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itscurtains2016-11-28 02:42 pm
guardianofsplendor) wrote in itscurtains2016-11-28 02:42 pm
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?]
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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There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach
If we're trying, yeah, we're breaking free
Oh, we're breaking free!
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Like a wave the ocean just can't control
Connected by a feeling
Ohhh, in our very souls...
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So everyone can see...
We're breaking free!
We're soaring, flying
There's not a star in heaven
That we can't reach
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Yeah we're breaking free
Oh runnin', Climbin'
To get to that place
To be all that we can be
Now's the time!
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We're breaking free
More than hope, more than faith
This is true, this is fate
And together, we see it coming
More than you, more than me
Not a want, but a need!
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Soarin', flyin'
There's not a star in heaven
That we can't reach
If we're trying
Yeah we're breaking free
Were runnin'
Oh, climbin'
To get to the place
To be all that we can be.
Now's the time!
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Oh, we're breaking free
You know the world can see us
In a way that's different
Than who we are...
[Is she blushing? Gross.]
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And we're doing it together.
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...Yeah. From now on.
[this is too pure and i'm dead]
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[And she will very quietly, after a moment, press her lips to Natalie's. Now we are both dead. Damn.]
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...You're really good at that.
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[So much blushing. This is gross? This is gross.]
And don't go selling yourself short on kissing, either.
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[after a moment]
What are we going to do now?
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[She takes a deep breath as some music starts to play.]
Let me catch my breath...
This is really hard
If I start to look like I'm sweating, well
That's 'cause I am.
[A pause, biting her lip, glancing at the ground for a moment.]
I'm not good with words
But that's nothing new...
Still, I have to try
To explain what I wanna do
With you
With you...
Run away with me
Let me be your ride out of town,
Let me be the place that you hide,
We can make our lives on the go,
Run away with me...
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A lot of these places sound cool.
We’ll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
Looking back,
If you wanna,
Let’s go
Anywhere.
The two of us can make it through I'll.
Run away with you.
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And... I know that it's fast
But I can't leave you
If it's crazy, then I'm much
Crazier for you
I don't have plans
But we don't need plans
Just a place somewhere, we can stay
If we run away
I can be your way out of there
I can be the place that you hide
Think of what you'll see and you'll know
Run away with me...
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Alright let's go – sign me up.
We’ll be on the road like some kinda song.
Won’t be long.
I know you’re ready.
Let’s go
Anywhere.
Even if it's scary and new, I'll
Run away with you.
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I will show you what's great about life there
All these things that you've never had
And someday, maybe we'll find a life here
A new one, now that we're gonna run
Now that we're gonna run, run away
I will be your ride out of town
I will be the place that you hide
We will make our lives on the go
When we run away...
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That sounds pretty good – yeah alright.
We’ll be on the road just the two of us,
Here because-
Year, we’re ready, so:
You can be my ride out of town.
Run away with me.
Possibilities, here we come!
Better off than Romeo and Juliet.
Ready, set!
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Anywhere
Said the words
Now we're gonna be there...
I'll keep you with me.
[She takes a breath. She might be shaking a little? Because this is terrifying, but also great, and she's not really sure how to process it. Today has been a Lot.]
...I bet the doors are unlocked by now.
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[She looks around at... well, everyone. Guilt sets in a little.]
What about everyone else?
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[She glances back at everyone else, too.]
Whenever we're all done saying goodbye, I guess.
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