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 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..."

She does have the cutest smile. It's got like, some sort of telekinetic power that tugs at the corners of Punchy's own mouth. Pretty darn irresistible.

"I get the wanting more thing, fo shizzy. I guess I just ain't sold yet on the Emerald City. Without that wizard mofo being evil, it seems like it'd be sort of boring there."

"Well, I don't know. I mean, to each their own, right? But it's more the principle and the symbol of it, anyway. Like, it's what she wants to aspire to and that's what's important in the context. I think it'd be pretty exciting anyway. Exploring a city and seeing all the amazing sights and people would be fun, I think. Either way, though, it's more about what it means."

Punchy nods. He still thinks the whole thing is silly, but he's not about to tell Maxine that. "Word to that. It's good to have goals. Keeps you trucking."

The curtain starts to rise again as intermission ends. Punchy does not remove his arm from around Maxine's shoulders.

"Right!" Maxine agrees, with an emphatic nod. "Without something to work toward, sometimes you can feel kind of... lost--"

She might have said more, but the curtain rises again, and she quite abruptly closes her mouth as her attention is called back to the stage, with bright eyes. She shifts forward slightly, but not away from Punchy's arm.

If Punchy was bored by the first half of the play, the second half puts him into a coma. He's fighting off the urge to fall asleep when Elphaba does her disappearing act, and then, oh God, there's still a reprise.

But he's pretty sure Maxine will probably never talk to him again if he falls asleep (especially if he drools on her), so when the curtain goes down again he pretends his grin is not from relief but from genuine exhilaration.

Somehow, Maxine's smile, from the general feeling she got from the show she loved, magnifies when she sees Punchy's grin. She lets herself sit in the feeling for a moment, before she turns that smile on him.

"Isn't it great?" Maxine asked simply. But she was bursting at the seams with enthusiasm to talk about it.

"Completely dope," Punchy agrees, channeling his usual enthusiasm for subwoofers and bling into pretend enthusiasm for Maxine's sake. "Bangin'."

He cracks his neck and gets up out of the chair, holding a hand out to help Maxine up. "So uh, does this sorta shizz got an afterparty and all?"

Maxine is truly delighted that he's sharing her enthusiasm for this. "I'm so glad," she says. "I love it so much. Most of my friends back home didn't really know much about theatre, though I talked to them about it a lot. I guess they were into other things, mostly, but that's okay!"

She takes the hand gratefully, lifting herself up carefully. She lets out a thoughtful, but pleased, hum. "Well, not necessarily. It kind of depends, most of the time. We could make our own after party though, right? I mean, we can do whatever we want, here."

"Well, I don't know jack about theatre, but you're free to chat me up about it anytime, you know. I could learn." Reluctantly.

"Want to head over to some joint I'd be flossing? So you get a taste of my side?"

"Alright!" Maxine says, with a confident nod. "I'll definitely tell you anything you want to know. I'd love to teach you everything!" ~~Punchy will learn to love it.~~

Excitedly, she nods again. "Oh, I'd love that, Punchy! So then we'll both have shared a little."

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My spellcheck does not recognize 'bling'. /SOB

blasphemy :c

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