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[thespianred.livejournal.com]

Who: Tantalus, Open
When: Evening
Where: Balamb Garden
What: Putting on a play
Warnings: TBA



The trip to Balamb Garden had gone smoothly. The Prima Vista was safely docked and the stage prepared ready for the performance. The band had been rehearsing and were ready for their show.

Blank had decided on performing 'I Want To Be Your Canary', a classic favourite. Marcus would be playing the lead, and Ruby as his love interest. Blank and Cinna would be playing their usual roles.

Everything was ready, now all they had to do was wait for the crowds to spill in.

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[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

While home to a large number of cadets and faculty, Balamb Garden was still a military setting and entertainment like the show planned for tonight didn't come along often. The Prima Vista had been set upon by students immediately after its arrival; they appeared in pairs, in small groups, or alone, all wanting to reserve their spots and watch the actors at work. Being told to come back later hadn't deterred many of them. They'd simply return within twenty minutes as their curiosity became too much to bear--and lather, rinse, repeat.

Now, as the doors finally opened, throngs of cadets swarmed in to fill every available space. Their chatter was a constant, low drone as they waited for the play to begin.

"Hurry up or all the good seats will be taken!"

"Do you think they'll mind me filming the whole thing? I hope they don't take my camera."

"Is it true that Marcus and Cornelia die at the end?"

"Thanks for the spoiler, jerk!"

All but lost in the commotion, a certain silver-haired man slipped past the excited cadets. His manner of dress was outrageous but went almost entirely unremarked upon. Perhaps everyone assumed that he was part of the show, or perhaps they were simply too focused on the evening's festivities to really notice him. Either way, he reached the stage unmolested, unquestioned, and entirely uninvited. He ascended it with an air of purpose and slipped behind the curtain, glancing around.

Showing up at the Prima Vista on opening night was a ballsy thing to do even for Kuja. Showing up while it was docked at a military academy was even ballsier. Showing up while it was docked at a military academy and placing himself backstage where someone was bound to recognize him was perhaps not ballsy so much as utterly insane, but he hardly seemed bothered by this.

[dystopiadreams.livejournal.com]

Selphie was included in those swarms of people, chatting eagerly with a bunch of cadets who'd heard it rumoured she was training to be an instructor. She was laughing with the rest of them, keeping everyone quiet so she'd get the 'surprise' at the end.

But then she spotted HIM. The rude one from the festival. She blinked, and he was gone, but she continued to pursue him throw the throngs of people. Really, she had no idea what she wanted to do or say to him, but she wanted to make herself noticed in any case. Just as he slipped backstage, a hand reaches out to brush on his shoulder.

[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

And he was recognized, although not in quite the way he'd expected. Kuja turned when someone's hand brushed his shoulder and found himself confronted with a short girl in a yellow dress.

Ordinarily he would never forget someone who'd kicked him in the shin. But there'd been so much chaos at the festival later that day, and he'd been so busy ever since with his Mist-machines, that Selphie had rather slipped his mind. So his response may have been surprising; he only stared at her, puzzled, and lifted a well-manicured eyebrow.

Give him a minute and he'd probably figure it out, but for now he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before.

[dystopiadreams.livejournal.com]

In fairness, this time she was without the bunny ears and the tail. And really she hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about what she was going to say. But she stood, resolute, hands firmly pressed on her hips.

"Well? Got something to say?"

Part of her knew this guy wasn't going to apologise. He probably didn't think he had anything to apologise for. She took a shuffled step forward, bringing herself closer so that he could have a better look, a mischevous smile on her lips.

[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

Who was this person, and why was she holding him up? Kuja's other eyebrow joined the first. "Should I?" he replied dryly. Then it clicked.

Oh. Oh, yes. It was the bunny girl from Luca, wasn't it? What a small world.

She was either fishing for an apology or a confrontation, neither of which was about to happen; the former simply wouldn't do, and as for the latter, well, he was busy. She'd probably be more offended if he didn't rise to the bait anyway. And so he smiled, the expression one of polite incomprehension, and stepped forward when she did to try and shoo her out.

"You should return to your seat. The show starts in five minutes."

He spoke as if he, himself, had every right to be backstage. He certainly looked like he did as well. If one of tonight's actors was the prat from the festival, well, wouldn't that just be rotten luck!

[dystopiadreams.livejournal.com]

Selphie's face faltered slightly at his lack of recognition. But that didn't make sense - he'd been so horrible and unfair, and she'd gotten quite ruffled by the whole ordeal.

So Selphie decided to play him at his own polite game. After all, there was no sense in kicking any shins. At least, not yet. So she simply smiled and glanced him over.

"I believe we met in Luca, am I right?" Her eyelashes fluttered as she gaze another sweeping look, "A costume. I *knew* you must be some kind of actor or clown!"

[takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com]

Quistis, very unusually, was quite excited by all the hubub. This kind of thing didn't happen in Balamb very often, so cadets and villagers alike were finding it all impossible to resist.

Passing through the crowds, Quistis nodded civilly from one person to the next, finding it impossible to reach a seat because she was constantly stopped by students wanting to discuss exams, results, or just to compliment her dress.

Eventually, she got to a good seat. Hands folded in her lap, keen eyes scanned the stage, appearing serene despite her excitement.

[thespianred.livejournal.com]

Blank caught sight of Quistis and couldn't help but smile. He had really enjoyed their 'date', even if it was just coffee and cakes. It had been fun.

Tantalus were still waiting for the crowds to spill in and settle down, so he slipped away from the group and made his way over. "Looking forward to the show?" he asked, kneeling on the seat in front of her, arms resting on the back of it.

[takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com]

Quistis was so busy scanning the stage that she didn't noticed Blank until she heard his voice. Though she hardly leapt from her seat, she visibly moved in her chair.

"Ah, Blank, hello."

Watching him, she couldn't help but smile softly. Her eyes brightened but her voice remained almost stern.

"Yes. Quite a crowd you've pulled in."

[thespianred.livejournal.com]

"Heh. It's a great looking crowd. I'm pretty excited. Things are pretty much ready to go, so I'm just taking a few minutes before we start."

He kept his arms on the back of the seat, resting his chin on them, watching Quistis with a smile. "You look very pretty tonight, Ms Trepe, it must be said."

[takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com]

Again, she surveyed the seating area as people milled about, chatting excitedly and laughing as they looked for their seats. But her eyes were caught by Blank's, aware that he was looking at her. Flushing softly, she shuffled back in her chair, still sitting upright. Her eyes lowered, sweeping over the dress she had chosen for the evening.

"Thank you."

[thespianred.livejournal.com]

"I guess I should go get ready to show you what I can do, huh?" He gave her a wink and blew her a kiss, before hopping off of the seat.

"Be sure to look out for me."

[takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com]

Quistis's lips parted, just gaping at the wink. But with the blown kiss, her lips promptly shut and she flushed a deeper red, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Clearing in throat, she pushed up her glasses, nodding in Blank's direction.

"I will."

[sergerp.livejournal.com]

Sitting around too much never suited Serge. If there was something important he had to do, which was 98% of the time lately, he'd rather be up and taking care of it before he forgot about it. Naturally he could never forget about that Lavoid he encountered, along with Xion. He had hoped victory in the hunt festival might have cheered him up, but it only showed him how careless he could be in a fight. He needed more restraint, and no doubt Sephiroth and Vanitas knew that.

And such was why he was here, in the third row, reclining back in a chair with the Mastermune in the seat next to him with a bored look on his face. Considering where the group had attacked last, Serge didn't want to take any chances and laid in wait. Should Sephiroth and his gang foolishly attacked, he would be right there in the middle to strike. For once he had hoped the bad guys to appear...

Because simply waiting here was killing a part of him. Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying to relax his muscles. There was darkness here, that was no lie, but it was scattered, and for all he knew, he would cause the scene and be labeled the villain, something he couldn't afford, especially with rumors abound that someone like him was being spotted around the world...flirting and mating with women. He paled at the thought. Were Kid ever to find out such a false rumor, she'd either turn Serge into a woman, or carve several bloody holes into those starting these silly rumors. Either way, Serge liked neither option.

Taking a deep breath, he toyed around with the cellphone in his hands, staring at the picture of Vanitas. The man had been a powerful foe indeed, and while Serge was sure victory might have been his had the man not fled and Kid wasn't injured, he never wanted to fight such beings again. He frowned at the thought of Xion. If he had to fight her....

He sighed again, slamming his head back into his chair. "Why do bad guys always have to be complicated!?"