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dramadramaduck2011-11-20 10:00 pm
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[grab bag: what if? virus]
[The setting is a dingy bar and lounge, where glass bottles and dirty napkins litter the floor and the air is filled with cigarette smoke. It's clearly a bar on Mag's home world -- the fashions and hairstyles of all the patrons are wildly colorful and eccentric, and everyone seems to have more than a few scars.
On a small, badly-lit stage is Mag, swaying unsteadily in front of a microphone. It's clearly her, but there's certain features about her that are off -- her eyes a bit brighter, her lips a bit fuller, her body's proportions not what they should be. It's easy to tell why -- criss-crossing across her exposed skin are surgical scars, some fresh and some aged.
When she sings, her voice sounds off as well -- it's the voice of someone who never had any real vocal training and has had to teach themselves everything. She sings a melancholy song to the patrons, who mostly ignore her.]
Is that all there is...?
Is that all there is...?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is...
[A few people applaud and she steps off, walking unsteadily away from the stage and towards the back room, where a strange-looking man is waiting. She slips him some folded money while he shuts the door. In his hand is a glowing blue vial that he inserts into a surgical gun that he presses to Mag's neck; he pulls the trigger and Mag's eyes slip closed for a moment.]
((The virus is What If? -- what if Mag had never met Marni and gone to work for GeneCo. She would have still been a singer, but would not have had to leave her world. And, like everyone else there, she would have quickly gotten addicted to surgeries and to zydrate (an incredibly addictive type of painkiller). Replies may come from Mag-under-the-influence.))
On a small, badly-lit stage is Mag, swaying unsteadily in front of a microphone. It's clearly her, but there's certain features about her that are off -- her eyes a bit brighter, her lips a bit fuller, her body's proportions not what they should be. It's easy to tell why -- criss-crossing across her exposed skin are surgical scars, some fresh and some aged.
When she sings, her voice sounds off as well -- it's the voice of someone who never had any real vocal training and has had to teach themselves everything. She sings a melancholy song to the patrons, who mostly ignore her.]
Is that all there is...?
Is that all there is...?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is...
[A few people applaud and she steps off, walking unsteadily away from the stage and towards the back room, where a strange-looking man is waiting. She slips him some folded money while he shuts the door. In his hand is a glowing blue vial that he inserts into a surgical gun that he presses to Mag's neck; he pulls the trigger and Mag's eyes slip closed for a moment.]
((The virus is What If? -- what if Mag had never met Marni and gone to work for GeneCo. She would have still been a singer, but would not have had to leave her world. And, like everyone else there, she would have quickly gotten addicted to surgeries and to zydrate (an incredibly addictive type of painkiller). Replies may come from Mag-under-the-influence.))
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