thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

GUIDELINES/RULES:

All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.

This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.

Stay anon because it's funner that way.

Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.

This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.

If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in violation will be deleted.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.

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While her best friend and husband were liberating the contents of the Merchandise Booth and the others were raiding their own rooms, Anna had been the first to volunteer and was now helping the Balladeer clean out the Leading Player's office.

"Thanks for helping with this, Anna. Even if the old crew took most of the stage down, it's a lot of work to strike a set this big."

Anna wasn't clear on all the terms that the Balladeer was using yet, but that one seemed pretty straightforward in context. "No problem," she said, packing up boxes and pointedly avoiding the trunk where Judas's skeleton used to be. "We can't just leave all these things sitting here."

The Balladeer made a face at the collection of presidential assassin merchandise and scooped it up to drop into the recycle. "That's true enough. Some of this is giving me the creeps, and can you imagine all the food that would go bad if we weren't sending so much home with you after we go out to that diner?"

Anna smiled and glanced at the computer screen, which was currently showing a security camera feed of Seymour packing up Audrey's memorial. "Hey, can I see the computer for a second? I've never used one before."

The Balladeer almost said something, paused, and let out a small breath. "I guess it's mine to let you use now, anyway. Just, uh, do me a favour and don't touch anything marked 'Dreamwidth layout' or anything that looks like admin tools. I don't know how to fix that yet if it breaks."

Anna pouted for a split second, then gave a shrug, sat down, and started clicking through the open programs. After a few poor choices (the Balladeer didn't look, but he definitely heard "Oh, ew, dead presidents" and "Was he seriously smelling that jacket?"), Anna moved over to some kind of note document.

"Audience Reactions?" she asked herself. "That sounds... better. Maybe."

The Balladeer sighed with what was hopefully relief at not having to ask why Hans had apparently been caught smelling his jacket. He thought for a second, though, and his eyes widened. "Anna, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Look, it's not even about us. It's all about those previous shows she was talking about before!" Anna said, half fascinated and half horrified. "Wow... I don't even know the people this is talking about, but -- hey, B? What's a Pokémon?"

The Balladeer came up beside her. "I've never seen one in person, but they're intelligent creatures that live in a cluster of similar worlds and often compete in battles, contests, and other performances for fun and sport. Why?"

"Because you mentioned the word in the trial, and look!" She pointed to a phrase on the screen. "It says, 'I'll bet the audience wants a tragic or bittersweet ending after all that happiness. If they come for the death and suffering, why do they stay for everyone alive at the end in a fluffy little found-family Pokémon AU every time?' I think this is why she did it."

The Balladeer looked at the screen, pained. "The Leading Player... I thought she was nice, but she didn't understand in the end, did she? Everyone works so hard for happy endings because they want to earn them, no matter how much suffering came beforehand."

Anna thought about this. "So a Pokémon is part of a happy ending for these games..." She turned in the chair and smiled up at the Balladeer. "Do you think we could see one?"

He thought for a moment. "As long as we keep Seymour away from the Carnivines, I don't actually see why not."

And so, about a month down the road, the entire group and their loved ones were sitting outside around a campfire with huge, decorated palm trees, exchanging presents as Pikipek flew by.

"How do those birds fly with such large heads?" Raoul asked as he looked out at a flock eating seeds.

"I wish I knew," replied Billy Arendelle, but he was already running calculations in his head about it as some of the younger actors were petting a litter of Pichu that had wandered curiously up to them.

Anna snuggled the white Vulpix sitting confused on her lap. She looked up at the Balladeer, who was studying the Christmas palm tree and occasionally narrating nicer ornaments onto it.

"Thanks for bringing us all here," she said.

"Oh!" The Balladeer turned to her with his usual disarming grin. "It's no problem. I just thought maybe you were right about this being an important part of a happy ending."

"Maybe, maybe not." Anna laughed. "But it's a new experience for all of us! That's important enough, right?"

He didn't even need to think that one over before he agreed.

a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

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