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curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
tellthestory) wrote in curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
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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!]
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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Of course he can't do it now. What's 'when it's over' mean, do you think? When he's done trying to fix what happened here by unwriting it all?
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If I am judging the structure correctly, we are approaching its climax. It is how the Balladeer knew to call for us.
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If he succeeds here, if he attains full control - which I do not believe he yet has - then that is when he will attempt his 'fix'.
[when reality will Crash.]
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[ He goes quiet, fiddling with the tuning pegs of his guitar. ]
I can't lose Eurydice again. Not when we're so close.