The Balladeer (
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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Is it character growth to say I also don't want lightning to strike my dad dead anymore? Gross. [A beat.] He still owes me money for emotional damages, though.
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cw: suicide mention
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[BLAND]
But I am certain there is a way to ruin him. Legally.
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Done.
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[i cannot believe i have to make a detroit: become human reference because connor is from 2018]
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Or at least, like, emancipation.
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cw: child neglect/abuse
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Oh really? Did he, perhaps, say something of that effect to the therapist?
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[Elle, hon, you're still dead.]
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[:)]
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Half of this is going to be research for cases that present a precedent. Think you can slog through thousands of pages of dense legalese?
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Social media will be simple. As for your 'legalese', only marginally more difficult, though I would appreciate assistance in confirming the relevance.
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And, you know, if we don't win the case, but there's a banking error and the money happens to go missing...
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anyway]
Hell yeah. Love this for me.
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Do you need a place to stay? My parents have way to many rooms and I think mom is having serious empty nest syndrome since I went to Boston.
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Naturally! I mean, first we have to figure out how to come back from the dead, but after that the offer is totally open.
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