2018.03.15 Repo: Genetic Opera
| Repo: Genetic Opera! | |
|---|---|
| A stage play performed by BSD hillbilly Kinfolk. | |
| IC Date | March |
| IC Time | Late night |
| Players | Hamish Kurt Eris Thomas Russ Brohain Kiyara Azoth Carys Lincoln Morris Black |
| Location | Blackfork Frontier Town |
| Prp/Tp | Repo: Genetic Opera! |
| Spheres | Wyrm |
| Theme Song | http://putlockers.tf/watch/ox0o3Xve-repo-the-genetic-opera.html |
A large, arching sign over the street reads:
Welcome to Blackfork
Population: 130A wide and dusty road stretches out here, one end leading to a parking lot. The other ends out in the Prospect desert, sand and scrub and the occasional bit of cactus warning tourists away from that direction. As if to make up for the desert's hostility, the buildings that line either side of Main Street have a cheerfully welcoming look to them, despite their rundown and dusty appearance. Glass windows and wooden boards painted in vivid hues bring life to this memory of the past with the signs in front of each building naming them as the bank, the undertaker, the general store, horse stables and corral, a bath house, a saloon, a blacksmith and the sheriff's office.
Scene Set!
*A large wooden stage is set in a wide open space near the Blackfork town buildings, given some fairly simple embellishments that blend with the rustic ghost town nature of the place so that it blends with the Old West theme easily. Thick red curtains on runners are set to conceal the stage between scene changes, and a large back section is box-built to give thespians privacy and secrecy while changing and prop gathering. Stage lights are simple spot lights and masked candles along the edge, back drops and scenery are painted wood, and music is provided by a few kinfolk with musical talent, they and their instruments set to the sides of the stage where they’re out of the way.
*Theater seating is long benches with wooden backs and a selection of mismatched chairs in proper western style, although some of the benches are abnormally large in size to accommodate metis folk. Just to the back and on either side there are two elevated and covered stands draped in lovely fabrics and supplied with one comfortable chaise lounge each, with a multitude if squishy cushions, and a small table for beverages and snacks. One is decorated with a large stylized K and the other with an F. It should be assumed that there are a good number of NPC audience members.
*This evening’s musical performance is ‘Repo: Genetic Opera!’ being performed by Hamish’s weird, inbred hillbilly Kinfolk. Being as how this is a movie, the entire thing isn’t going to be posed out, that’ll take ages and ages, so select and entertaining scenes will be described and others merely summed up.
*Have you seen the movie before? Whether you have or have not, here’s a link where you can watch it for free in the background of this scene! Like any site like this, it enjoys annoying pop-ups, so if you’re unfamiliar, do this: Click the link, and allow the movie field to load. Click the big play button in the middle. Immediately close the tab or window that it just opened, and click the play button one more time to actually start the movie. These pop ups will occur when you pause or play the movie, so just be aware that they’re just pop-up junk and close them each time they try to load, and click again to unease.
http://putlockers.tf/watch/ox0o3Xve-repo-the-genetic-opera.html
Enjoy!
Someone starts clanging a large iron triangle to alert the area to the start of the show. Some kid stage hand is moving about lighting the shielded candles along the edge of the stage while someone else is testing out the spot light. There’s some rustling and low chatter behind the curtains, some thunking and shuffling as the setting props are moved into place. There is, alas, no food provided, no buffet tables or anything of the sort, save the already present water pumps and other patrons. Please don’t eat the guests!
With that clanging of the triangle there was movement from the Sheriff's office, Brohain coming out of the place straightening his clothes as if they had maybe been slept in albeit rather still at that for the last few days. The Irishman blinking as he looks over the area before heading off towards that set up of the stage and seating.
Having been napping against one of the horse tying posts, Archie snorts as the sound rouses him. He blinks blearily, blood shot eyes taking in the display before he remembers why he's here. Can't remember too much these days. His body trembles under the strain of righting himself on the ground. He got up! Archie snarls at the force of gravity and his own rickety bones, before the tattered and stained backpack of cursed Ponies is gathered up and he's shuffling towards the seating area.
Lincoln brought his own refreshment in two brown bagged covered bottles. He takes a swig of one as he looks around the area. He finds himself a seat somewhere and sips at his drink. He looks at whoever is clanging the iron triangle, and then up to the curtains.
When he nears the stage and spots the raised seating with the stylized F the Irishman's brow raises. A small smile playing over Brohain's lips as he sees the set up on that raised and covered seating area as he begins to move towards it, The Irishman giving a small wave to Lincoln and Carys seeing the pair arriving as he moves up to settle in on the raised platform on the lounger.
Once people are more or less seated...
A man with long, lank hair and a face covered in pox scars as well as possessing a hairlip, steps up onto the stage wearing dirty flannel and jeans. “Once ‘pon’a taaaaahm...” he begins with a distinct drawling accent while side stage music plays, “There were a ep’demic ‘a organ failures. It were CHAOS! And millions done dahed. But outta this here tragedy, a savior arises!”The curtains part to show a blinking neon sign for GENECO over a young woman in a hospital bed with a doctor and what might be a relative near. The doctor says, “Without a heart transplant... You will DIE!”
The young woman replies in a similarly drawled accent, “But a cain’t be affordin’ no operation!”
”Don’t worry, says the doctor, GeneCo offers organ financing! GeneCo's payment plans cheat death.”
And so the young lady signs with a bandaged hand as light dims and the original Narration Hillbilly says, “GeneCo’s payment plans cheat death... FOR NOW. And thus’n does GeneCo carve itself out a new niche, surgery fer a fashion statement!” On the stage behind him, people form lines to sign payment plans, stepping off stage for who knows what weird surgery. They reemerge and recross the stage with enormous (and obviously fake) boobs and bulges, someone pops out in black face, and one with a crazy, over exaggerated mask on her face.
Archie sits hunched on his rickety chair, eyes wide and mouth slack-jawed as the play begins. It's been -ages- since he's seen any sort of production, and the story's beginning is so very profound. He's rubbing the sand out of his eyes from his nap earlier, that's all!
Lincoln sees Brohain wave and he waves to the guy. He takes a few more sips from his covered bottle. He watches the scene and grins at the exagerated acting. He chuckles lightly at GeneCo's finance options.
Brohain's eyes settle upon the stage watching the begining of the musical with keen interest, The man's smile growing hearing the hillpeople give their lines with those drawls. The man even giving a soft chuckle at the sight of the props that come out on those who had signed Genco's dotted line. The man looking rather pleased so far as he fishes out a joint from his pocket to tuck it between his lips.
Lincoln hands Carys a bottle covered in a brown bag. He sips from his own as he watches the play on the bench. His arm slides about her waist and he whispers into her ear.
Carys takes the bottle from Lincoln, and listens to him.
”GeneCo done develops them some Zydrate.” the HillNarrator goes on while actors quickly changed into something like showgirls dance their way across the stage,
“Zydrate! Zydrate!” they hiss while the Narrator continues, “An a’spensif and addictive painkiller. Grave robbers git in on the action and sell up a cheap version on the black market..” A shady looking fellow ‘sneaks’ across the stage with a shovel and a large syringe. “Extracted.. From the dead!” One of the dancing girl’s suddenly collapses and the shady fellow pounces, and appears to suck something out of her nose with the syringe.
Staight-jacket, straps, a muzzle made of leather and wire and for a human face, and rolled in on an upright gurney. -That's- Hamish's entrance. It doesn't seem to be part of the production, though it looks like something from Silence of the Lambs, especially since the wolf seems drugged and kind of out of it.
Not to worry, though! He's being taken well care of, by Nurse Schiffy! In some weird role-reversal, it's Thomas that's dressed up as a hospital orderly, and is wheeling the psychiatrist out.
Russ is stalking alongside Hammibal Lecter and Nurse Schiffy with a smirk on his face below his mismatched eyes. He is not wearing his fedora and this leaves a set of short Puckish horns on obvious display. He is puffing on a joint and he remains near the duo he's entered with as they make their way deeper into town.
"Damn'ed Governmt!" Archie slurs through his misshapen mouth. He's reaching into the warped plastic of the Rainbow Dash backpack he swiped after some kid left it on a park bench back in town. Out comes the reminants of rotten produce, that's been cooking in the bag during his nap in the sun, cabbage slimy and putrid as that thin, feeble frame is shaking with the motion of heaving it at the stage.
Brohain from his raised seat on that chaise lounger glances away from the stage, His focus turning briefly to that arrival of Hamish and the rest of his /family/. The sight of the bound, secured and masked man bringing Brohain's brow to raise in question as his gaze flits between the trio before that focus turns over the others in the audience. A curious glance given to Archie before his gaze sweeps back over Lincoln and Carys only to return to the stage as he lights that joint stuck between his lips to take that first puff.
The Narrator continues this highly over acted and very silly introduction to the play’s world, “Rotti Largo, GeneCo’s Founder,” enter the man who was with the girl and doctor earlier, “Done lobbied a bill through congress, and thus is organ repossession legalized! Rotti Largo and his kids - buncha fuckin lovable shits they is -“ And here, various actors sweep across the stage as he names them off,
a dapper suit wearing man, followed by a buxom woman in a pretty dress, and then a weirdo narcissist admiring himself with a mirror while looking very.. Leatherface right now. “Luigi Largo.. Amber Sweet.. And Pavi Largo, the worlds most powerful family! BUT, fer thems what cain’t keep up with the organ payments, the Largos send in... REPO MEN!” A line of people wearing head to toe covering like a weird mix between surgeons, nazis, and a hazmat team march across the stage, brandishing power tools and surgical implements, doing a little synchronized marching dance thing while a chorus line of REEEEEEPO MAAAAAAAAN! sounds from somewhere.
At this moment, there’s the first gore moment of the play, as a few thoroughly freaked out human ‘actors’ are shoved on stage, only to be immediately pounced on by the Repo Men. Amidst the sounds of screams and gurgles, the hapless humans are slain and several organs removed, pretend-scanned with supermarket price checkers, and stuffed into zip lock baggies.
The spot lights dim, and the curtains close for a moment. The sounds of a rushed clean up and scene change can be heard.
Lincoln drinks at his bottle as he watches the show. Before he knows it, he's finished, but he appears- quite satisfied. He laughs when he sees Thomas dressed up as a nurse. He murmurs to Carys, "I wouldn't want to get treated there." He laughs at the marching dance and chorus line. He laughs harder when the humans are taking over. He applauds when the lights dim, clearly very much entertained.
Archie's outrage is thoroughly shocked out of him, his curved spine going nearly ramrod straight as a little bit of blood manages to splash upon his face. He's trembling as he watches the carnage with rapt fascination. "That's more laik it!" He cheers, before hunching down and back into the chair that creaks under his slight frame.
But! Nurse Schiffy treats Hamish very well! For instance, when the drugged Galliard has a line of drool running past his mask, Thomas is there to provide a handkerchief, dabbing at the man's neck, though his grinning sadist look disappears a moment, smile brightening, when he realizes how close his hand is to the doctor's mouth. He pulls it away, quickly. "Did I forget the IV?" he asks, Russ, as he goes to pick a nice spot to set the dolley/gurney/'patient' down, among the audience.
"Yer alright, jus' watch yer fingers. He can be off the IV for a few hours... if he comes too, I'll knock him out." Russ stops to watch the carnage on the stage with an empty expression, his head tips to the side with a glassy eyed stare as he licks his chops once. The sounds of cheering pull him out of it though and he glances over his shoulder first at Lincoln with a quick upnod of recognition and greeting- and then at Archie. Russ watches the homeless fellow for a long moment before stalking off to go take a seat near the unsightly fellow, "Hey old timer." Russ says simply as he invites himself to take a seat on the ground near Archie. He seems to be watching the show but he keeps an eye on Thomas and Hammy.
Brohain watches with dark amusement as the musical progresses and then there is that first moment of gore, The joint drawn slowly from as those humans are torn into and their organs harvested for the sake of /art/ and his favor. The man remaining silent though unlike some of the others watching waiting until the curtain lowers and the lights dim before he begins to clap and gives a whistle. His voice sounding out, "Bloody fucking brilliant!" The man clearly enjoying the show. A brief glance spared over towards the Nurse and his charge.
Lincoln nods to Russ quietly. He also looks at the homeless guy, and sees how much the man is enjoying it.
When the curtains open again, the shady fellow from earlier is stalking across the stage, which has been done up with painted props showing a long, seedy alley, with hookers and a burning trash barrel, the lighting ominous and speaking of night time. In the background, a Repo Man is doing his business on a still figure from the earlier carnage.
”Out from the night,” speak-sings the shady man as he meanders to and fro, “From the mist, steps the figure. No one really knows his name for sure. He stands at six foot six head and shoulder. *Pray* he never comes knocking at *your* door.. Say that you once bought a heart, or new corneas, but somehow never managed to square away your debts? He wont bother to write or to phone you. He’ll just rip the still beating heart from your chest!” On cue, the background Repo Man holds up a very real heart in his hand.
A background chorus amongst the musicians sings, ‘Reeeeeeeepooooo Maaaaaaan!’ as the Repo Man stands, beginning to stalk after a raggedy looking woman back and forth across the stage as she bangs on fake, painted doors, panicked. “Come on, please!” she worries to herself.
The shady man goes on, “Now, you could run. You could hide. You could *try* to.. But he always has a way of finding you. He will come at your weakest hour, when no one is around who might rescue you!
Reeeeeeeepooooo Maaaaaaaaaan!
”And none of us are free from this horror, for many years ago we *all* fell in debt! New body parts were needed to perfect our image, and until our debts are clear, we will live in fear of the.. REEEEEEEEEPOOOOOO MAAAAAAAAN!
The Repo Man pounces out of nowhere and ‘kills’ the woman, but it is highly over acted. Oh the agony, ooooooh my spleen noooo, agidty agidty agidty doom! Also, the smell of a BBQ starts from out behind the theater. Gotta put them dead guys to use, after all. And now you know why no food was provided!
"Nnnngh.. hey." Archie's arms kind of draw into himself as he leans one way and turns his head to look at Russ the other. There's a hesitance there, probably borne of fear and beatings for those at the bottom of the human food chain. He's squinting and relaxing, just a little bit, getting over the fact that somebody actually wants to address -him-. Distraction comes in the form of the play's Protagonist and the scent of cooked flesh eminating from behind the theatre. Archie sniffs, lips smacking as those hazy blue eyes get sharp and hopeful.
Russ is a tall tattoo covered fellow in filthy clothing with a small set of satyr-like horns growing out of his red hair, he looks as if he slept on the wrong side of the alley last night. He's exactly the sort to address a fellow like Archie, "I ain't never seen you before, Pops." Russ is speaking from the corner of his attention as he continues to watch the play and keep a calm demeanor despite the intoxicating scents in the air... almost like he can't smell them. His accent is Scottish as he continues, "I know most of the riffraff 'round these parts."
"We're making sure he doesn't cheat on his diet," Thomas whisper-hisses to Brohain, when he catches the man staring. Russ gets a look, though, and he nods, watching the muzzled mouth, indeed. Still, he argues, "No, no. He needs his IV, see? I should go get it. It'll just-- it'll just take me a s-second!" Nurse Schiffy is over-eager, even if the smell of long pig BBQ gets his nose to wrinkle, and the sudden 'murder' to get him to jump a little. And then he heads off a minute, to go find the IV bag and stand.
Brohain settles back reclining fully onto his lounger, The man relaxing there as he watches the musical unfold before him. His gaze of dark blue watchful of the actors as he listens to their lines given and the music. That smile playing over his lips a bit strange, that mixture of warmth and darker amusements as he slowly puffs and smokes on his joint.
How does one get to be as old as Archie in such wretched living conditions? It sure isn't being a -complete- wuss when someone is staring you down. Takes a bit of fortitude, a bit of survival know-how, and quite a bit of crazy. His eyes twitch and his lips pull into a habitual snarl, before he tries to pull it back because Russ isn't actually being dick about it. Some habits die hard. "Hitched my way over from New Mexico, because I wanted to see the coast before I kicked it."
Russ notes that Thomas is leaving Hamish unattended and he cranes his neck to keep a close eye on the bound fellow as he puffs his joint and offers the ass end of it to Archie. "Good for you, I came here for the bikinis but its same idea.." Russ muses with a snerk as he pushes himself to his feet and heads back over to attend to the bound Hammy in Thomas' absence.
Once Russ gets over to Hamish he snaps in front of his eyes a few times and leans in to look for signs of life in the mask.
Again there’s a brief curtain close, and a quick set change, during which ‘radio chatter’ is heard. What if GeneCo couldn’t reposes organs any more? Then they couldn’t give unaffordable hearts to people we love.. Vote NO! on proposition 598, keep Repossession legal!.. Tune in to tonights Genetic Opera, for Mag’s farewell performance..
When the curtains part again, it’s the four members of the Largo family settled around what’s probably supposed to be a rich office. Two attendants bring Rotti a folder, and as he looks into it, the spot light handler projects onto the back wall the images we’re supposing Rotti is looking at. Luigi with dead hookers and a knife. Amber Sweet passed out in a gutter, and Pavi removing someone’s face, presumably the one he’s wearing now.
”You disgust me.” Rotti tells his vile children angrily. Enter a terrified doctor from stage right, approaching Rotti to tell him, “I’m sorry, Mr. Largo.. I’m afraid it’s terminal. You don’t have much time, it’s spreading rapidly.” Rotti doesn’t like this news and his fury shows, inspiring one of his attendants to whip out a gun and- BANG! No really, there’s a little flag that pops out and says ‘bang!’ on it. The doctor falls down dead. That’ll teach that egg head to tell a guy he’s got cancer!
Rotti speak-sings, “Maggots! Vermin! You want the world for nothing! Commence your groveling, Rotti, your king, is dying. ‘Even Rotti Largo can not prevent this passing!’ Who will inherit GeneCo? I’ll keep those vultures guessing.. I’ll keep those vultures guessing!”The Largos stand up and leave, and their office is swiftly replaced with set props for a graveyard as a procession moves in from off stage. Some of of Hamish’s kin have pretty nice voices and he’s some how gotten the trailer trash to memorize a song as they pretend to be black clad mourners. Something gothy and a touch industrial, singing about things you see in the graveyard while a young woman in a gas mask sneaks her way between the tomb stones and past the singing funeral group.
Hamish, meanwhile, drools and blinks very slowly, eyes shifting to Russ for a second to mumble something about puppies and a party. He's drugged, none of it makes sense, but he's probably enjoying himself.
Kiyara has been content to sit there and watch, head tipping this way and that, a lovely little smile on her lips
Russ gives a succint little nod at the reaction from Hamish. He turns to watch the play and he's starting to squint as if he's having trouble following the complex story lines.. or maybe its the music.
Archie is... given a joint. It's a short blunt, barely anything left, but the old fart doesn't look gift horses in the mouth. Chapped lips clamp onto it as he watches Russ walk away to check on Hamish. He pulls on it deeply, pungent smoke filling his war-scarred lungs from Agent Orange. Archie heaves violently, coughing wracking his entire frame as the play goes on. Hey, maybe he could have gotten new lungs in this Opera if it were real. Despite the pain and agony, he takes another toke of the quickly burning gift.
Brohain's left hand lifts to give Kiyara a little wave motioning her over closer to the more comfortable seating that hamish had set up for him, The man's gaze turning briefly to the other empty raised seating area blinking some noticing its empty state before he refocuses on the musical before him.
Lincoln is completely engaged in the play. He leans back as he watches. Different expressions cross over his face as he watches.
The young gas masked woman makes her way to a painted wooden tomb stone, sitting down close to it as though the deceased were important to her. Her gas mask comes off and as she settles to just hang out with her dead friend, a fake, glowing bug is skittered on a line across the stage floor. She sings as she gets up to chase it, and like any musical, the song is about exactly what she’s doing right then, trying to catch a bug.
When you think about it, that has to be the unfortunate side of any musical world. The ones you see in movies singing about true love and adorable birds are the successful ones, but for every one of them, there’s like twenty people singing off key about mowing their lawn or something. Ahem, any how..
Her song implies that she’s not supposed to be out here, that she shouldn’t chase the bug, she should leave so she can get home in time.. The shady fellow from earlier joins her on stage, singing as well about industrialization, the collapse of nature under technology and corruption’s spread, about new business opportunities as he pushes the lid off a painted wooden tomb to do some grave robbing.
Between the lines of their dual song, a robotic voice (with a totally twangy accent) advertises Zydrate, and notes that buying from an unlicensed source is illegal. Fellows in guard uniforms with flashlights search the cemetery (very badly, I might add), never catching sight of the badly hidden actors.
The grave robber’s tagline is sung, “It’s quick.. It’s clean.. It’s pure.. It could change your life, rest assured! The 21st century cure!”
His song gets a bit TOO loud and he alerts the guards, snagging the prop body and running while the girl panics, telling him to stop, stop! yet of course she still follows him. The grave robber smacks the body into the back drop like a battering ram and, with some theater magic, the background has a new one slid over it as he ‘breaks through the wall’ and into an underground pit of corpses. “JACKPOT!” For as much as the goth girl complains about how she shouldn’t be here, she sure as shit isn’t running off. Wimmin. Am I right? And, of course, his song gets too loud again and the guards catch them, holding them at gun point.
Thomas returns. It doesn't take him too long, though his misses a scene or so. And he's brought what he'd said he would-- an IV bag and a stand and a tourniquet and needles for hooking the bag into the poor 'patient' through medical tubing. Russ is probably right in that he doesn't need it, but Nurse Schiffy is thorough and -wants- to hook him back up. He can't into his forearm, because of the straight jacket, but that doesn't stop him from jabbing Hamish a few times. His eyes go back and forth between the audience, the show, and Hamish.
”Let them go.” comes a voice from off stage, while the young woman pleads that this is all a mistake, she cant read, she didn’t know! She begins to collapse from panic, but the grave robber? He appears to have gotten away scot free! The owner of the off stage voice, a Repo Man, enters and begins shoving the armed patrol out of his way as the girl collapses, someone imitating a little machine voice saying ‘Blood pressure warning! Medicate immediately!’ He stoops down and.. Is she doomed? The curtains close again for a scene change.
Opening again, the girl lies in bed with a plastic tent around her as a man sings his relief at her wellness while the girl weakly cries for her dad. Medical equipment sits all around the bed, and ‘Dad’ moves into the clear plastic tent to check the girl’s vitals. The pair sing back and forth to each other, he saying that he was worried, she asking if she was outside. He tells her nonsense, and she tells him about the bodies, but he assures her that never happened, she just forgot her medicine and went unconscious. He names her as Shilo, and their singing becomes an argument about whether or not the previous scene happened at all.
After snarling at her that she’s WRONG, he sings about Shilo having the same blood disease that killed his wife, furiously announcing that he will do *anything* to keep her safe. Shilo relents, promises to take her meds, just until he finds a cure. It gets sappy as fuck for a few minutes before Daddy Dearest leaves, exaggerated sounds of locking saying he’s locked the girl in her room.
Shilo then sings to herself in her room, mocking her father’s worry and insistence, stomping around in a teenage huff. She snarls at her dead mother gee thanks for your your disease, struggles at a fake door and emphasizes her prisoner-patient status. She pines for the outside before a fake window.
The curtains close for scene change, and the Narrator steps up to give his twangy insert to the story.
Brohain chuckles hearing that cry to be freed off stage, His head giving a small shake as he pulls out a small bag of bud and some papers to begin tolling himself another joint while watching the show. The man's head dipping and raising slightly hearing Shilo sing following along with the song. Russ cheers at the end of the show and he looks back over at Hamish and Thomas as he cheers for the actors a few times and then claps the director on the shoulder, "The play is great." He shouts at Hamish with a laugh and he fishes a cigarette out of a pack in his back pocket.
Thomas claps, too, for the change of scene, and the play so far. He actually seems to be enjoying it, though he leans in a little, and tells Hamish, who probably can't answer in anything close to lucidity, "Really is your kinda play, huh? Locking people up!" Meanwhile, his poor drugged patient/prisoner has a bunch of little bruises/holes that are rapidly healing. Then to Russ, "How do you smoke that? I'm so h-hungry, the BBQ's making my mouth water." Ugh!
”This here fellah, he’s Nathan, and this is what’n the hell’s up with that guy.” the Narrator says,
“Some 17 years ago, Nathan and Marnie was a happily married couple with a baybeh on the way. Perfect life, I hear you say. And it were, till she done got sick. Now, he *thought* he found a cure for her blood what’s-it, but he just ended up poisoning her on accident and she kicked that bucket hard. With time running out, and Marnie losin’ blood, he could only save *one* of ‘em, momma or the babeh. Nathan chose the little babeh Shilo.” Narrator steps away and the curtains open again, showing Nathan stalking back and forth, singing and whining about teenage girl problems and having a crisis of conscience over being a murderer versus the crisis of trying to protect the last remnant of his family. Through a ‘totally secret door’ in a bit of stage propery, he slips to the other side of the stage, leaving House for Secret Murder Lab, where a seriously freaked out human tied to a chair and gagged loses his mother fucking mind
when Nathan slips on his apron to reposes some organs while singing about being a legal assassin.
During the next scene transition, kinfolk bring out platters of cooked meat to take around through the audience, offering delectable tid bits and organ pieces with a choice of sauces.
The choir sings the REALLY AWFUL totally bad GeneCo commercial jingle.
Russ watches the play as it continues with a little bit of confusion and his brow furrows as he attempts to follow it and devote his entire attention the scenes unfolding with the kinfolk. "Huh.." He asides to Thomas, "Wha? Or, right, no one told you?" He puffs on his clove cigarette and watches the show, "All tastes the same to me." His brows lift as he spots a plate of food, "Suppose it smells like meat right now?" He shrugs. Anosmia.
Lincoln rocks his head to the music a bit, tapping his foot to the awful commercial jingle. He seems to find something about it to appreciate it. He shakes his head at the offer for meat. He's quite satisfied with other sustenance.
"This is my favorite part!" Thomas giggles when Nathan gets to his lab, giving the play more of his attention. He has to wave away the kin and plates, though. But despite his usual aversion to eating people, this time he really does look at the 'food' a little longer than is...normal. Nurse Schiffy must really be hungry. Hammibal ten times more so. He nods at Russ. "Maybe drug him a little bit more," the 'nurse' suggests, now that the smell of food's so heavy in the air, hissing in a whisper, "Or let me do it!"
The inked man's head dips and raises hearing the music following the tempo, When barbecue is brought around the man leans over setting his now rolled joint aside to take up a rib looking it over closely before he gives a sniff. Yes Fabio the particular and beautiful, The man after a moment though just shrugs and takes a bite from the rib tearing the meat from the bone to taste the food offered.
Curtains open on an organ warehouse and the Largo kids, the play making a point to show what putzes these three are. Super Sexy nurses take inventory and bend over a lot while the three kids sing and bicker about who should take over the company Luigi and Amber both sing that THEY should have it and they don’t take lip from a slut!/cunt! She wins that round when she knees him in the balls. Luigi, he sings so badly, it’s just awful.
”I’m the smartest, and the toughest, I will find a hole and fuck it! If there ain’t one, then I’ll make one,” and here he ‘stabs’ a nurse that just dropped a (totally real) brain on him on accident, “Luigi don’t take shit from no one!” The Largo kids do seem to agree that they should Mark It Up!
Pavi insists that he is the sexiest, the heart and panty stealingest, and father will leave GeneCo to ME! Actually that nurse might really be dying, there’s a ridiculous amount of blood appearing before she eventually goes still, and.. is that more BBQ smell after the curtains close?
Curtain’s open.. Shilo is still prisoner in her room, watching a fake TV when she receives a phone call. Someone claiming to have been a friend of her mothers? She scrambles to get her gas mask to protect her from the outside world as the caller asks her to meet him at her mother’s tomb, because.. he has the cure to her disease! While she gets ready to venture out, the hillbilly narrator begins to speak again.
”Yeah, you know that slimy voice alright, that there’s Rotti Largo sure ‘nuff. See, back in the day some 17 years ago, he was Marnie’s fella and thought they had it good, till she met that damned Nathan and took off with him and broke poor Rotti’s heart. When Marnie got sick, he saw him an opportunity to get even! He snuck in to ol’ Nathan’s lab, and it were ROTTI that messed up that cure so’s it’d poison her! The law done saw that as murder at Nathan's hand, and Rotti punished Nathan again, forcing him to pay off his debt by being a Repo Man. But as Nathan said, he'll do *anything* to keep Shilo safe...
Russ' attention is fixed on the play but he does glance over when Thomas speaks of drugs, "Hm, mm yeah? Good idea."
Lincoln puts his feet up as he listens to the play go on. He appears to be quite entertained. He turns his head and kisses Carys' neck.
Thomas doesn't really seem to mind how bad Luigi sings, because when the heir-unapparent rips his shirt off and shows off his scars (Luigi has a lot of scars), Nurse Schiffy wolf-whistles at him. Then sniffles, and goes to drug Hamish up again, with a needle in the neck, which might still have other bruises and holes in it. But probably not. Hamish is a metis, after all, despite how much Thomas would like to admire his handiwork.
Luigi rips his shirt open in damned near every scene he's in. Ask Russ though, you gotta admire that scar art!
Kiyara is still here! Enjoying!
Enter Rottie Largo, arriving at the cemetery. He sings about his children being worthless, that he wont leave the company to any of them! He snarl-sings that Nathan had been his choice till he stole Marni away, and how pleased he was to frame him for the woman’s death. “He never thought to suspect the man that wrote his checks! But I’ll take that to my death..”
Rotti arrives at the grave of Marni, as does Shilo. She hears him snarling his confession to the grave, but he seems to know she’s there when he has his assistants capture her! He apologizes in song, saying she’s so hard to find, and his own kids really suck. She says she has a blood disease, and oh what a coincidence, Rotti tells her he has a cure! She just needs to be his date for the evening. But no, sings Shilo, she has to get home, her dad will worry! Well, what daddy don’t know wont hurt him, replies Rotti..
We rejoin Nathan after a brief curtain close and open. Another hapless human bound to a slab while Nathan dances around in his Repo Man gear and sings about how no one appreciates what he does, that it’s a thankless job while proceeding to remove organs from the poor guy and fling them audiencewards. During this sadistic little song and dance, he actually puts his arm up *into* the poor bastard and works him like a puppet, continuing the song ventriloquist style, although his lips move just a little bit. There’s a pause and a look of brief horror on his face as the play emphasizes what Rottie has turned Nathan into. He enjoys his job though he is still ashamed of it, hiding this life from Shilo by keeping her locked away in her room, and his job locked away in his own secret lab.
Russ leans back on his elbows and chuckles at the wolf whislte as he lounges and puffs on his cigarette watching things unfold.
Thomas puts the finishing touches on poor Hamish, as he puts the needle away. Like a garnish on a well-cooked meal. Except in Nurse Schiffy's case, it's a heart-print band aid. A real heart might go flying, though, and he tries to keep out of the way, by taking cover behind the Hammibal Lector-style upright gurney that Hamish is strapped into (with the straight-jacket and mask, too!).
Curtains close, curtains open, and we’re treated to a carnival setting while off-stage announcers talk about this being GeneCo’s finest annual extravaganza yet! Enter the Largo kids, again being jerks. Luigi stabs someone to death for bringing him coffee he doesn’t like while Pavi narcisistically admires himself wearing a brand new face stolen from someone, and Amber Sweet pisses and moans about how she wants to replace Mags, the Voice of GeneCo, when she’s gone after tonight. Luigi rips his shirt open again for pretty much no reason, he just *does* that a lot when he’s screaming about how people should respect him when HE runs the company. Rotti arrives with Shilo and yells at them to shut! up! and shoos them away. Rotti introduces Blind Mag and Shilo just before the former is called to the stage.
And yet again, an appearance from our Narrator. “That there’s Blind Mag, in case you ain’t guessed it. Mag and Marni was best friends back there in that day some 17 years ago when Marni were datin’ Rotti. And, o’course, she were blind. Duh. Eeny hoo, Rotti did her a ‘favor’, cutting out her useless eyes and jammin’ in some fresh ones, like that droolin’ fuck over there done did.” Narrator points an accusing finger at Hamish, who just drools. “So, now she c’n see. Woo hoo! Shit were looking real good for Blind Mag, she became a vocal legend, till she realized she was endebted to GeneCo for life, GeneCo property, GeneCo advertisement. I think we can see where this one’s goin, folks. Wouldn’t no one be happy like that, havin’ their best friend keel over, and now? Seein’ that bestie’s daughter, the plot does thicken.”
The Narrator steps away and we hear Rottie talking into a cell phone, telling Nathan to go collect on another account, keeping the man busy while he keeps young Shilo with him for who knows what manipulation.
Carys continues sitting next to Lincoln, watching the show.
Brohain claps during those little luls and scene changes, the man thouroughly enjoying himself upon his raised little platform. Brohain for the moment stretched out upon his chaise lounger watching the musical while enjoying another rib and a few sips from his flask.
Slipping away from the evil Rotti Largo, Shilo gets a call from her dad then. We hear both sides but see only Shilo on stage. Nathan’s voice off stage reminds her to take her medicine and- “What’s that?” he asks at the ambient sounds of the carnival she’s at, and she answers with a lie, “Oh um.. I have my window cracked, it’s nothing.” They sing out their argument about whether Nathan should rush home and she assures him no no, your patients need you!
“What’s that?” she asks, hearing the sounds of screams off stage. “Oh um.. Just a patient.” Nathan answers with a lie of his own while surely repoing some poor bastard’s organs. “Will he make it?” Shilo asks. “It uh.. Doesn’t look good, no.” Nathan answers over the sounds of snapping bones and wet squelching.
After the call, Shilo is clearly worried, pacing and wondering how to get out of this and avoid trouble from either side. She’ll piss off her dad or Rotti either way! Just then, the grave robber appears, slipping into the scene with a “Psst!” Seeing her chance, Shilo is amazed! “You’re real?! Please help me, I must get home!” With an inviting wave from the grave robber, Shilo slips away from the carnival, while reporters crowd around Rotti, asking questions about Zydrate addiction and speaking rumors about Amber Sweet. What about all these surgeries? Is she addicted? Has she been taking street Zydrate? Is she in rehab? All this to Rotti’s increasingly angry expression. The curtains close again briefly.
Thomas claps again. But he's a restless thing, and starving, so he asks Russ, "How much time do we have left on the fasting?" as he wanders around small spiral steps (that he doesn't seem aware of) leading him over toward 'Fabio.' "Hi," he greets, voice quiet, a little half-manic hiss.
Lincoln applauds when the curtains close. He leans toward Carys and playfully nibbles on her ear lobe.
Russ is seated on the ground, half leaned on the drugged up Hammibal and watching the show with a serious determination to follow the plot... when Thomas addresses him he glances over fleetingly and licks his lips once, "Hm? Oh, uh, about halfway through, I think, we started yesterday at dawn."
When Thomas comes over with the Irishman grins offering up the flask to the man not knowing of their fasting or what exactly they were still allowing themself. "Hey." His eyes quickly turning back to the stage. The man grinning broadly as he watches with a dark little glint within his gaze.
Carys claps as the curtains close. She lightly giggles with Lincoln's attention.
Kurt slips in right about now. It's a good time for it! Dressed in a deep dark green suit and leather soled shoes, he takes quiet steps down the rows until he spies people he knows. Kiyara is orbitted briefly, a hand finding her shoulder and dragging behind her neck before lifting, turning over his shoulder to throw her a smile on his way to Russ, passing Thomas along the way. The scowly ginger earns a shoulder bump and chin-up greeting with a Smile. Hamish is his last stop, greeting the man with a side-ways, one-armed hug so as to not interrupt. Then finding a seat, he promptly kicks his feet up and reclines rather leisure-like to watch, a vaguely amused tilt of his head at the story thus far.
In the next scene, we’re at that seedy alley again, with Shilo and the Grave Robber who helped her slip away. Shilo begins to see the black market trade first hand, met by a hooker who tells her, “I had my first surgery when I was 13, and thanks to Zydrate I didn’t feel or remember a thing. A month later I was turning tricks.” And now for a dance number with a bunch of whores and a grave robber who sings while Shilo freaks out a bit..
”Drug market.. Submarket.. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in. Blood market.. Love market.. Sometimes I wonder why they need me at aaaaaall! Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.”
Shilo: A little glass vial?
Whore swarm: A little glass vial!
Grave robber: And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.
Whore swarm: *Needy panting*
Grave robber: And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy. And when the gun goes off it sparks and you’re ready for surgery.
Whore Swarm: *hissed* Ssssurgery!
Enter Amber Sweet with a pair of beef cakes, singing for the grave robber. Ah yes, there’s our Zydrate addict!
Grave robber: And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Shilo: Addicted to the knife?
Whore Swarm: Addicted to the knife!
Grave robber: And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against her anatomy! And when the gun goes off Miss Sweet is ready for surgery.
As Amber receives her injection the music takes on a muddled, drunken tone as people close in on her with scalpels. Drug addiction, surgical addiction, shitty rich kids and wayward sick girls born into weird love triangles and murder, the story is weird but it’s got everything, including dance numbers!
Russ is seated near Hamish, Russ is leaned against the standing gurney which has been the Galliard's transportation for the evening and Hamish resides in a straight jacket and Hammibal Lector mask. "Kurt." Russ says simply when the other man joins them but he stays seated on the ground and simply watches the rest of the show.
Lincoln laughs as he continues to watch the musical. He hums a bit along with the singers, enjoying the show.
Thomas, or rather 'Nurse Schiffy' is dressed up as a hospital orderly, counter to Hammibal Lecter over there. The white of his uniform, for now, is unbloodied, despite all the gore that had happened. He was being good, see? He was -taking care of his patient-! But now he's on a smoke break, over by Brohain for a minute. "I was, um, supposed to get you a present. But I had to take care of my patient, so I couldn't r-really get out to get you anything." Taking care of his patient/boss. Like a good orderly/nurse/henchman! "So, um, here!"
Brohain recieves a bunch of heart band-aids.
The words from Thomas have Brohain chuckling, "What really? Oh well.. nice outfit and thanks." The man reaching out to take the band aids opening the package to remove one. A grin taking shape seeing the heart, "Very nice." The man glancing towards the stage, "Good thing those ones aren't your patients..the props. Not sure bandaids would do the trick." An amusement in his tone.
As Amber Sweet revels in the high of Zydrate, she begins to drunkenly sing a song, which Shilo mentions is one of Mag’s songs. Amber’s on her feet in a moment, spewing her anger and jealousy in song form then while Shilo cowers a bit. It’s AMBER’S turn to shine,
once the Repo Men do their job and Mags is gone! This stuns Shilo, and the grave robber informs her that Mag’s contract has some mighty fine print. If Mags quits, then she loses her eyes, cruel little laughs from Amber insinuating Mags wont survive the encounter. Just then, GeneCo security swarms the stage, and the Grave robber absconds with Shilo!
One of the security guys touches his ear piece and says, “Sir? We have Miss Sweet, we’re bringing her in.” Rotti wont be happy with this, surely, and the drugged up Amber is literally dragged away off stage.
After the curtains close and open again, we return to the Largo’s office, where Nathan brings the reclaimed organs to Rotti. The three kids are there, of course, being assholes as usual, though Luigi has yet to rip his shirt open. Yet. Rotti gives Nathan his newest assignment.. Mag’s eyes! Further punishment from Rotti for long ago stealing Marni away, and doing away with someone bold enough to leave the company to boot.
Nathan isn’t pleased, that was his wife’s best friend! He tries to refuse the job and Rotti tells him, “Remember who you are. Remember what you did to Marni.” Rotti digs at Nathan, reminding him who kept Nathan from jail for poisoning his wife, this was the deal, this was their agreement! Nathan slumps and agrees to do as he’s told, so that Shilo wont ever know what happened that night so long ago, or know about his secret repo life.
Time for another heartfelt singing moment as Nathan is presented with a bound and struggling debter to kill while Largos and Sexy Nurses sing to him to remember what he did to Marni, and not to deny what he is. Nathan seems to have grown to enjoy what he does, singing loudly that he remembers, oh he remembers, while slicing up this poor human. Those in the front row get a bit of a Gallagher splash zone thing happening, and Hamish gets hit right in the face by a tossed liver. His eyes cross and he makes nom nom nom sounds behind his mask.
"Yeah. Yeah, 'props,'" Thomas agrees. Sure, props, he'll go with that. He gives a rapid-fire nod of his head. "How'd you become the guest of honor, anyway?" He's been curious about that, the scared crow has. His eyes flick away from the Irishman for just a minute, and he waves at, "Kurtsey." Meanwhile, the musical goes into Night Surgeon, and Thomas tries to keep paying attention to Brohain, but he has a hard time, because, "This is my favorite part!" Hadn't he said that, already? Thomas clearly has a thing for watching Nathan (even if it's Hillbilly Nathan) tear up helpless, bound people. Hybristophiliac.
The question from Thomas has Brohain motioning to one of the cushions near his chaise lounge he lays out upon. "Hamish owed me a favor, I wanted a musical by his family. So this, This is how. And now he gets his other feather." A chuckle leaving the inked Irishman as he shrugs, "You're good bit more curious than the others." His head tilting as he looks to Thomas before turning his gaze back towards the stage. It isn't long before Morri comes out of the bath house looking freshly washed and in well the same dirty ass clothes from before. The man begining to approach that raised platform with Brohain and Thomas.
Lincoln listens to the others speak, but it doesn't distract from the entertainment on stage. He's glad that he's in the back, out of the way of the splash zone.
Carys's eyes widen a bit and sniffs the air a bit. All in all she is also glad to be in the back as well.
Russ is located somewhere in the crowd with a drugged Hammibal Lecter, the Galliard is dressed in a straight jacket with an IV drip and a mask covering most of his face. Hammy is drooling and looks drugged, Russ is sitting on the ground by his feet leaning on the upright gurney that has been transporting the Galliard all evening. On the other side, Kurt is also seated nearby... they all appear to be watching the performance. (set)
Nathan tries to refuse the job again though, slipping away after slicing a bro up, while Rotti yells after him, “No one walks away from me!”
Scene change!
Back at Shilo and Nathan’s house. Blind Mag shows up, and there’s a little bit of singing argument about letting the woman inside, Shilo being such a rule abiding girl and all. Uh huh. Which is why Mags ends up inside the house moments later, revealing that she had no idea Shilo was alive at all, thought she’d died with Marni, and, surprise! She’s Shilo’s godmother! Just then, an upset Nathan comes home and catches Mags and Shilo talking. Oh no!
They argue, of course, because Nathan had told her the girl was dead, and Mags had promised to be a part of Shilo’s life back when the woman was still alive. Nathan tries to throw her out and it becomes a three way sing-a-thon as Nathan tries to shoo his daughter back to her room, Mags insists she should be there and Shilo shouldn’t be locked up like this, and Shilo demands her dad hide Mags there because she’s going to be repossessed.
Mags is thrown out of the house (off stage, that is) and then it’s all father-daughter singing argument, Shilo insisting Mags is going to die and Nathan saying there’s things that are better left alone. Shilo begs for her father’s help, but Nathan already knew, of course, and snaps at her to shut up! She doesn’t *get it*, she’s only 17.
The lights drop.. Then pop back up as Shilo launches into an impromptu punk themed ‘teenage girl throwing a tantrum’ musical number, even ripping off her gothy dress to reveal a punk grrl get up while she knocks shit around and yell-sings at her father about not being a child any more. Once she stuffs a middle finger in his face though, he slaps the shit out of her, apologizing as the lights dim and the curtain closes briefly.
Once again, kinfolk bring out platters of freshly BBQed extras and choices of sauce! And blood for the vampires because they have plenty of that back there.
Eris is always fashionably late. Her opalescnt Lotus arrives and parks out where guest parking is before the door opens allowing a small haze of blue-gray pungent smoke to escape before Eris herself gets out. She's dressed or watching Repo, that's for sure. A get up of black PVC bodysuit, perfect makeup and her hair as an inky blue-black. She looks around and slinks around so as not to disturb the performance seeking out the drugged member of their pack and the trio surrounding him, moving to snuggle close to Kurt, Russ and then the drooler. Thomas gets a wolfish grin and a -threat- of body contact but she breezes past to find something or someone comfortable to settle against.
Thomas is away from his patient for a moment, on smoke break. He's dressed as a hospital orderly, in a clean white uniform. Nurse Schiffy. He's over by Brohain, the guest of honor, and Morri who's also just coming over. "I am? Always figured doc' was curious one. I would have asked for that, though," he admits, pointing at Hamish's current state. When Morri arrives, his good humor dies away and he starts laughing, eyes in a frown. "Who're you?" he asks again, hissing. "Tell me what you are this time!" He's actually too distracted to 'dance' with Eris.
Lincoln's eyes widen when he sees that there is blood! He picks up a glass for Carys and takes one for himself. He toasts to her with a clink of his glass to her's and takes a few deep sips.
Carys grins as Lincoln gives her the glass of blood. Tipping her glass a bit to him to clink, she drinks to enjoy.
The words from Thomas have Brohain shrugging, "Who is the doc?" Theo curiousity showing briefly as he glances towards Thomas, "And well you're curious enough." When Morri comes over and Brohain hears Thomas's question of the approaching tattooed man in the damned shirt a chuckle leaves him, "See curious." Morri himself just shrugs hearing the words from Hamish, "I'm Morri, We've met a few times." Clearly someone was in on the antics of what happened to his body the night before.
Russ looks over at Eris when she comes to join them and he nods to the raised platform, "He built you a Princess seat."
We rejoin Rotti Largo in his office where he’s dressing up in a tuxedo, presumably for Mag’s last performance tonight. Amber Sweet barges onto the stage, not letting the audience see her face as she cries and complains about being butchered. Rottie argues with his ungrateful daughter, happiness is not a warm scalpel, he tells her, he gave her the life he wished he’d had, but all she does is take and all he does is give. Her responce was that that surgery was ONLY 90 grand, but now she’ll never sing again, she cant be seen like this! Rotti assures her it cant be that bad, and she finally shows her face.
Amber is wearing a hideous mask over part of her face, you can tell it’s fake but it does make her look like she’s had a botched surgery and she’s definitely the picture of ugly now. Rotti’s so taken aback that he stumbles to move away, trying desperately not to throw up while insisting that he’ll um.. he’ll.. he’ll get one of his surgeons to fix her up before the performance and.. uh.. yeah. Amber, easily pleased, skips away.
Alone in his office now, Rotti sings to himself of his master plan. The flesh is weak, but gold is strong, it makes the world go ‘round. His children are definitely weak, they’ll destroy his company, the circling vultures! Wont they be pissed when he leaves them with nothing and leaves GeneCo, his fortune, and everything to Shilo, his late beloved’s kid. While singing that gold makes the world go ‘round, he signs a piece of paper with ‘My Will’ in big enough letters that the audience can see.
The setting is changed back to Shilo and Nathan’s house. Shilo sleeps after her tantrum and Nathan watches over her. While she sleeps, he gets her cell phone message from Rotti. He has the cure! He’ll meet her tonight and everything will be revealed! Nathan is pissed, that asshole thinks he can take Shilo? Pissed off, Nathan slips away into his secret lab, and Shilo sneaks away to try and get to the performance and the cure for her blood disease. As she leaves, Rotti’s assassins try to kill Nathan in his lab! It’s singing AND punching!
Eris will torment poor Nurse Shiffy later, Eris spots her place when Russ points it out and after flashing him and Kurt and out-of-it Hammy, she climbs up the Dias to the lovely little lounge to drape herself in it. Thre's even snacks and party favors, the petite pale eyed new arrival seems pleased by this and so she partakes and tries to focus on the show.
"Hey!" Thomas calls from the divan, apparently offended at the Largo kids being called 'vultures.' He's also offended at Morri, because he hisses, voice low, trying not to laugh, "You're still on with that? You little shit." His eyes go between the pair, and he does explain to Brohain, "Doc? Hamish. Doctor Crane. He's my psychiatrist. But we're playing role reversal, because I have to keep him on a diet."
The response from Thomas has Morri giving a shrug as he moves to settle into a seat near the raised platform holding brohain and the /nurse/. The inked man glancing back to tell Thomas, "On with what? My name /is/ Morri. And we have met in the flesh and everything." The man shrugging as he glances back to the performance. Up on the platform Brohain chuckles watching the exchange before he looks to Thomas, "Oh right right, Tha'.. not surprising, or maybe it is. Fuck its hard to really know out here." The man clearly amused before he shrugs looking back to the stage happy as could be with the gore fest in his and the princess on the raised platform across from him honor.
Off stage, Rotti’s voice broadcasts, “Attention all GeneCo security! Apprehend the Repo Man Nathan Wallace at once! I want him taken out!!” Killing off the last of Rotti’s men, Nathan realizes what’s happening, that Rotti’s trying to murder him, and steal his daughter away, and man oh man does he get pissed! Getting into his Repo Man gear and arming himself to the teeth, Nathan sings about murdering Rotti at the opera tonight where Shilo has gone to meet the man who, unbeknownst to her, murdered her mother out of jealousy.
The stage becomes crowded as the back lighting dims for a scene change, all the main players of the story singing. Every one of them believes they’re getting what they want tonight. Mags will safe Shilo, Shilo will save herself. Rotti sings for his master plan and his two sons sing that they’ll run the company while Nathan plans murder. Amber Sweet sings about her performance later and how it will be better than Mags’ while she scores some Zydrate from Grave Robber for a little last minute surgery to fix her hideous features. Everybody seems to be plotting against each other and half the cast plans to murder each other, and all their plans will collide at the opera! After their little song, they leave the stage, which now has an Opera House decor. “Please welcome to the stage, Amber Sweet!” comes an announcer’s voice, as the woman attempts to sing and dance on the stage with some Sexy Nurse backup. There’s something really *off* about her face though and..
Oh, that’s not her face, it’s someone else’s, and it keeps trying to slide off. That’s what she gets for having so many surgeries, right? She’s awful, so distracted trying to keep her face on that she only gets out one line before knocking things over during a twirl, her borrowed face falling right off of her to leave a bloody mess behind. The audience tends to think she sucks as well, and with goading from some of the cast, get to BOOOOOOOO!-ing at her, and even throw some rotten fruit and veg, quite possibly provided by little old Archie. She runs off stage in humiliation! as the REAL talent, Blind Mags is announced.
"Last night. But not before that. We never met bofore I saw you shooting with that b-blonde woman. And the blood, and that shotgun hole in your face, and all of it. I know what I saw." Thomas is getting more and more frustrated. He asks Brohain, "You know him?" When Blind Mag is announced, though, some of his frustration dissipates. "This is my favorite part!" he announces. Again.
Eris sighs and settles in to watch, aloof on her dias and alone. This makes her lips purse a bit and she wips a cellphone out from her corseted chest and starts typing into it.
Russ gets up when Eris goes to claim her Princess perch and he grabs Hamish's cart to keep him close.. dragging him with him over to Eris' position. He look up at Eris on dias, "I hope you aren't eating all those snacks." He warns as he climbs up there and starts taking away bowls of food and dumping them over the side of the dias.
Morri turns slightly in his seat after throwing a rotten kiwi at the departing Amber to look to Thomas. The inked young man in the sleeveless shirt telling the man sitting with Brohain. "Dude, Does it look like I got a shotgun hole in my face? I mean.." Morri reaches up and pulls at his cheeks before poking his forehead. "No fucking bullet holes man, Whatever that doc you two are going on about has you on? Tell him up the dosage or give you the good shit man." Brohain stiffles a laugh as he hears this and looks to Thomas hearing the question, "Him? Yes, I have met him. Here in fact, Kiyara knows him as well if I'm not mistaken..."
The woman playing Mags really can sing beautifully and it’s actually quite a fine operatic performance from the goth dressed woman in her sweet corset with its crap ton of feathers at bosom and waist. Yes Thomas, you can have it after the play. She sings out to Rotti who stands at the edge of the stage to one side, “Come take these eyes, I’d rather be blind!”
Yes, she knew what was going to happen, she knew he’d be so cruel as to order her death for leaving the company, for leaving him, and she decides to fuck him over by not giving him the satisfaction by killing herself instead. The kinfolk playing Mags wears long claws on either forefinger and it does not appear to be a stage trick of any sort when she stabs and plucks out her own eyes like a total masochist. Which she probably is, and besides which she has off stage brethren with healing abilities, so might as well have some fun with it, right?
Yes Thomas, you can have those after the play, too. She collapses then in apparent death, stage hands running to drag her back stage while an announcer advises the audience to stay calm, it’s aaaaaall part of the show! in that GeneCo announcer’s voice.
Rotti takes the stage then, assuring the audience “It’s alright folks, stay right there folks, you’re not going to want to miss this! As an encore, GeneCo will cure, a very sick and needy young girl. She’s been caged up, like a monster, by her overbearing father!” At the edge of the stage we see the Repo Man approaching who he thinks is Shilo.. before she sneaks up behind him and hits him with a shovel! Ingrate. Of course, she doesn’t know that’s her dad, Rotti has tricked her!
Kurt looks up from his reverie in between watching and tapping on his very dim and silenced cellphone. No need to piss anyone off. The arrival of Eris earning a warm smile from the bearded one. Seeing what she's wearing though, his smile goes rather toothsome and he moves quietly to join the rest of his siblings as Russ carts Hamish over. The man in the straps and mask earns a fond look and he pats Hammy on the cheek. The conversation between Morri and Thomas earns Morri a sharp look for a moment before his attention turns to the two up on the lounge and he moves to loom over it from behind while Russ dumps food. Eris is given a touch to the shoulder, his hand drifting to the back of her neck briefly before he glances up at the play again, his smile turning bemused.
Eris holds up the joint. "Party favors." It does look like she's nibbling but she's really just holding the joint in a cupped hand. "Don't worry I will make sure I pull my weight." She promises as she idly watches the stage her expression wide eyed for a few long moments. She leans into Kurt's touch lightly but is making a grabby gesture towards getting Russ to come be a pillow for her.
"Good. We all need to pull our weight, Hamish is making one hell of an effort for this.." Russ sides eyes the bound Galliard, "The dark humor of him missing his Kin's performance isn't lost on me." Russ grins and settles in when Eris starts pawing at him. He flops into pillows and pulls her closer to watch the show from over her shoulder. "Great show, you missed some of the best parts." He chides them playfully.
Thomas would be totally captivated. Except he's far too paranoid to give into watching the performance that totally, so his head keeps whipping between Blind Mag, Brohain and especially Morri. "Upped doses, yeah. I need to go up doc's dose. But I haven't forgot about you. I know what I fucking saw, and your reflection was shot and the ground was bleeding." He's pointing, but his finger trembles, maybe from anger (Rage?) maybe from shitty motor skills. He slinks from one royal platform to the other, preparing another needle.
Eris says, “I've seen the movie like a million times." She accepts being pulled closer to Russ though her legs do pull up leaving a gap on the end of the Chaise before she glances to Kurt with a smile. Her atteniton then turns to Thomas to watch him climbing up and she wiggles her fingers in greeting before finally deciding to pay attention to the other side of the aisle as it were, Morri and Brohain given a lifted brow. "And I know, he is, poor Hammy. I suspect he'll be making us all pay for this later. Certainly glad I'm not Thom.”
Hearing the words from Thomas to Morri the Irishman just chuckles glancing between the pair before he is calling out to the departing nurse. "Give Hamish my love, Absolute beautiful job with this." The man glancing over towards Hamish in his lecter setup before he turns his focus towards Eris and kurt on that other dias. His focus not resting long upon the pair though to catch that shovel to the head on stage
Taking off his repo hood, Nathan and Shilo see each other, she discovers her father’s terrible career secret and he sees her out in the world! He tries to get her to understand, but Shilo is angry and disowns her father, telling him someone has replaced him, and storms off towards Rotti.
Nathan takes the spotlight then, singing that he’s tried to keep her safe, he tried to do his best with her all alone, but if she’s gone then let the father die, and let the monster arise! Nathan then fights his way across the stage through actors dressed as security, ‘slaughtering’ everyone in his path to get to Rotti and his daughter. As he reaches them, the chorus sings an ominous,
REEEEEEEPO MAAAAAAAAAAAN!
like a funeral chant as Nathan closes in on the devious Rotti Largo on the opera house stage. Luigi though, he whips out a knife and hamstrings Nathan before he can kill Rotti, who must of course sing his gloating lines, that Nathan has exceeded his plans and expectations. Shilo just wants her cure, and Rotti swears he will deliver, calling his sons worthless as well. Rotti tells Shilo and everyone else the lie that Nathan had killed her mother. Nathan swears it was just an accident!
Rotti then accuses Nathan of making Shilo sick on purpose, aiming to humiliate the man further before killing him, to let him live long enough to see his daughter hate him for things he didn’t do. Shilo begins to have a terrible anxiety fit, hyperventilating and collapsing onto the stage as Rotti accuses her father of poisoning her medicine too, and Nathan begs for someone to help her daughter. With a little attention, Shilo comes to and is helped to her feet. Rotti tells her that Nathan stole Marni from him, that if she’d never left him then Shilo would be *his* daughter, and she *should* be! She demands she deny him there on the opera stage for all to see. “Kill him!” and he hands Shilo a gun. “Kill him! ..And I’ll leave you GeneCo!”
Naturally, Luigi and Pavi both yell “WHAT!?” Enter another of those multi person singing arguments. Luigi and Pavi complaining that the company should belong to meeeeee! Rotti insisting to Shilo that she must do what is right, and Shilo astounded and confused with a gun in her shaking hand, raging that they both betrayed her.
Carys winced when the shovel entered. But she continues watching.
Eris's pack is not a pair, they're an experience, all five of them together; Hannible, the Princes, the scarred Puckish redhead and the Beared lawyer and of course, Nurse Schiffy. Eris is keeping na intent eye on the two men across from her, staring as if trying to figure them out now that Thomas isn't in the area. It might lead one to believe she was politely averting her gaze when the nervous nelly was over there.
Who's surprised everyone here paid attention to the violent parts. Oh the sweet delicious tension! He's hardly spell bound, but he's at least affording the kinfolk and actors some due attention. The invitation to settle down onto the chaise with the others is taken and Kurt sweeps around to take a gentle seat, unbuttoning his coat in a smooth and practiced motion. Another glance to the phone and he smirks some before going back into that relaxed posture, either unaware or not reacting to the staring contest between Eris and the other platform.
Russ scoots *enough* for Kurt to join them on the chaise and he fishes out a clove cigarette which he sparks up and holds high to keep the smoke out of their faces as they watch the performance. He seems blissfully unaware of any staring contests... he is still trying to follow the story on stage. "Its a movie?" He wonders of Eris absently.
"Okay," Thomas agrees with a jerky nod. "I'll tell him."
When Nurse Schiffy reaches the Princess Throne he's got the needle, and jabs it into Hamish's neck again, like in the movies, Awakened sedative actually working on the psychiatrist. Or maybe he was given a lobotomy with a silver orbitoclast. Whichever one. Hamish is going to have heart bandaids everywhere. The nurse doesn't finish there, though. He wipes Crane's drool again, and coos at him, like a pigeon. To the Philodox he asks, "Did you curtsey, Kurtsey? To the princess."
Eris nods, "Yes. A movie based off a play, but the movie is a favorite of mine." She says as an aside to Russ who she nestles on and shifts her legs to weigh down Kurt's legs. Thomas's comment makes her laugh quietly. Draped in feline comfort she wiggles her fingers, "But I'm going to say Hamish's kin performing is a close second. I do hope someone's making an attempt to film it for him. otherwise he's going to be terribly disappointed. Oh, did I mention I picked up some Salvia"
Kurt ends up a part of the furniture for the Princess and chuffs at her with a smirk, one arm falls across her legs to keep them there, the other fishing out a Marlboro Red at the sight of a clove. Sucking in that first breath he nods, "The movie is amusing, though I don't think they could do that scene with the eyes quite so well, even with movie magic," he notes with a wry smirk. "There may just have to be an encore performance," he chuckles darkly at the thought, poor Kinfolk.
Russ smirks at Thomas and nods to him as he completes his nursely duties, mostly though the Theurge seems content to lounge with his pack and smoke and take in the show. He has a smarmy grin on his satisfied face, "I'll have to watch the film some time..." He's sure into the stage play and he laughs at various inappropriate parts.
Shilo refuses to slay her father and tries to leave. In a (not so) shocking turn of events, Nathan admits to poisoning Shilo to keep her sick, because he was afraid of losing her too. Damn it! Shilo is so angry! She turns her rage on Rotti, pointing the gun at him, accusing him of using her mother to use her father, of using her father to use her too! Nathan pleads with her not to become a murderer, learn from his mistakes, shape her own life and don’t be used by either of them. Shilo looks like she’s lowering the gun, she’s going to leave, ruin Rotti’s master plan and take her father’s advice-
The lights cut out and there’s a “NO!” before the gun is fired. BANG BANG! The spotlight comes on, centering Shilo as she runs to her father, pleading with him to stay with her as she puts pressure on his (maybe fake?) wounds. Rotti’s children try to go to him but he sends them away. “Get away from me! You’re worthless, you’re disgusting!”
”When I’m gone, GeneCo will crumble. I doubt the world will remember, how lucky they were to have Rotti Largo..” he says as his illness finally takes him, the man collapsing to the stage in death.
Nathan is also dying, he and Shilo making a touching reconnection and apologizing to each other during the man’s final moments. Blood covers the stage, Shilo and Nathan are drenched in it as Nathan dies in her arms, leaving Shilo sobbing on the stage and clinging to him. She sings again about the tragedy of understanding his motives and forgiving him only after he’s died, but she is free at last, standing and walking off the stage while as she sings. The lights dim..
The only light that appears is a burn barrel that’s suddenly lit, with Grave Robber standing there reading a newspaper with Shilo’s face on the cover and a tremendous story about Last Night’s Opera! He looks pleased and he (of course) sings his thoughts.
”Goth opera.. Blood saga.. Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here. Old grudges.. Scorned lovers.. Sometimes I wonder why we all don’t move on. Cause we all wind up in a tiny pine box, a mighty small drop and a mighty dark plot! And the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue.
”But the little girl fled and the king is dead, and the castle is left for the taking.. But GeneCo may survive if it undergoes surgery.. surgery.. surgery..”
He chants this last word with a wicked smile as he hands a vial of Zydrate to a passing hooker.. The lights dim completely and the curtain closes for the last time.
The cast then slips out all together to bow for their audience of freaks and geeks, holding hands and smiling, nursing some injuries and the like.
Kurt notes aside to Thomas as an afterthought, "No, I didn't wear my ballgown this evening, the curtsey would have been lost in the dark." A wink.
When that last number and bit is completed and the lights dim only to have the cast slip out to give their bows Brohain sits up in his lounge chair. The man clapping loudly and with approval for the hillfolk turned thespians and their performance of Repo. The Irishman calling out, "Beautiful job, Loved the fucking blood and realism there."
Kiyara was not asleep! She was resting her eyes, curled up there all sweet and innocent in a chair with a blankie over her, next to Brohain. The clapping startles her away and she HISSES at Brohain and looks like she might beat the shit out of him, but then she realizes where she is and what's going on and manages to flop her hands together a few times, looking around,.
Hamish drools a lot. He'd clap, but he can't move his arms and he's way, waaaaay to doped up to hulk out of it or remember what clapping is anyways. So, he drools. His stomach snarls and rages though, as Hamish makes a slow 'nom nom nom nom...' sound behind his mask.
The hiss from Kiyara has Brohain chuckling as he moves to tug the blanket back over the woman before bringing his arm around her to lean down and whisper something to her before glancing over at the other dias. A thumbs up given to that sedated as fuck form of Hamish as he drools away beneath his bite mask.
"Right?" Thomas agrees with Kurt about an encore. "If I knew he had kin into that--" But once Hamish is nice and seen to by the -nurse-, he puts his hands together, clapping for the stand up performance. "She was an amazing Mag." Really. And he doesn't even know he gets to steal the birdlike dress, later. "I didn't know they'd be able to pull it off without their director." However, when the applause starts to die down, he hears that nomming, and he finds it funny, even if his watery, dark eyes look panicked. "Are you eating your lips again?"
"Just make sure he's not chewing his tongue or something. Maybe we should pull his teeth out.." Eris mutters before finishing the last hit of her joint and leaning up to nuzzle under Russ' jaw before sitting up a bit more to clap and cheer quietly. Those people here who are her kin also clap and toast the actors.
"He better fuckin' not be..." Russ says as he swivels under Eris, "Smack the back of his head." Russ clearly wishes he could cause he sort of flailing that direction. "If we take his teeth out they will just grow back in." After a moment he seems to notice all the applause and he adds his own clapping, "Thomas, I will feed him your gizzards if he eats his lips."
Russ mutters something to Eris and Kurt below the din of clapping.
Kurt nods along and points at Ham's face, "Do make sure he's not managing to chew his tongue off, or his lips, or his cheek...didn't you put a bridle in?" he asks suddenly like duh we should have thought of that. The play is over and he's giving the actors a round of applause for their efforts. Mag in particular, I mean talk about dedication to the craft. Clearly the pack has spoken and Thomas will abide, because Dude. With applause dying down, he puffs on his smoke before pinching it away with thumb and forefinger to exhale skyward. "Well hopefully he'll live for another day or so and then they can do an encore performance," he offers before glancing worriedly at Hamish. Hopefully the drugs are keeping him incapable of actual chewing. A glance for Russ and he reaches around Eris' slim form and presses two fingers into Russ' soft spot gently, "The guts most white people turn their noses up at. Offal."
There's a sudden shouting and knocking about back stage, OH NO! The cast members flee as thunderous foot steps approach and Bubba bursts out from behind the curtains wearing the world's most enormous tuxedo, stopping dead and just *staring* at the audience, the big huge ginormous simpleton blinking his piggy eyes.. Grave Robber jumps up there to appease the rampaging beast. "NO! Stop! Thaaat's it, thaaaat's it! Now, walk, forward." Bubba thump thump thump's forward. "NOW BACKWARD!" Bubba thump thump thump's back.." Grave Robber looks pleased, and yells, "HIT IT!" The band strikes up a jaunty tune and he and Bubba are thrown canes, beginning a little dance routine.
Grave Robber sings: "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits?"
Bubba yells really retardedly, "PUTTIN ON THE RIIIIITZ!"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfoaWHsdTNU)
There's your encore, folks!
"Good, s'what I thought.." Russ mutters to the others seated around him.
Eris laughs and leans up to murmur back to Russ and Kurt and reaches along to trail up the center of his torso and places her hand around his throat. But she's just explaining something, really, not flirting at all. "For humans it's the stomach, asophagus and throat. But for birds it tends to be the part right ehre, where a humans diaphram is, that lets them digest food." She gives a sidelong look to Thomas and smiles before sighing, "Not Bridle, Bit, I swear. I told someone to make sure he had a gag in." She sighs and flops back across Russ dramatically.
Thomas claps for that performance, too. Go, Bubba! It buys him some time at least. A few more moments to keep all of his fingers and both of his arms. "He better not have eaten that h-horse bit!" But he's Nurse Schiff, so he reaches, warily, hands shaking, to undo that muzzle on the doctor to look and make sure the man still has his tongue. And lips. And bit.
Russ catches Eris as she flops back dramatically and he idly strokes her hair as he bobs his head to the encore music and laughs openly at the sight of Bubba. After a beat he looks back to the other two, somehow pulling his attention from the insanity on stage, "It was Thomas' job as Nurse to handle the restraints. Russ is in good spirits until he catches sight of the mask coming off out of the corner of his eye, "Oh.. safeword, safeword!" He shouts pointing at the sight of Thomas removing the mask from the Galliard, hoping to draw the rest of the pack's attention.
Grave Robber and Bubba do an amazing bit of soft shoe up there, Grave Robber sings pretty well though Bubba sounds a lot like a very large dying moose. Until someone throws fire crackers up on the stage and the giant rampages right back off the stage. And then the show is *truly* over, the spotlights killed, a kin kid getting up there and putting out the shielded candles at the edge of the stage.
Hammy didn't have his bit in, but he appears to only have bit himself once. And now he's bit Thomas once, while the bird goes checking. He *wants* to bite that finger off, but he just doesn't have the strength. While Hamish's stomach snarls and says in organ language that it will shit on everything Thomas owns, Hamish's body just sort of holds his finger with his teeth. Very securely. It might hurt a bit, but he doesn't even break skin.
Hamish doesn't even know where that finger's *been*!
Probably in or near an ear at the very least.
Eris cheers for te encore and then stretches out over her packmates stretching so that she can prod the unresponsive Hamish while he tries to gnaw on Thomas. "I have a nice steel ballgag in my trunk if you need it, Thom." She rolls her eyes to look at him.
The Irishman watches the gnawing of Thomas's finger and the pack discussing things related to the doc and the performance before he is giving a clap and cheer for the encore only to shift in his seat sitting up slightly calling out to the other platform as he motions to Thomas and Hamish, "Trying to keep him from doing that? or the mask just cause its manic monday?"
Thomas is, for a moment, convinced he's lost a finger. And when he realizes he hasn't, his first instinct is to slap? punch? the alpha right in the face. But it's Crane and he's still partially terrified of Crane, even on role reversal day, so he does the second thing that comes to mind, even if it isn't the smartest one: he tries to jerk his hand back. Apparently, he finds this amusing because he's laughing, the giggle sounding like a dying baby bird's chirps.
Kurt winds his applause down and then flickers a glance towards Thomas. "Or the titanium bit in my trunk, honestly, you could simply ask, we are prepared," why are they so prepared with unbreakable mouth-chompy-stoppers? Why do you think genius?! He rumbles towards Eris as she re-drapes herself and he captures a shapely calf to let his fingers sink into a bit roughly, leaving bruises under the cat-suit that will heal quickly. Pinching his cigarette again he looks to Hamish and tilts his head, "He's going to hate all of us, but at least he's only going to eat him," he nods towards poor Nurse Thomas. "Please don't give him something to gnaw on, and fetch one of the gags needed?"
Eris sighs and lifts her phone texting and one of the paler kinfolk from below in the crowd heads off towards the direction of that expensive car that's parked out with the others. It'll be a few moments of digging before he finds the prize, a black suitcase. "I've got it just let hamish play with his food for a while, he rarely likes to. it's all clinical with him.." She jokes quietly. The Irishman calling over is retorted to, "Come find out."
Hamish holds that finger! MY FINGER! Grrrrr. He also makes that drooly 'nom nom nom' sound, although muffled for obvious reasons.
Russ gives Eris a little pat and gets up to make sure that Thomas hasn't lost a finger and is indeed going to fetch the steel gag. He crosses over to help free the finger with a swift smack to the back of the Galliard's head to Brohain he responds, "Its a bonding exercise." No it isn't. But whatever. "We're all fasting for three days... its harder for some of us."
"Let go!" Thomas says, and then just...fuck this, he starts to disappear. Byyyyyyeeee! Changing realities will get his finger out of Hamish's mouth, right? Can't bite what's not on the material plane!
Brohain's head dips and raises as he moves the blanket over Kiyara's sleeping form fully as he raises up wandering closer to that other dias after climbing down off of his. The words from Russ have the Irishman giving a small nod as he ahs, "Oh? No food.. no drink. No..fun." The man chuckling before he asks, "Tell me the fasting is at least worth it in the end, right?" The question asked as he nears the pack on the other dias. Morri for the moment remaining seated keeping an eye on things and mostly just enjoying his buzz.
Damn it! CHEATER! Hamish makes some slow, slooooow snaps at the air and in Russ The Smacker's direction, and somewhere in his super foggy brain realizes he's lost his (butter)finger. "Awwww." he whines, pooching out his lower lip and frowning. So much poutyfrown! Sniffle.
The pale kinfolk brings the suitcase up and since Russ is closest offers it to him with a small awkward smile. Most of Eris' kin are terrified of Russ and it shows but also confident in the pale PVC clad woman's ability to protect them. "We'll be so lucky if he doesn't try to get his teeth into all of us at some point."
Russ points a finger in Hamish's face but a safe several feet back as he scolds adoringly, "You will thank me for this when you remember what's going on!" He chuckles and dusts his hands off looking pleased as Thomas fades out of reality into the Umbra. Thanks to certain Gifts, Russ is always able to see into the Umbra with ease and he watches the bird, calling to him over their mental packlink, <<GET THE GAG.>>
In the meantime Russ stays watching Hamish to make sure therei's no funny business, barely answering Brohain, "It will be."
Can Russ hear the Umbra? If he can't, he'll miss Nurse Schiffy's "Yes, sir!" from the other side. When he returns, moon bridging in, it's with the ball gag. And more needles. "Th-the patient's unruly. I need to give him more agressive therapy. Come along, doctor..." he says, and starts to wheel the pack alpha back towards home.
Hamish makes incoherent burbling sounds while he's taken away for 'treatment' at Nurse Schiffy's gentle hands. "Lhskjbfjhbgawebmd..."
Eris sighs watching as Hamish is wheeled away and people leave. She pushes her lips out in a pout and pokes about for another joint and sits up with a languid stretch reaching out to snag the suitcase and shooing the kin off. "Wont be needed." She stands up and sniffs the air before turning to sashay off herself.
Russ looks to the case he set down in his rush to get the Alpha gagged, he picks it back up and examines it casually as he follows after Eris making her exit. "Where are you going?"
Kurt exhales a last drag off his cigarette before dumping it into a nearby bottle and rising to his feet. The unused case earns a perk of brow before he notices Eris simply scampering off and Russ bounding after. A bemused smirk reaches his features and he slowly trails after the lot of them with little fanfare.
