#anyway the image of martyn (the one life series guy canonically aware of watchers) on a stage is STRONG
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theminecraftbee Ā· 2 years ago
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Martyn sits on the edge of a stage. Heā€™s 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. Someoneā€™s here, though.
Martyn nods and then, as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, drinks out of a can of soda. ā€œWeā€™ve still got a few more weeks, right?ā€ he says cheerfully. ā€œYou donā€™t gotta sit here waiting. Uh, shoot. What was the thing Tango said? Go home? Itā€™s done? What are you doing here? I think I did that wrong, itā€™s a referenceā€¦ā€
The things sitting in the back of the theater say nothing. Martyn gestures with his soda can at them. ā€œHey, you try remembering your movie references when you werenā€™t even the one who made ā€˜em! Itā€™s 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. Theyā€™re heavy, is the thing. The curtain, when itā€™s closed between the stage and audience, itā€™s heavy. Heā€™s not meant to be hanging out of it.
Heā€™s not meant to know itā€™s there either. Typically, characters in a stage play donā€™t know theyā€™re 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. ā€œYou know, staring at me wonā€™t make it happen faster. Iā€™m not even the one who sets, you knowā€¦ā€ He waves his hands around. ā€œI just show up where Iā€™m told! Hang out! Kill people! Die.ā€
If heā€™s bitter about thatā€”and heā€™s not in the business of lying to himself, so sure, heā€™s bitter about thatā€”he doesnā€™t let it show.
ā€œIā€™m not even supposed to be out here. Iā€™m supposed to be backstage,ā€ he says. ā€œTake what you can get, yeah? If you start talking to the characters, you donā€™t get to complain when they come out here and taunt you for Watching when there isnā€™t 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 itā€™s out. He crushes it between his hands and throws it out into the crowd in a moment of rash defiance. Itā€™s not really fair, thoughā€”he doesnā€™t mind half the audience, really. One of the nice ones might be in the seat thatā€™s slightly sticky now. Bit rude of him.
Of course, he canā€™t get off the stage to fix it. Thatā€™s not how this works. Just because they felt the need to make it so Martyn could move the curtainsā€”
He sighs.
ā€œOne of you want to go out to the vending machines and get me another? Thereā€™s nothing backstage, you know. Nothing back there at all.ā€
Something moves.
ā€œThanks,ā€ he mutters. ā€œThanks. Few more weeks to go, right? Few more weeks to go.ā€
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