trans_9 | What's Your Fantasy? [Closed]

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What's Your Fantasy? [Closed]

Punchy reads everyone's thoughtful responses to his pressing question on the omnicomm.

And promptly ignores them.

Hooking up the media library and the Sensoriums to make a Broadway production of Wicked isn't difficult. What is difficult is Punchy's insistence on getting dressed up the old-fashioned way. An insistence that doesn't, in fact, translate to any skill whatsoever when it comes to knotting a tie or getting the buttons in the right holes of a suit jacket. It takes him a grand total of nearly two hours to figure out the stupid tie. Thankfully, being a superhero comes with inhuman amounts of patience with one's self.

Having finally gotten all gussied up for his big night, Punchy waits on a bench outside a replica theatre. He's even set the weather just perfect - a starry night with just the slightest occasional breeze (so he may need to, in an ever so manly fashion, lend her his jacket) and a crowd of enthused socialites waiting at the box office, muttering 'peas and carrots' over and over.

He even left the Puppet at home.

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Maxine isn't entirely sure what to expect when she first arrives-- honestly, she hasn't actually checked out the Sensoriums before this point, and she's not entirely sure how they work, or how well they work, though she is trusting Punchy's judgement. He certainly seems to know what he's talking about, and the concept of them is fascinating.

So she's a little taken aback-- at a loss for words, even-- when she enters and sees the absolutely remarkable simulation of a theatre, completely with cool night air (though it's a little chilly), and socialites. She's a little amazed at it all, and she finds herself gaping a bit, looking around her. Sure, she'd been to all kinds of plays and theatres, even if without the socialites, so much-- but to imagine that this was all virtual was something else entirely.

Finally, she spots Punchy waiting-- it takes a brief moment to see him when he's dressed so completely differently from the last time they'd met-- and she flushes, all but gliding over. And then she lets the words come.

"This is amazing, Punchy!" she says, breathless. "This is really all a simulation? You programmed Stacy to show us this? It's all so-- so real! I can't believe that she has the capacity to do something so advanced, when even at home holograms and simulations were still really tangential and not so solid." She looks around them for a moment, before continuing. "Wow. Thank you so much for this, I don't know if I'd have figured it all out on my own-- the exterior is perfect." After only a moment's pause, she says, a little embarrassed, "You look great, you know, but you didn't have to dress up or anything like that! I mean it's not real, so it's not like you have to impress anyone or fit any social expectations or anything silly like that. Besides, I feel kind of bad, I don't really have anything to wear yet, so I just have this plantsuit... I guess I'm kind of under-dressed, huh?"

"You digging it?" Punchy knows he shouldn't be taking such pride in what is basically Stacy's technology, but in his opinion, he did an expert job linking up the red wire to the red outlet and so on, so forth. It may not be his imagination or programming savvy, but he did spend a lot of time trying to make it all perfect. He tries to play it off as cool, but a little bit of glee and relief does leak into his face.

"Oh, ah. I can strip the threads if it's giving you damage. I didn't know if this was a date or not and uh. Figured it was best to play it safe?" He's babbling almost as much as she is. "Shawty, you could come here in a paper bag and I wouldn't think you's underdressed. You look pretty slick."

Maxine just nods enthusiastically at Punchy's question. Oh my god yes she is digging it. It's fantastic and real and amazing!

She tears her eyes off the building again, to focus back on him when he speaks again, and she races to cover up her mistake. "I didn't mean it like that!" She says quickly, "I mean, you look great, after all, and I wouldn't want you to change or anything since you're trying so much, and for me, right?" Then she flushes considerably, letting the 'date' thing sink in. She wasn't entirely sure how to handle that, let alone the compliment. "Thank you though. I mean, I don't mind the plantsuit so much-- it's kind of cool, in a way, once you get past how it's kind of gross and weird, so it's not bad! It's really fascinating, at least. But it doesn't really feel like theatre clothes, right? Especially since you dressed up so nicely for me, whether it's..." she trails off, and flushes. "Well, you know."

Funny, Maxine has said so much and Punchy still doesn't know if they're on a date or not. And he's getting the feeling she doesn't know either.

"I mean, it's the Sensoriums, I could go back to the low-riders and kicks if you're breezier that way." He scratches the back of his head. Oh, ew, hair gel. "Or uh, if you want to up your threads I can teach you how to work the room a little, make some boss get-up for yourself before we go in. You'd probably look pretty fine in a dress."

"No it's okay, you're fine!" Maxine says brightly, then, with enthusiasm, asks, "I can change my own appearance then? I'd prefer to do that, then, since you've put so much effort into this for me, so I can try to step up my own game to match! How does it work? Is there like a voice command or something you can do, so Stacy can handle it, or what?"

"A'ight. I'll have you know I'm expecting some creative swank on you if it's coming outta your brain, Miss Costume Designer," he teases. "Close your eyes and think real hard about it. It gets easier the more you do it. Stacy's all hooked up with your brain to make anything you want, long as you know what you want."

"I'll do my best on short notice," Maxine replies, blushing a bit but smiling all the same. She closes her eyes, and begins to fidget her hands in front of her, biting her lip as she thought-- and then pictured.

The dress is green, and something mostly formal. The top is folded down, much like her costume dress normally would be, leaving her shoulders bare and embellished with a couple of golden buttons, and the skirt is longer and with a few more ruffles than she'd normally wear.

She flutters her eyes open after a moment, looking a little surprised with herself, before she asks, "how's that?"

He closes his eyes too, just because it seems like the right thing to do. When he opens them, the first thing he sees is Maxine's bare shoulder.

Uh.

"Those shivs is the bomb, shawty." He whistles. "That's off the heezy. It's nectar, a'ight?"

Maxine blushes at that, but she looks certainly thrilled at the compliment. "Oh, thank you! I wasn't really sure, since I've never done this before, and I wasn't sure what you would like, either, so I'm glad you like it." Or at least, she gathers that he does from context. She's not actually entirely sure what some of that means. "At least we both look nice now, right?"

"We both look pimpin'."

Punchy offers his arm to link with hers, to walk her in in a sort of m'lady style. Then he remembers something and blinks. The Sensoriums fuzz for a second, and then the hologram socialites are suddenly changed. A little dressed down, not enough to be sloppy, but enough that he and Maxine are now the best-dressed on the block. He grins.

"You ready, shawty?"

Maxine smiles brightly at that, linking her arm with his. It's kind of a nice feeling, to feel like she's the star right now, without the fancy socialites around, if only for a little while and if only to one person. She'll fade soon enough anyway, but she doesn't mind so much.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she says cheerfully, nodding to him.

Punchy's pretty fond of the 'feeling special' emotion too. He leads her in with a big dopey grin, trying to keep his back straight and have good posture.

Being a hologram, they've got absolutely fantastic seats. Punchy's not really used to shows where the audience sits, nor is he all that great at sitting still, but at least he doesn't shove his feet up on top of the rail in front of them. He even waits for Maxine to take her seat first.

Still unsure whether or not this is a capital-D date, he edges his hand over to hold hers as the curtain lifts.

Maxine blushes again, and lets out a quiet, surprised noise, when he reaches over to hold her hand, but she doesn't mind it. She gives me a small smile, and his hand a very gentle squeeze, but doesn't say anything.

She squirms in her seat a little. She's definitely excited, that's for sure.

Since Punchy's adjusted the Sensoriums to go off of a combination of a tape from the Media Library, Maxine's memory and his own idea of what a Broadway show should look like, Maxine may experience some deja vu. And possibly some slight confusion at the amount of strobe lights. ~~Broadway uses tons of strobes, right?~~

Punchy's not really paying attention, though, because she squeezed his hand that's like totally first base or something he's never washing his hand again. Okay, maybe he will. But reluctantly!

Maxine will live with the strobe lights at least. Because she is just really excited about seeing her favourite musical ever again, and getting to share it with Punchy.

She glances to him occasionally, hoping to gauge if he likes it or not. She'll probably lose her attention on the show soon enough anyway.

Punchy is, quite frankly, kind of bored senseless by this show. Why are all the words delivered so slowly? Who needs eight measures to get through a sentence? At first he thought he empathized with Elphaba a little, but now his thoughts have been shellacked in a thick layer of apathy towards the production.

His interest in Maxine, however, has not wavered. He spends about five minutes deciding whether to try and continue holding her hand and contort his body to wrap his other arm around her shoulder, or if he should let go of her hand and use that arm. Eventually, he does.

By then, Maxine is more or less enthralled by the show. To her, it is beautiful and wonderful and just great in every way. She's easily lost in the show, so she does actually notice (at least not right now) that Punchy's bored. Or even his consideration of her.

As a result, she's kind of taken by surprise when he lets go of her hand and puts the arm around her instead. She lets out a surprised noise and the shade of her cheeks start moving a little closer to the colour of her hair. After the initial jump, though, she doesn't move-- because she doesn't actually mind it that much. She smiles shyly up to him, and settles again, before she returns her attention to the show for now.

He does notice that she turns red, and as such doesn't quite move in to start making out with her like he's tempted to. Instead he just keeps his arm around her until intermission.

Trying his best to look enthused, he smiles at her and asks, "so, shawty, you digging this?"

Maxine beams up at him when he asks that, and she nods, pleased. "Yeah!" she says. "It's a lot like it was when I saw it before! These Sensoriums are amazing, it's so realistic, it's great! Thank you so much, Punchy."

"They're pretty fly, gotta say. You shoulda seen my rap battle in here a few days ago." Maxine's grin is infection; Punchy can't help but smile like an idiot when he sees it. "It's going kinda off your memories and kinda off imagination and off the tape, so it's supposed to be a little homey."

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Maxine says completely earnestly, nodding enthusiastically. She really would have liked to see that. "Maybe next time you do it, I'll come cheer you on." She nods, and says, "It really is great, though. Do you like it so far?"

"I'd dig that. I'll drop you a line next time I do it."

Punchy responds with "sure do, shawty. This shit's aces," about a milisecond before the awkward pause turns into a tell-tale silence of "no, I'm actually considering making the sprinklers go off to save me from this agonizing boredom".

"Great!"

Maxine was just starting to get worried before he said that. She relaxes visibly for a second, before she smiles again, and begins to blather all over. "I'm really glad!" she says. "It's one of my favourite things ever, and it's definitely the musical I admire the most, though that's not to say I don't have others I like too. But the music is so beautiful and inspiring, and the story is wonderful! And the costumes, the costumes are so nice. There's just nothing I don't love about it, even the ending..." She stops then, putting a hand over her own mouth quite suddenly, not wanting to spoil it for Punchy! If he's enjoying it, then he must be anticipating!

"Defs. I like the green chick." Secretly he's sort of hoping she and Galinda start a sexy lesbian relationship and start making out. That would make this play interesting. "I kinda like, feel for her, you know? Simpatico. She's an outsider and all."

Part of that is true. Part of that he's totally just making up.

Maxine's megawatt smile breaks through her fingers at what Punchy says, and she nods enthusiastically.

"Right! Elphaba is a wonderful character, and she's really easy to relate to. I mean, she's supposed to be, being the protagonist and all, but she's written so well and you can really feel for her. Especially since being kind of on the outside, and wanting more is something really easy for a lot of people to identify with. Almost everyone has to kind of grapple with that, sometimes, right? But you have to keep fighting and do the right thing, anyway..."

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