Final Dracula Performance + Party - OPEN, actually

[insourarmor]

WHO: Tutucast, a vampire cop, OPEN
WHERE: Auditorium of the City Academy of Arts
WHEN: Sunday evening, 6pm on
WARNINGS: Oh God. Um? Vampires? Not much, I suppose. Boggarts? I have no idea. It's open, so SURPRISES.
SUMMARY: The little party for cast/parents/patrons following the academy's production of Dracula: The Musical. Punch, costumes,

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AT THE PARTAY, open!

[pas_de_ducks]

Without the assistance of wings or the power of Princess Tutu, Duck felt like she was flying. It had been an excellent performance--she'd thrown herself completely into the role, putting all her energy into making her lines and her one small song clear and full of emotion

[insourarmor]

Fakir had escaped the backstage area as quickly as he could, eager to slip out of his costume and into some normal clothes. In an untucked white shirt and grey slacks, he would attend the party as a tired performer. Everyone else could dress up if they liked.

Still, tired as he was, he felt... excited. He hadn't performed in months, and to have finished a production - especially one so well funded and attended - was exhilarating. Not that anyone who didn't know him well could tell. The slight smile and spring to his step as he wandered the party was a good tip, though.

He paused when he noticed Duck rushing around as she was wont to do, and raised a hand to wave her down. "Hey. Over here."

[pas_de_ducks]

"Hey, Fakir!" Her grin was huge, shining through her stage makeup. "You did great tonight! And I got you something, too."

[insourarmor]

"You did well, too," Fakir said, his smile broadening somewhat. "I'm sure next time you won't have to play a maniac. ...What's this about getting me something?"

[pas_de_ducks]

She giggled. "Aw, it was a fun part! But. Um."

Her grin gentled, and she offered out the yellow rose.

"Here."

[insourarmor]

Fakir quirked an eyebrow and accepted it, offering her a puzzled look. "For friendship, right?" he asked. Yellow roses were tricky, and he figured it best to ask before assuming anything.

[pas_de_ducks]

"Of course. At least, that's what the lady in the flower shop told me."

Duck fidgeted a moment before adding, much more quietly, "There weren't really any other flowers you could give to a big brother."

[insourarmor]

Fakir was quite visibly relieved by this, his shoulders relaxing and the quizzical look fleeing his face. "It has a lot of meanings, but that's the one I expected," he explained lamely. "That's what you think of me, huh? I'm not that much older than you."

[pas_de_ducks]

"You act way older." The words were accompanied by an affectionate poke in the ribs.

[insourarmor]

"More like you don't act your age," Fakir countered as he flinched away from the prodding. He fiddled with the rose's stem for lack of anything else to do with the thing. "You really liked playing a madwoman, huh?"

[pas_de_ducks]

"I liked playing Renfield," she replied, her tone turning thoughtful. "I've been reading the book--in between doing my other homework and working on the play--but it seems like Renfield was really alone. Like he thought Dracula was his only friend."

[insourarmor]

"Most people in lunatic asylums are alone," Fakir said, grimacing. Then, his expression turned thoughtful. "You don't feel that way, do you?"

[pas_de_ducks]

Duck blinked--and then she reached over with her free hand to curl her fingers around Fakir's.

"How could I? You're here, and Mytho, and Rue--and all the friends you've made that you've introduced me to, and the people at the school... I haven't felt alone since before I came here."

[insourarmor]

Fakir's hand tensed, but he didn't pull away. "Neither have I, I suppose. Most of the time."

[pas_de_ducks]

"And... you know I'm here for you, right, if you ever do feel alone?"

[insourarmor]

Fakir snorted. "You've proven that," he said, his smile not fading. "Hopefully you won't have to do that again."