn off and on in quick succession in an attempt to gain back everyone’s attention.]

Ladies! Gentlemen! Cast, crew, and audience alike! Under the usual genre conventions this would be where I would demand you vote to choose your fate, to stay with my troupe or have one of you sacrifice yourselves to the flames and bring this game to an end. However, you’ve all already made your votes clear and due to executive demand we’re obligated to present you with the ending you’ve earned by stealing my crew and forming a united front. You’re all real cute, with your private Plurks. [Wow, bitter much, LP?]

So enjoy your happy, sappy ending. I’m sure Denny’s will love having you. [She snaps her fingers and the fires in the pit finally extinguish.] Show’s over. Fastrada, get the others. Lewis, take the curtains, get the ghost lights, clean up the house. Berthe, take down the page since someone would rather go be a hermit handing out seeds to children than help me with CSS. And turn off the email notifications, I don’t even want to look at this!

[The remaining stagehands, those who didn’t respond to the cast’s attempts at friendship, look at each other and split off, posture a little downtrodden as they slink into the wings or the house. One of them starts to gather up the ghostlights from the side of the stage; another begins stripping the curtains.

The Player herself hops down from her platform, landing easily. For a moment, she stands looking down into the pit, posture tense. One hand rests on her hip; the other hangs at her side, still holding Hans’s winter coat.]

Charlemagne, get the throne.

[Still up there, the Balladeer sidesteps the stagehand as he comes to take the chair, and cautiously begins to make his way down the stairs. The Player pays him no mind; she takes a breath, straightens, and steps around the pit towards the apron.]

And as for all of you - [It’s not clear who she’s addressing now but it’s not the characters.] - we hope you’ve enjoyed your time with us, as participants or even simply as spectators. Hopefully you’ll join us the next time around. Unfortunately, I don’t think I will be. [She snaps her fingers and seemingly out of nowhere a hat and cane appear. The coat doesn’t fit the aesthetic, but she slings it over her shoulder nonetheless. The stagehands moving the platform away and taking down the lighting rigs part before her as she turns and strides upstage.]

I’m erasing myself from the narrative
Let future murdergame casts wonder
Where the Player went to
When she left the stage

Go turn your new page,
And I’ll watch this burn...

[She pauses before the last curtain, letting the orchestra continue the song without her for a few phrases.]

I forfeit my rights to all this. Whatever you took from my office, just give it to him. [She jerks her head towards the Balladeer.]

Let him have the memory
Of when this was ours…

...the world seemed to burn...

[Without looking back, she parts the curtain, steps through, and is gone. The remaining stagehands filter out a few moments later, leaving a bare stage and a quiet theatre behind them.

But, of course, there's still a little more magic to do, isn't there?]

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Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe?

Somehow you will
Now you will

You will when you believe

[HI, EVERYONE, MOM IS HOME AND SHE'S CRYING, EVERYTHING IS MIRACLES AND NOTHING HURTS]

Edited 2016-11-28 22:53 (UTC)

[Why is she crying]

[listen, everyone is alive and she's just!!! so happy!!!

and she saw that wedding, hug your sort of mom-in-law back, billy arendelle]

Edited 2016-11-28 23:46 (UTC)

[Have you felt a man's soul leave his body before because there it go

She's touching him and at least she's not one of the ones whose bodies he sniffed but for christ's sake she was dead-

And now we've created a new awkward moment.]

[Eliza is too high on straight up joy and adrenaline to feel any sort of awkwardness, excuse you]

I can't believe you and Anna got married!

[That's ok Mrs. Hamilton, Billy will be awkward enough for both of us.]

I can't- I can't- I can't believe it either, honestly.

[She's only going to make it more awkward because she's standing on her toes and giving him a smooch right on the forehead.]

And I heard mention that there's going to be another one? For Anna's sister.

Well- well I'm n-not sure this one counted an-anywhere except, uh, in... you know, in our hearts.

...Since there's. Not a ship. And I don't know if pirate captains count as marriage officiants? Uh.

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bestof - 2016-11-29 01:30 (UTC) - Expand

inforapenny - 2016-11-29 01:37 (UTC) - Expand

Hamilton-san, we really came back!

We did! We really did-! [Oh no, she's crying again. Come here, Hime, it's hug time.]

[Clings upon.] Everyone can be happy now, right?

[ HANS KIND OF... PICKED UP AND MOVED YOUR BODY TO THE LIBRARY... He can't even look at her, in fact he's gonna avoid looking her way at all.

He should probably apologize????? Jesus, what. Do you even say. Hans does not have experience apologizing for normal things, never mind the shit he did.

He tries to walk up to her (while looking down at his feet and anything else,) but when he finally gets close enough to actually speak, he just. Can't make the words. ]

You can punch me too, if you want. Just putting that out there.

[ Those were not the words he intended?? Maybe?? ]

[She could punch him. She has every right to, considering his everything, and she does look like she's heavily considering it as she dabs at her eyes with her sleeve and studies him for what feels like an eternity.

But this is Eliza we're talking about so instead of winding up to give him the same treatment she gave Hook she reaches up, rests her hands on his shoulders and pulls him into a tight, warm hug.]

[ That's about the last thing Hans ever expected to happen. He freezes up in her arms, unsure of what to do. Doesn't she know what he did? ]

Don't you know what I did?

I do. We heard everything at the trial. [She's not letting go just yet.] But you still suffered as much as the rest of us did and in the end you did the right thing. To me, that counts for something.

[This isn't a forgiveness hug, this is an understanding hug. Besides she is adopting everyone here (except Hook) and that includes you, trash prince.]

I... thank you.

[ He will take that hug now, and by that I mean he actually hugs back now. This is the most hugs Hans has ever gotten in his life... ]

[if this is the first Real Mom Hug you've ever gotten she's going to go to with Southern Isles and fight your whole family herself]

Look at where you are
Look at where you started
The fact you've changed so much is a miracle

[She pulls away finally but only to fuss with him, straightening the collar of Balladeer's jacket, smoothing back his hair.]

Now keep it up
That would be enough

trettende - 2016-11-30 23:40 (UTC) - Expand

[CHOO CHOO MAKING A STOP ON THE RAOUL HUG TRAIN FOR MADAME HAMILTON C'MERE]

[RAOOOOOOUL, YOU ARE LIKE THE THIRD BEST HUGGER IN OPERA HELL COME AT HER]

[FUCK YEAH HUGS]

—Are you crying?

[help, her feelings can't take this]

They're happy tears, I swear to that. [You're not missing out on Mom Hugs, come here.]

Natalie, we get to go home.

Edited 2016-11-29 02:11 (UTC)

[she will accept this mom hug, just this once.]

Ugh, stop it or you're going to make me cry.

[she can't really hide the smile in her voice, though.]

Home
Hold on
If love is the answer you're home

Elizabeth. You're home!

[Listen, he can sing...in a weird voice, but he can do it! He's just glad to see everyone and everyone will get hugs.]

[FOUNDING MOM ANNA WILL HAPPILY GIVE YOU A HUG AND SHE'S CRYING TOO]

I'm so happy you're back!