Yeah, I wouldn't want fancy stuff on a regular basis. Just not used to it.
[He peers over the stuff in the cart.] I think this is good. You wanna go back and start decorating? Or we could knock off and grab some lunch. It must be after noon by now.
[He glances around for a clock; he's never gotten in the habit of carrying a watch, too used to working in a show where time is irrelevant.]
Just on the holidays is good. I think I kind of like making my own food now that I'm used to it.
[ Now that he has a choice, that's nice too. Boy, not being trapped is great. Just getting to shop and spend time doing normal stuff is what it's all about. ]
Yeah, setting things up is probably going to take a while. [ Hans pushes the cart down the aisle, steering them towards check out. Time doesn't super matter when your boyfriend can teleport but he is getting a little hungry. ] We should eat first. Do you want to grab anything here to go?
[ The Balladeer has a bat-credit card. Hans just lets Bal deal with the money and stuff, he's just here to push the cart. ]
Not particularly, should we... hm. [ What was that other stuff they had at Denny's... Hans' knowledge of modern food is kinda limited. ] Maybe burgers?
[ Neither of them has much experience, what with Hans' idea of normal having been completely destroyed back in the Opera House. Not being belittled all the time is definitely worth the small price of having to cook and do things for yourself. ]
Yeah, totally! Does help to fill the time, though...
[Burgers, burgers...there's a little diner-looking place? Let's try that.]
I'm not used to time actually going forward. The first time it did that was in the Opera, my show was a lot more non-linear. I don't think I'd know what to do with myself now if you weren't here.
[ Hans smiles. Look, he's starved for attention and a little appreciation really goes a long way. ]
I guess we're lucky you've got me. Skipping between different times sounds like it would get confusing fast.
[ Of course, Hans is only used to time moving forward. There aren't any Disney movies quite like Assassins. And hey, a diner sounds perfect, why not stick with what they know? ]
[He just shrugs.] I guess. Never seemed that way to me. But now I've got linear people I want to keep up with, so it's good to have some kind of anchor.
[Let's just go in and order our food then, we don't need to play that out.]
You're not exactly going through time normally either anymore, y'know. We can go whenever we want, too.
I guess it'll take some getting used to for both of us.
[ Like having to learn this linear and non-linear stuff, but Hans can parse enough from context to get what he means. Plus what better place to fast-forward lunch scenes than here. ]
Oh, you're right... I actually hadn't thought about it like that. Honestly, as long as it's not my past we're going to, that's fine with me.
[ Obviously, they're not in his time anymore and the amenities are really nice, he's not complaining. Hans is a villain though, whenever obviously brings to mind past mistakes and lives he could ruin if he traveled backwards or forwards in time. He won't do that, but it's the first thing that comes to mind, duh. ]
But we should probably avoid skipping ahead to anyone else's world, too, I'd worry I might lose track of who we know, and when if we skipped back and forth.
[The Balladeer nods.] I'd hate to miss out on anything with anybody. And knowing their futures could get...weird? In theory I don't think changing the timeline would hurt anything, but I think we should all just be able to live our lives. Unscripted.
[He pauses as the waitress brings the food, and starts squirting a ketchup packet into his fries as she leaves.]
I agree. I mean, we can make sure we're always right on time, at least? You always have the best timing when you enter a scene.
[ That's kind of a very meta compliment, but you get him. Narrative powers, inasmuch as Hans understands them, are pretty awesome. And god-like. Which is pretty funny coming from a guy just eating fries like a normal person.
Because guess what, Hans is going to pilfer one of those fries and dip them in into the ketchup like a normal person. (he's totally seen people do this, it's totally normal, right?) ]
Everything you did, you did to help others. We were all lucky to have you... but especially me. [ He takes a bite of his fry, smiling at the Balladeer. French fries are so awesome. So is Bal. ] Now it's time to go off-book, so you can take it easy on the rest.
[The Balladeer grins, so apparently the compliment landed.]
"From here on in, we shoot without a script". [Aaaand his smile fades, and he looks down at his food, poking a fry in the ketchup himself.] I am sorry I couldn't do more for the first group. Judas's friends.
[ If his life is going to be a play from now on, then at least he'll get to star beside the Balladeer. Even a supporting role is a-ok. ]
You weren't around back then. That wasn't your story. And if taking over the Leading Player's role wasn't enough, then there probably wasn't anything you could have done.
[ Hans dips another fry, taking a bite of it thoughtfully. ]
Even you have your limits, Bal. You're not all-powerful. And that's fine.
[But even though he could see the ghosts just fine, he never seemed able to cross over to their side. The first victims weren't there anyway, right?]
I know where the stories they came from are now, but I don't know what to do about it. If there's anything to be done. What'm I supposed to tell people there, that their friends got kidnapped by a stage musical?
Maybe the Leading Player knows... but then, who knows where she went.
[ Hopefully not to start a new murdergame? Maybe she took some time off in the Bahamas. I bet Charlemagne loves piña coladas. ]
I guess it would be good to let them know... [ He pauses, hand hovering over another french fry. These things are good, okay. But it's true, most people would probably be missed if they disappeared. ] I doubt anything you say would be the 'right thing.' There's no easy way to tell someone their their loved one is gone. As long as you get that across, it doesn't really matter what the words are.
[ Now, the wrong way, Hans knows all about that. He's Mr. "Your sister is dead because of you." ]
Maybe you can bring them something of theirs with the news? I know I found a hair brush in my room and the other found things like that.
Oh, that. That was the Witch's - she's not even dead. I should probably bring that back to her, honestly...
Do you know if the others took the stuff they found out with them? I haven't been back to the Opera House since I got my things. I'm not sure if it's persisting without any story around it.
Oh...well, you're not wrong. The Witch was her mother. It was a different Rapunzel, though - she's public domain, so there's a lot of her.
[does that make any sense at all]
It might. Its whole purpose was to serve as a setting for our show. I meant it when I said I didn't think there was anything outside those doors. There didn't need to be. I bet I could get it back if it's gone, since I was the last narrator, but that sounds like a pain.
He killed Mark - the guy who took all those pictures - 'cause he had a creepy crush on Mag, and she and Mark were dating. She caught him in the act, killed him right back.
[He's thoughtful for a moment.]
It's funny knowing all this now. The Player never told me. It was just...all there, when I took over. [he read the googledoc]
[ I mean, it's an Opera and that was clearly the point of the whole fiasco, but still. Thank god they avoided love triangles in their round. Somehow. ]
I guess her power came with a degree of omniscience, at least when it came to the Opera House. I'd be surprised if you couldn't bring at least people's items back. Maybe if you set up a new Merchandise Booth?
[ The fact that he got into the mod plurk is still awesome to this day, if only Hans knew. ]
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[He peers over the stuff in the cart.] I think this is good. You wanna go back and start decorating? Or we could knock off and grab some lunch. It must be after noon by now.
[He glances around for a clock; he's never gotten in the habit of carrying a watch, too used to working in a show where time is irrelevant.]
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[ Now that he has a choice, that's nice too. Boy, not being trapped is great. Just getting to shop and spend time doing normal stuff is what it's all about. ]
Yeah, setting things up is probably going to take a while. [ Hans pushes the cart down the aisle, steering them towards check out. Time doesn't super matter when your boyfriend can teleport but he is getting a little hungry. ] We should eat first. Do you want to grab anything here to go?
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[He moves towards the cashier to "pay" for "their goods" with "real human money"]
You in the mood for anything?
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The Balladeer has a bat-credit card.Hans just lets Bal deal with the money and stuff, he's just here to push the cart. ]Not particularly, should we... hm. [ What was that other stuff they had at Denny's... Hans' knowledge of modern food is kinda limited. ] Maybe burgers?
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[Let's just load this shit in their cart again and take the cart out...past the parking lot and away? Oh well, he'll teleport it back later.]
It's funny to think about how normal all this is, sometimes. You know, relatively.
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Yeah, you're right.
[ Neither of them has much experience, what with Hans' idea of normal having been completely destroyed back in the Opera House. Not being belittled all the time is definitely worth the small price of having to cook and do things for yourself. ]
Normal's not so hard! We can totally do this.
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[Burgers, burgers...there's a little diner-looking place? Let's try that.]
I'm not used to time actually going forward. The first time it did that was in the Opera, my show was a lot more non-linear. I don't think I'd know what to do with myself now if you weren't here.
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I guess we're lucky you've got me. Skipping between different times sounds like it would get confusing fast.
[ Of course, Hans is only used to time moving forward. There aren't any Disney movies quite like Assassins. And hey, a diner sounds perfect, why not stick with what they know? ]
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[Let's just go in and order our food then, we don't need to play that out.]
You're not exactly going through time normally either anymore, y'know. We can go whenever we want, too.
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[ Like having to learn this linear and non-linear stuff, but Hans can parse enough from context to get what he means. Plus what better place to fast-forward lunch scenes than here. ]
Oh, you're right... I actually hadn't thought about it like that. Honestly, as long as it's not my past we're going to, that's fine with me.
[ Obviously, they're not in his time anymore and the amenities are really nice, he's not complaining. Hans is a villain though, whenever obviously brings to mind past mistakes and lives he could ruin if he traveled backwards or forwards in time. He won't do that, but it's the first thing that comes to mind, duh. ]
But we should probably avoid skipping ahead to anyone else's world, too, I'd worry I might lose track of who we know, and when if we skipped back and forth.
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[He pauses as the waitress brings the food, and starts squirting a ketchup packet into his fries as she leaves.]
I don't want to play god any more than I have.
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[ That's kind of a very meta compliment, but you get him. Narrative powers, inasmuch as Hans understands them, are pretty awesome. And god-like. Which is pretty funny coming from a guy just eating fries like a normal person.
Because guess what, Hans is going to pilfer one of those fries and dip them in into the ketchup like a normal person. (he's totally seen people do this, it's totally normal, right?) ]
Everything you did, you did to help others. We were all lucky to have you... but especially me. [ He takes a bite of his fry, smiling at the Balladeer. French fries are so awesome. So is Bal. ] Now it's time to go off-book, so you can take it easy on the rest.
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"From here on in, we shoot without a script". [Aaaand his smile fades, and he looks down at his food, poking a fry in the ketchup himself.] I am sorry I couldn't do more for the first group. Judas's friends.
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You weren't around back then. That wasn't your story. And if taking over the Leading Player's role wasn't enough, then there probably wasn't anything you could have done.
[ Hans dips another fry, taking a bite of it thoughtfully. ]
Even you have your limits, Bal. You're not all-powerful. And that's fine.
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[But even though he could see the ghosts just fine, he never seemed able to cross over to their side. The first victims weren't there anyway, right?]
I know where the stories they came from are now, but I don't know what to do about it. If there's anything to be done. What'm I supposed to tell people there, that their friends got kidnapped by a stage musical?
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[ Hopefully not to start a new murdergame? Maybe she took some time off in the Bahamas. I bet Charlemagne loves piña coladas. ]
I guess it would be good to let them know... [ He pauses, hand hovering over another french fry. These things are good, okay. But it's true, most people would probably be missed if they disappeared. ] I doubt anything you say would be the 'right thing.' There's no easy way to tell someone their their loved one is gone. As long as you get that across, it doesn't really matter what the words are.
[ Now, the wrong way, Hans knows all about that. He's Mr. "Your sister is dead because of you." ]
Maybe you can bring them something of theirs with the news? I know I found a hair brush in my room and the other found things like that.
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Do you know if the others took the stuff they found out with them? I haven't been back to the Opera House since I got my things. I'm not sure if it's persisting without any story around it.
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[ Since she actually exists, and you'd have to live under a rock to not have heard of her... ]
Would the whole thing really just vanish? Forever, just like that?
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[does that make any sense at all]
It might. Its whole purpose was to serve as a setting for our show. I meant it when I said I didn't think there was anything outside those doors. There didn't need to be. I bet I could get it back if it's gone, since I was the last narrator, but that sounds like a pain.
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[ That made zero sense to Hans who does not know a thing about copyright law but he'll just shrug and go with it. ]
I guess that makes sense, it having its own logic and all. [ I mean, hell, it makes as much sense as the Balladeer being a narrator and a person. ]
Do you need it in the first place? Maybe you can just conjure them up without it, since you inherited the place.
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[He takes a bite and chews thoughtfully.]
Some of them were dead anyway. And I don't think anybody cared about the Music Meister. I'll have to ask around first, see what everyone has...
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[ Bal's powers have weird limits, Hans will never understand them. But then he's not a narrative construct so it evens out. ]
Which one was he? I'm afraid I didn't pay much attention to the older cast.
[ Hans takes a sip of soda because of course Hans is having Cherry Coke. ]
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[He's thoughtful for a moment.]
It's funny knowing all this now. The Player never told me. It was just...all there, when I took over. [he read the googledoc]
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[ I mean, it's an Opera and that was clearly the point of the whole fiasco, but still. Thank god they avoided love triangles in their round. Somehow. ]
I guess her power came with a degree of omniscience, at least when it came to the Opera House. I'd be surprised if you couldn't bring at least people's items back. Maybe if you set up a new Merchandise Booth?
[ The fact that he got into the mod plurk is still awesome to this day, if only Hans knew. ]
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[Round 0 was fucking insane]
Maybe. I could build one easy. I wonder if it would work if I just...said something was a Merchandise Booth, without making an exact replica?
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