[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. ]
[He's, sort of selfishly, glad that wasn't his round.]
One of the crew was always in there. I don't know which, probably not the same one all the time. [.....] Or maybe it was Squeaky. They never did give me what I actually asked for.
I did leave that behind in my show. The last scene I was in didn't call for me to be wearing it. So it...seems to me like someone brought it here deliberately. Her or the Player or...something.
[They're both likely to play nasty pranks, but the Player probably had more freedom and ability to retrieve the jacket. Still, it seems unlike her - too subtle, maybe, or too emotionally intelligent. It would be hard to see how such a gift would affect a person if you don't attach any sentimental value to anything yourself.
No, he's pretty sure he knows who was ultimately at fault, and it's no one Hans should ever know about.]
You know, it's funny? Back home, she wasn't even one of the worst ones. Sure, the Charlie thing got irritating, but until this she'd never even managed to kill anyone. We barely spoke.
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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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[ Like, seriously, how do you even respond to that. Hans is really glad he wasn't in Round 0. ]
Probably? It's worth a try. It doesn't seem like anyone was actually manning the booth back then... But we could set it up back home, anyway.
[ Or maybe like a Merchandise vending machine. ]
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[He's, sort of selfishly, glad that wasn't his round.]
One of the crew was always in there. I don't know which, probably not the same one all the time. [.....] Or maybe it was Squeaky. They never did give me what I actually asked for.
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[ Everyone is your show was awful, weren't they, Bal. It's not selfish to want a break from that brand of crazy. ]
I mean, they did give me your jacket that last week. So that was either a bizarre coincidence or someone trying to play a particularly cruel prank.
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[They're both likely to play nasty pranks, but the Player probably had more freedom and ability to retrieve the jacket. Still, it seems unlike her - too subtle, maybe, or too emotionally intelligent. It would be hard to see how such a gift would affect a person if you don't attach any sentimental value to anything yourself.
No, he's pretty sure he knows who was ultimately at fault, and it's no one Hans should ever know about.]
You know, it's funny? Back home, she wasn't even one of the worst ones. Sure, the Charlie thing got irritating, but until this she'd never even managed to kill anyone. We barely spoke.
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[ He pauses on a bite of his burger and shrugs. Hans must never know about the dwrp 4th wall. That'd be a too much meta for him to handle. ]
Wow, your cast must've been awful. I barely spoke to her for a few minutes and I wanted to be done with her.
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Oh? Was he like the head assassin?
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[The shitty one, to be clear.]
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So he was a charismatic jerk, in other words?
[ Sounds... familiar... ]
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[The Balladeer is suddenly very very interested in his fries.]
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Hans is quiet as he finishes off his burger, but hey what better time to change the subject, right? ]
Speaking of-- [ definitely NOT HANS, ] You said you'd been to the Southern Isles, right? You met my brothers?
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[This subject is less awkward, but only because the first one was so awful!]
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You can just say he was terrible, you know. It's not going to offend me.
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