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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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I- I have...and your belief in me means so much, Pirate King-san. I... Whatever trials are in your future, may you pass all of them, singing cheerfully and triumphantly.
[can....she hug him.... is that okay....]
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Thank you, D-ne! I believe everything will turn out just fine for me! Somehow. Things were a little rocky there for awhile, but I'm sure it'll work out!
[his memory regains were a goddamn mess but not in the same direction as most of the others here HIS WERE JUST WEIRD]
And you! You will be just fine, I have complete faith in that! And if you need assistance you're welcome onboard my ship at any time or I could pop into your world for a bit and help, possibly!
[...IS NOW WHEN I MENTION HE STILL HAS THE TWO GUNS JESUS CHRIST WHY DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE TAKE THEM AWAY FROM HIM]
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...Okay though D-ne does a little double-take at the two guns what the heck WHY DID YOU PEOPLE DO THIS HE IS INNOCENT AND SWEET she disengages from the hug to stare at them]
Pirate King-san, I think you should probably find a better place for those, because I don't think those fit you. [PURE!!!!!]
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[SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO ASKED........]
But! Billy said the rifle would be best left with me because I wouldn't use it unnecessarily, and I didn't!
[. . .
okay, now that no one's looking at them he'll stage whisper]
...I have never fired a gun in my life. But I didn't want to disappoint them...
[I AM LITERALLY SO SORRY]
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Oh! [down to a stage whisper too] You did a lovely job, very convincing. I'm proud of your performance.
[IN ANY CASE back to normal speaking.] I, ah, do appreciate your offer, though. I would...need to see what they would like. Ideally, there are...things I would like to do back home. But if that's not for me, I'd find somewhere else. ...and I'd visit.
I don't quite know how pirates could help my situation, but if I think of a way, I would tell you! [can you fight a book]
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WAIT IF HE KILLS YOU DO WE HAVE TO HOLD A TRIAL]
Of course! I will do whatever I can for you, D-ne! You can count on me and the Pirates of Penzance!
[oh my god
also take one look at this man, do you seriously doubt that he would try to fight a book, he absolutely would fight a book, he can totally take a book]
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...I will introduce you to A-ya. I think he'd like being a pirate. [he's a fucking loser who tries to act cool so
well can you fight the CONCEPT OF A MYSTERY STOR- wait
shit
fuck they've already done that]
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It is, it is a glorious thing to be a pirate... just a pirate, since I am the only Pirate King.
[IT WORKS LESS WELL WHEN YOU DON'T FINISH THE LYRIC]
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O-hohaahahha! Well, I think he'd try his very best to match up to you, either way!
[nvm i'm dead not d-ne]