Theatrical Muse

232 Is there a situation where it's appropriate to be unkind?

Muse: Joey Winner
Fandom SUCK

Of course there is. Lets face it, every band since the beginning of recorded music has sought to perfect their personal sound and raise the bar for everyone else. That means that sometimes you have to tell someone their bringing down the rest of the band. Telling someone they're not good enough is a pain in the ass but it's got to be done sometimes. It's especially rough when you know that the person was giving it their all and really wanted to be the best at what they attempting to do. Being honest may crush them, but it just has to be done.

This is a rough market and you have to be on top of your game at all times. Hypnotizing the crowd into having fun just doesn't work through CDs or iTunes downloads. I really wish it did, though. Would make my job a hell of a lot easier. Finding new drummers all the time was a pain. We found one (finally) who fit our style and could produce the sound we required but it took a couple years. Back when we were getting started we had to fire and higher drummers just about monthly. Finding Sam was a lucky break and he's worked out great since.

Character: Juliet Burke
Fandom: Lost
Prompt: here
Notes: AU Content: What if Juliet went back instead of Kate?

Character: Ruby
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Here
Notes: Based on gameplay in paradisa & swallow_thelies

Character: Elle Bishop
Fandom: Heroes
Prompt: Here
Notes: Set in an AU world where Elle and Adam live in London and are married.

This was Nathan Wallace, 20 years ago.

He had a Penthouse on the sixteenth floor of the Roosevelt Lofts, in the heart of Los Angeles. He had four bodyguards, in shifts of two, named after letters of the Greek Alphabet (Rho and Kappa, Xi and Psi), a personal assistant and a research one. There was a car and driver waiting for his beck and call, and a prima donna on his arm at every state dinner, charity event and shopping trip he took when he was bored of everything else. At any given day, his face graces at least three magazines. There’s a tailor, and hairdresser, and stylist, and PR agent.

( Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look At nothin', this world's too much I've swallowed all I could If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good Just say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should, these problems are piling all at once Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up I think i'm bottomin' out But i'm not about to give up, I gotta get up... )

Nathan Wallace/Repo Man
Repo!the Genetic Opera
378

( Nothing inappropriate behind the cut. The muse is quite simply a gentleman )

Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
267

No. It's lust at first sight, not love. Lust is easy. You meet someone who is physically appealing to you, and you're both interested in seeing where things go. Sometimes you decide to go for it, and others you just indulge in the fantasy of what could have been. But no matter which way you go, it's just not love. It can't be.

Love isn't easy. I know that's cliche, but whatever it's true. Love takes compromise and dedication. It means you do go to bed angry sometimes because seriously when you have kids you better get sleep when you can. It means that you fuck things up, and you do what you can to fix it when you do. It means that you put the person you love's needs and desires over your own sometimes. Not always, but sometimes, because compromise is important.

Love is ugly and brutal, and it can leave a lot of scars. The scars remain a lot longer than the person who caused them sometimes, but it's just proof they were there. Love is real though. It's what you can count on when you're at your worst, and the person who loves you will tell you you're at your worst, but they love you anyway. Lust, well lust doesn't work out that way. With lust you're at your best and it's brief and intense, but it's not meant to go the distance.

I think you can fall in love with someone that you have lust at first sight for, but it will take time and sacrifice. The bright side is, it may turn out to be worth it.

Harry Osborn
Spider-Man
271 words

*Written in haste:*

( Please allow me to thank you now, in advance of what shall come to pass, for I am not sure that I will be able to thank you when the moment arrives. )

Isabel Giovanni // World of Darkness // 517 words
george_carter used without permission, but with much love and offerings of James May programmes to smooth my transgressions *wink*

Theatrical Muse's sixth birthday brings you the topic for the week of 4 - 10 December 2009:

Rerun: answer any one of the previous topics you might have missed, redo one where your answer has now changed, or use 'rerun' as the prompt.

Please put the current topic as well as the old topic you are answering in the subject header of your post. (For example, if you're doing #6 your subject line should read something like "#312: #6" or "Rerun: What makes you laugh?" or some combination of the two.) And if you're redoing something you already answered, a link to your previous response from the new one would be cool too.

1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number as well as the old topic you are answering in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.

Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #309, 310, 311, 312 by December 10, 2009.

Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina is not frightened by the Friends of Humanity, nor by costumed villains. She is not frightened by shoggoths, or wizards, or creatures that crawl on the dark underside of the world.

Illyana is, like her brother before her, an X-Man. X-Men are brave. She is also a sorcerer, like her famous ancestor before her.

She is not frightened easily, this girl. She is a killer, in her own practical way, and fear is not something that comes to her easily or often.

Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina is an X-Man, and a witch. She is also a girl, not yet in her twenties, and she has never been kissed.

...okay, so there is something that scares her, after all.

Still. She is an odd girl, true, but there is no shortage of courage in her. She does what needs to be done, even if that means lopping the head off someone she respects. So this should be easy, really.

In the end, she can't do it to his face. She's afraid her accent will trip her up, make her lose her English. So instead, she writes. Her handwriting is loose and soft, and she uses red ink on light yellow paper.

The note she leaves for Santo Vaccarro takes seven drafts, and in the end simply reads:

Santo,

Sally told me you think I am pretty.

Thank you very much.

- Illyana


It's all she can think to do. She slips it underneath his door and teleports someplace safe, someplace dark.

She's not THAT brave, after all.

Illyana Rasputina/Magik
X-Men
250 words

I really suppose I ought to be grateful to him.

I wasn't afraid to test my formula on myself before - let me clarify that; there was no actual fear involved. I was merely too cautious, valuing my intellect too much to endanger it in any way. Of course, that was a foolish concern. I should have trusted myself, should have understood that I don't have the limits of ordinary men.

( Fear is power. I knew that already )

Dr. Jonathan Crane
Batman Fandom
270 words

"Who is it?"

"It's Emma, silly. Let me in."

The door to the small house opened, and Emma smiled once she saw the face of her brother, Christian. Impulsively, she leapt into his arms and wrapped herself around the warmth that was there. As he hugged her back, a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Alright, Ems, come inside, and then you can tell me why you're really here."

How could she tell him everything she wanted to? That he was still hidden for his own good because she was concerned about losing the only sibling she had ever loved? That she still had not told Scott that the Phoenix had created life within her? That...

"You're thinking about something," Christian said with a grin as he lounged on the couch, handing Emma some of her tea she'd lent to him. "I can tell. You would always crinkle up your brows a little, like that..."

She stopped what she was doing immediately, but smiled. "You don't know how much I've missed you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me this long to find you. What Father did to you..."

"Wasn't your fault," he finished for her quietly, a hand over hers as he nodded. "Don't tell me you're here to beat yourself up over it some more, because I'm not going to let you."

( I am the one who knows you, I am the one who cares, I am the one who's always been there... )

Muse: Emma Frost
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 474
OOC Note: This prompt reply is based off RP, not comic-canon. Lyrics from "Next to Normal".
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Dear Giles,

Thanks. No, seriously, thank you. I know I always give you a hard time and everything, and hey. I'm not going to stop doing that, either because it's me, but I want to say thanks. I don't think I ever really have thanked you for everything you've done for me, for Dawnie, just...

Look, there was that year where you decided to just boom, up and leave me alone because you thought it was the right thing to do to make me grow up. Oh, and there was the time you tried to have Spike killed while you distracted me. You also sided with everyone when they kicked me out of my own home. I seem to recall a time when you took my powers away from me because it was some dumb Watcher trial for all Slayers.

That all aside (I've forgiven you, honestly)... seriously, you were there for Dawnie when I died. You trained and taught me everything I needed to know after Merrick died. Most importantly, you came right over to my house and held me in your arms after Mom died. It's sort of morbid, I guess, thinking about all that death and how you were there to help pick up the pieces, but you're my Dad. My real Dad. The one I never had because the one I was related to ran off and left me alone.

Anyway, this is getting too mushy even for me, Giles. Let's just leave this little thank you note for what it is, and I'll buy you some ice cream.

Happy Early Christmas.

Love, Buffy

Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 268
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Prompt 309: What have you forgotten?

I was having this conversation with Octohedron where he had called me up and was whining at me to come see him and fix his cold. And Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, was he ever annoying about it. His world was coming to an end because he had a sniffle and couldn't sleep properly because he had to mouth-breathe and then he'd get a sore throat.

( Professor Octohedron, my deeply annoying ally who wants to be my boyfriend )
Muse: Dr. Margaret "Meg" Santoro/Dr. Mystery
Fandom: Original character

Flat dry land rolls along until they are close enough to the ocean to watch it as it passes. Hiro has said nothing as he stares at the blue/grey waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Ando can't get him to say a word. Not that he can blame him - he's just lost the first woman that Ando suspects he really loved. He's seen Hiro get crush after crush on all kinds of Kimiko's silly friends, but this time there's no question just how deeply Hiro fell in love with her.

He can't stand the silence.

"Hiro?"

"Hmm?" He's still looking out the passenger side at the ocean.

"Are you ok?"

Hiro shrugs. With a deep sigh, Ando turns his attention back to the ribbon of highway stretching before them. Concern curls in this stomach like a snake waiting to strike. It seems like forever before there is a small sigh from the passenger's seat.

"Thank you, Ando."

"Huh?"

"For being here. Thank you."

Ando feels the worry uncurl just a little. "You're welcome, Hiro."

Muse: Hiro Nakamura
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 171

Incorporates current New Avengers (Brian Michael Bendis) plots; some dialogue taken directly. All muses used with permission or are NPCs.

You want to know the plan? The plan is this. We go get him.


( Avengers Assemble! )

Any comments here, thank you.
Muse: Carol Danvers
Fandom: Avengers
Word Count: 1146

Thanksgiving 2009

"Great dinner, Mom," Maggie complimented as she stood in the kitchen of her childhood home, scraping bits of food off of the plates into the wastebasket while her mother loaded the dishwasher.

Helen Doyle smiled. "Thanks, sweetie," she replied. "It's nice to have the whole family under one roof again." The small catch in her mother's voice didn't escape Maggie's notice. After almost four years the pain of Mary and Dave's death had lessened, but hadn't faded completely, and there would always be an empty space in the Doyle family where not only they but Emily had been. Emily had called earlier in the day from her other grandparents' home in Schaumburg, but a phone call was a poor substitute for a visit.

A sound from the living room distracted Maggie and she looked over. Jimmy was sitting on the floor with Inga, reading to her from one of the many storybooks that their parents kept around the house for grandkids. Maggie smiled. Despite how guilty she felt for constantly having to ask her parents to look after Inga while she was at work, she realized how lucky she was that her family lived so close and were still a major part of her life.

Helen stiffened a little in surprise when she felt a pair of arms encircle her. "Wha- what's this for?" she asked in surprise.

Maggie only smiled and squeezed her mother a little tighter before letting go. "Just wanted to say 'thank you'."

Muse: Dr. Maggie Doyle
Fandom: ER
Word count: 249

Thank You, dear God, Heavenly Father of us all, for Your endless forgiveness and mercy. I praise You always for offering hope to all us wretched sinners, and for turning me away from a life of wickedness and wrath toward a life of service to my fellow human beings.

Thank You, Jesus our Savior, and Blessed Mother Mary, for your guidance and compassion, and for watching over me.

Thank you, dearest Father, Bishop Manuel Aringarosa. You were the only person since my mother to love and care for me, and it is through your being my mentor that I have been able to make a life within Opus Dei, repenting of my past sins and mortifying my flesh, devoting myself to life as a Christian.

And I thank all those who have caused me sorrow and pain, too. It is my past experiences that have helped build my character. With Christ as my guide, I can now leave behind the past and look to the future. I can now forgive those who have hurt me with an open and loving heart.

Words: 181
Muse; Silas
Fandom: The Da Vinci Code

Thank you, Mommy, for being the only person who truly loved the sad little child I once was. Thank you for taking care of me, for being there to comfort me, and telling me that I was beautiful, and that I would always be your special, special boy. To you I was never the hideous monster that other people saw and had no qualms about telling me that I was. To you, I was your angel, your darling child. I was your world and you were mine.

Thank you, darling Mommy, for the memories of you. They are the only beauty that I have left in my dark, lonely world. It is for your sake, because you were taken away from me so cruelly, that I bring fear and pain to others now. These days, people speak of me as evil, but I know that I was good once, because I came from your goodness.

Words: 155
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th

Ah, it's been a while since I've done one of these.

Prompt 309: What have you forgotten?
( I'd tell you, but then I'd have to remember it. )

Prompt 310: What do you do when you don't understand someone?
( You assume that I care when I don't understand someone. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek (TNG and VOY)