curtainsdown | ready as we'll ever be

[The Balladeer is true to his word. So, before the dead's scheduled performance, still dressed in the outfit Salieri ~~forced him to~~ helped him choose, he takes his guitar and sneaks out to the garden one last time. He hasn't visited it yet today, and he always feels guilty when he doesn't manage. He told everyone he'd be here. Even if neither of them can hear each other, he intends to keep his promise.

So he's there to notice when the trees begin closing in. The Balladeer shoots to his feet. Oh, no. He knows this feeling.]

Everyone! Come out to the garden! Bring your stuff!

[He calls out aloud, but he can use that projection trick just as well as the Player - his voice is audible anywhere in the school.

When people arrive to join him, there will still be a path through the woods to lead them to the garden. He doesn't want to strain himself before the performance, but something as small as that shouldn't cause problems later. It's too important that everyone get out here - because when people arrive, they'll find that all of the living are visible. The Balladeer is watching them, but making no attempt to interact; he already knows how this is going to go. It isn't time for that yet. Still...]

It's the end.

[Have fun spectating the trial!]

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Okay, but you throw in variations with different textures and beading and stuff. That's just a white suit he got from Sears.

Sears?

...

That...sounds like a watch company.

They sell a little bit of everything, watches included!

Oh, like a department store?

Yeah, exactly!

Incredible! So there are department stores outside of London and Paris, then? Or even New York. Have you been to them, then?

Oh, yeah! Most major cities in America have at least a few of them.

I think I'm regretting never visiting America just a little...

[Between the department stores, the travel, and who knows what else is in America...yeah. A little, even if she already called other places her true home.]