Streets of Fandom, Tuesday Really Early Evening

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Maron felt sort of silly, but she’d spent a fair bit of the day scoping out places where she could take her vole out to tea. What did voles like, anyway? It was something to keep in mind.

Finn was totally going to laugh at her but it was for class. It was important!

If she was going to do it, after all, it was best to do it right, so that meant preparation had to be done. Checking her list of places, Maron crossed off another, and started heading for the next. One more and she’d call it a night. Maybe Turtle would have an idea...?

She turned and headed down another street.

[For the madman totally sane rly director, but totally open beforehand!]

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Which was when Geoffrey spotted her.

That's a girl.

Yes? And?

We need a guy.

Crosscasting never hurt anyone.

In this instance, you risk confusing the message of your production and a serious confusion in gender politics!

...like this audience is going to notice.

They might! Sophie will.

Which was why he ended up approaching her.

"Hi!" and that was just a little manic when it came to smiles, "how're you? Ever consider acting?"

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The manic smile was definitely noted.

Maron blinked, but alright, smiles were smiles and it wasn't his fault that his was... a bit unfortunate... and smiled back. "I haven't really?" she said, a bit dubiously. "Hi? Are you okay?"

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"Not particularly," he said with a little grin, "as I'm missing at least one actor for my show tonight. Which was why I was wondering if you'd ever considered acting. Since I think you would be perfect for this role."

You're HERE. That's perfect.

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Blink.

Blink.

Blinkityblink.

"Me?" she asked, casting a look around and clinging to her nice safe list of shops for dear life. "Are you sure? You don't even know me!"

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"Nope!" he agreed cheerfully, "but if you're interested, the part is yours. It's not very long, but it's got a very important impact on the rest of the play and I really think you'll enjoy the experience. There's nothing like being on stage..."

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Now, Maron was actually fairly used to being in front of a group of people and preforming but a play...

Was a little different than a gymnastic routine.

And yet, the man in front of her seemed fairly harmless, and if he really did need someone... Maron was such an easy mark, seriously.

"Alright, I'm in," she said, mentally thinking that Finn would now have even more to laugh about. "What do I have to do?" What was that important but small?

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The play script practically jumped out at her, as if his arm was springloaded.

"You're the king, the good king, the king who dies in the beginning. Memorize your lines and come with me to the theatre. We'll get you all dressed up and put the makeup on."

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She fumbled and caught it and--

"I die?"

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He paused.

Scrunched his eyes.

"Yes," he admitted, "which is important and necessary and it's not a good thing but the bad guys who do it pay for it in the end and the day is saved."

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And she'd still be, you know, dead. Her character anyway. The eye scrunching told her that he probably knew that fact already.

She frowned at the script.

"But justice is served?" Still, she didn't want to die. "And I am a good king, right? Not a silly or incompetent one?"

Yes. It mattered. Maron didn't want to be a drooling idiot, or something. (Next time, maybe ask what role before saying yes.)

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"You are..." and he crouched down a little, as if in a kind of praise, "the rightful king. A good, fair king who falls through no fault of his own. And in the end, your murderer is brought low by those who act in the name of your sons and the kingdom is restored."

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She studied him, the script in her hands, and what he'd said.

"You really love this, don't you?" Maron shrugged one shoulder, tucking her list away. "I can't refuse. I'll be the good king." It reminded her of Jeanne, of the way she'd been bright and good and then killed. "So you'd best lead the way!"

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Light entered his eyes as she agreed and he started back towards the theatre immediately, nodding and chattering and beaming and talking about the other actors and muffins and careful of the one corner of the set because it has beaver damage (don't ask) and all the other things she'd need to know to act on his stage.

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Maron followed (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/4337042.html?thread=177862290#t177862290), sometimes asking a question or two, but mostly just trying to ignore the feeling in her gut that said, wow, this could be a bad idea.

Hopefully the lines were easy!