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

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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.

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The first time someone heard it, Heather was standing by a vent, examining her stage makeup.

"Ugh, I wish we had better stuff in here," she grumbled. "All the cold cream in the world at night isn't going to fix the oil field my face is turning into."

A voice came from the vent in the wall. "Why don't you kill the president?"

"For--" Heather jumped and looked around. Finding nobody, she shuddered and started to back away. "Even if I were out of here, what do I look like, some kind of loser? Someone already tried, do you not watch the news?" She turned around and grumbled. "It's bad enough being in this dump without hearing voices. Heather and Heather are not hearing about this."

-

An hour went by without incident until Raoul and Eliza went into the costume shop to search for clothes.

"If only these were properly labelled," he muttered, sorting through things and putting some away with disgust. "And that we had fewer, er, horrifying options like that arm monstrosity from last week."

"Bad fashion, huh?" That was definitely not Eliza's voice from the shadows. "Why don't you cut to the root of the problem? As long as you're here to kill somebody, it might as well be a president!"

Raoul stiffened and looked towards the dark corner. "Excuse me, what?"

Eliza tore past him right away, one of the arm thing's thneed offspring in hand. "Show yourself right this minute!"

She marched to the shadows and flung off the tarp, to reveal... nothing?

"The fiend has found some way to vanish," Raoul said with a scowl. "We should report this to the others."

"Yes... yes, you're quite right." Eliza dropped the tarp and thneed with a defeated sigh. "I just want to know what he means. There certainly aren't any presidents here of anywhere."

-

Gossip about the mysterious voice was starting to spread, but it hadn't yet reached the men's washroom, where Billy Harris was blissfully ignorant singing in the shower.

"Wishing we had our own bathrooms here,
Wanting more than cheap-ass soap..."

Another voice piped in from apparently nowhere.

"Hey, there, lookalike Lee,
you know what you oughta do
Kill a president and baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe..."

"GAH!" Billy covered himself with his hands. The bar of fifty-cent soap fell and went sailing down the hall. "Who's there!?"

All that followed was laughter. Billy screamed and high-tailed it out of the shower.

-

A knock came to the box office door and the Balladeer ushered his guest in. "Oh, Hans! What brings you here?"

Hans quickly shut the door behind him, looked up at the vent, and sighed. "I'd like to say this is just a regular chat, but it's about the motive."

"Motive?" The Balladeer tilted his head up to see what was so interesting about the vent; nothing, apparently. "But I didn't give a motive yet this week. Management hands them down on Tuesdays, something about giving the audience a convenient schedule."

Hans turned to the Balladeer. "Then he isn't our motive?"

The Balladeer stopped where he was. "Wait. He? He who?"

"...You should come see this."

-

Hans opened the box office door and led the Balladeer out into pure chaos in the lobby. Heather was holding her head and muttering something while Astarte gave tentative shoulder pats, Raoul and Eliza were pointing swords at air vents, and the Pirate King was trying to climb up onto one of the chandeliers.

"Okay, time out!" The Balladeer held both of his hands up. "What's going on in here?"

Hime pointed to the Merchandise Booth and whined. "I just got mad that I got more useless stuff when I wanted my chicken, and the voice in there told me to kill the president! I don't even think we have a president! President of what?"

The Balladeer facepalmed with both hands. "Booth."

Hans raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"You don't want to know." He put his hands down and grabbed the nearest broom. "I'm going to deal with this. Everybody just, just calm down."

At that moment, seven people cried out and covered their faces as Billy Harris, still butt naked and soaking wet, ran screaming through the lobby.

"...on second thought," the Balladeer said, trying not to notice that his double really was an exact match. "Calming down might be hard."

Anna opened her fingers a crack over her eyes to watch as Billy realized that he was surrounded by people, froze, and ran screaming again in the other direction.

I'M SCREAMING THIS IS THE BEST

I'm so glad, thank you.

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