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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.
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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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".
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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!
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alinda 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.
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"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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"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."
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The curtain starts to rise again as intermission ends. Punchy does not remove his arm from around Maxine's shoulders.
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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.
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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.
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"Isn't it great?" Maxine asked simply. But she was bursting at the seams with enthusiasm to talk about it.
My spellcheck does not recognize 'bling'. /SOB
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?"
blasphemy :c
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."
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"Want to head over to some joint I'd be flossing? So you get a taste of my side?"
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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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not like that's the only thing Punchy wants to learn from those lips."So, ah. I we were to get some din or something in the future and all...would that be a second date?"
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"Well, I guess if we were to do dinner or something, after doing a really nice and fancy show like this-- and it really was great, thank you Punchy, I think that was just what I needed-- then it would kind of be crossing into 'date' material. Only I've nearly really done one of those before, so I'm not really sure how to handle it or anything, or what you're supposed to do, so maybe you'd be better at saying than I would. But I guess-- um, I guess if you wanted it to be like that, then that'd be okay! I might like that, anyway, I had fun with this."
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"We can do some nice chow or something, I mean, we wouldn't even have to switch duds up, we're already all flossed up to go style..." he's babbling almost as much as she does. "Uh. Right. Whatcha like to eat?"
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"Okay! Yeah, we're already ready to go, huh?" She laughs, then says, "I'm not picky though. I mean, we can do anything we want to in here, right? But I don't know, I don't mind anything. I guess I kind of like home-y meals, though, I always loved when my grandmother cooked for me; but that's not really 'fancy,' either, so... hm. Well, those really fancy restaurants that people always go to in the movies, those are always so nice. I've never actually been to one. How about something like that?"
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Roses on the table. Candlelight. Fine wine. Some guy playing some classical bullshit on a violin across the room.
He holds his arm out for her. "This what you got in mind?"
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"It looks perfect," she says, and she reaches out to take that arm. "Thank you. It really is just like in the movies."
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