#anyway the image of martyn (the one life series guy canonically aware of watchers) on a stage is STRONG
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Martyn sits on the edge of a stage. Heās poked himself out between the closed curtains, their weight pressing against his shoulders, so that he can reach the outside again and stare out.
The lights in the theater are off. Someoneās here, though.
Martyn nods and then, as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, drinks out of a can of soda. āWeāve still got a few more weeks, right?ā he says cheerfully. āYou donāt gotta sit here waiting. Uh, shoot. What was the thing Tango said? Go home? Itās done? What are you doing here? I think I did that wrong, itās a referenceā¦ā
The things sitting in the back of the theater say nothing. Martyn gestures with his soda can at them. āHey, you try remembering your movie references when you werenāt even the one who made āem! Itās harder than it looks, you know.ā
Many eyes slowly blink across the members of the audience who have never left. Martyn leans back. He lets the curtains dig into his shoulders. Theyāre heavy, is the thing. The curtain, when itās closed between the stage and audience, itās heavy. Heās not meant to be hanging out of it.
Heās not meant to know itās there either. Typically, characters in a stage play donāt know theyāre being Watched.
Some of them do, though.
Sometimes, the audience is even the one who fucks that up for them. Funny, that.
He sips obnoxiously from his can of soda again. āYou know, staring at me wonāt make it happen faster. Iām not even the one who sets, you knowā¦ā He waves his hands around. āI just show up where Iām told! Hang out! Kill people! Die.ā
If heās bitter about thatāand heās not in the business of lying to himself, so sure, heās bitter about thatāhe doesnāt let it show.
āIām not even supposed to be out here. Iām supposed to be backstage,ā he says. āTake what you can get, yeah? If you start talking to the characters, you donāt get to complain when they come out here and taunt you for Watching when there isnāt a bloody life game to Watch.ā
The things in the back of the theater say nothing. Martyn tries to drink from his can of soda again, but itās out. He crushes it between his hands and throws it out into the crowd in a moment of rash defiance. Itās not really fair, thoughāhe doesnāt mind half the audience, really. One of the nice ones might be in the seat thatās slightly sticky now. Bit rude of him.
Of course, he canāt get off the stage to fix it. Thatās not how this works. Just because they felt the need to make it so Martyn could move the curtainsā
He sighs.
āOne of you want to go out to the vending machines and get me another? Thereās nothing backstage, you know. Nothing back there at all.ā
Something moves.
āThanks,ā he mutters. āThanks. Few more weeks to go, right? Few more weeks to go.ā
#martyn inthelittlewood#the watchers#last life smp#double life smp#third life smp#I donāt. actually have a unified life series tag#and this is arguably relevant to all of them#anyway the image of martyn (the one life series guy canonically aware of watchers) on a stage is STRONG#after his last life lore I think he can break the fourth wall a little now. you know. as a treat#things I write when I canāt sleep huh.#a bee fic
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