haunted theatre au psl

[showbaka]

Truly, this challenge could have only been trusted with a future star such as myself! No wonder I got dragged into this. Even this theatre and the ghosts residing in it recognize my talent!

[Is how Tsukasa chooses to make himself feel better about his predicament. Not that he hasn't done his fair share of panicking and would continue to do so, but panicking wouldn't solve this. Yes, this is but a stepping stone in his career!

One he isn't too thrilled about and never could have predicted, but a still a stepping stone. The only thing that would get him out of this mess would be his skills as an actor. But there is the whole issue of getting visitors to stick around long enough to act. The place is creepy. Signs of abandonment are showing as its popularity declined over the years with no one wanting or able to take care of it. Even Tsukasa has to admit it looks different from how he remembers. To make matters worse, his attempts to draw in visitors have been doing the opposite. He can reach people with his voice, he can interact with the props and theatre, but no one has managed to see him. All of his rehearsals end up backfiring with visitors panicking about the theatre being haunted and leaving as fast as possible.

His shoulders fall as he watches a group of people do just that. They whisper to eachother about how the ghosts here are a lot louder than they imagined and...kind of annoying for a ghost? No one sees Tsukasa stagger back at the insult as if injured.]

I'm not a ghost!

[Even if he is transparent, and can't get hurt, he's definitely not a ghost! But his shouting does the opposite and the visitors leave the theatre empty again other than of Tsukasa and the actual ghosts.

The stage lights turn on, flooding the auditorium and stage in a dazzling light. In that moment, Tsukasa can almost see the same sparkle it had when he and Saki visited. There's laughter as some of the residents of the theatre emerge to perform one of their favorite shows. Scrambling off the stage, Tsukasa meanders and starts tidying up where he can--dusting the shelves, rearranging items, bringing belongings to the lost and found that no one ever visits. He still tries to avoid the ghosts when possible. They're the reason he's in this mess.]

A welcoming and neat appearance will attract more of an audience!

[And no one in their right mind would visit a haunted theatre at this hour!]

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[depressured]

[ At least there's that. Mafuyu carefully pushes herself to her feet and slips down the aisle, taking the stairs up to the stage where the piano sits and resting a thoughtful finger against a key. When she presses down, there's a clear note. ]

It's well-tuned.

[ She says it a little distantly, something darkening a little in her expression, as though she's recalling something painful. ]

[showbaka]

[The pain in her expression, the melancholy tune from before. Tsukasa has no idea if they're connected, but it must be important to her. She's handled all of this with more of a level head than Tsukasa ever could. He hasn't seen that expression before.]

Do you play, Asahina-san?

[He knows the answer to that, but this seems more polite.]

[depressured]

[ After a moment, Mafuyu blinks, remembering--right.

She's not acting like "herself."

Still, even as she smiles, her voice has gotten quieter. ]

I had lessons when I was much younger, though nothing so formal since then. I've played a synthesizer more than an actual piano, these days.

[ Though that... was also thrown out. ]

[showbaka]

That’s what my sister plays.

[He beams with pride mentioning Saki. But this isn’t the time to boast about how hard she’s worked. He doesn’t know the thoughts behind her shift in mood, but he wants to try to help.]

You’re already helping me so much that I don’t want to burden you with more. Admittedly, I don’t know what kind of show I plan to perform yet…going over the music together and practicing would help me a lot. It would also be nice to discuss it with someone who isn’t a ghost.

[depressured]

If you think I'll be able to help.

[ She's used to giving responses like that. At the very least, while Mafuyu doesn't have show experience like Tsukasa does, she knows music. She can listen.

Since right now, she's the only one who can see him, she's probably stuck with this problem until they can get him out of it. ]

Then, I'll be happy to lend a hand. Let's try to figure out what you'd like to perform first, and then we can figure out the music to fit, as well as the rest.

[showbaka]

That would be a great help! You have my gratitude!

[Things would be a lot more bleak if Mafuyu hadn’t taken the time to look into things and was able to see him. He definitely needs to thank her when this is over.]

As for what I’d like to perform— [He winces.] I’m not sure. Do you have any ideas?

[depressured]

I'm not very well-versed in shows. [ Unless it was something she'd had to learn as a good student. ]

But if you're the only performer, I imagine that should narrow it down quite a bit.

[showbaka]

Right. I’m the only performer…

[He misses performing with his friends. Misses his family and classmates.]

I was thinking something that could get the feelings and wishes of all the people who have performed here. Maybe we could incorporate the piano somehow.

[depressured]

...

[ There's a moment of thoughtful silence.

Mafuyu was far more solitary than someone like him could have ever been, she's sure of it. With his energy level and friendliness, it's hard to imagine Tsukasa ever being alone until now. But even now, she knows, she'd balked at the idea of being separated from the other members of the circle. The only people who knew her true self and still cared about her.

Maybe she can understand how he feels, at least a little. And she was helping him, anyway. So... ]

You're fond of this theater, Tenma-san. So you might be able to remember shows that have been performed here before. What if we could compile some sort of medley? Pull from a history of performances, relevant songs or monologues, or both. It shouldn't be too difficult to compose something that samples the music from those shows.

[showbaka]

[Oh no. He's brought the mood down, hasn't he? That won't do at all, not when Mafuyu is going out of her way and she already has her own obligations to worry about.

He doesn't have to force a smile. Her suggestion genuinely lights up his eyes.]

That's a fantastic idea! Yes, I have followed the shows that have been performed here and am familiar with them, even if I haven't seen them here. I'm sure we can compile something guaranteed to move the living and the deceased.

[Especially if they include his idol's work!]

[depressured]

[ Good. Then they have a game plan. ]

Then let's figure out... maybe five to seven productions to pull from. We can find the sheet music and get to work composing a medley.

[ Not exactly how she thought she'd put her experience to use, but. They'll do what they need to with what they have at their disposal. ]

[showbaka]

If we work together, our show is promised to be a success!

[He almost looks smug about it.]

I think I remember seeing some sheet music in storage. Maybe there’s enough there to work with.

[depressured]

Would you like me to go with you or wait by the piano?

[ What draws less attention to her... ]

[showbaka]

I shouldn’t be too long…but do you feel comfortable waiting? What about the ghosts? And I saw a cobweb here once!

[depressured]

I'm not really bothered by ghosts. And I can probably dust in the meantime.

[ She's not afraid of bugs, unlike One of Them. ]

[showbaka]

[He goes more transparent at the thought.]

Be careful! I shall not be gone long!!

[Voice echoing in the auditorium, he makes his retreat from any creepy crawlies. He’ll be gone for a few minutes. The theatre seems to creak in response, temperature dropping to a chill. Voices that aren’t nearly as loud whisper in the corridors and balconies.]

[depressured]

Mm. [ Quieter, to herself. ]

It isn't that bad.

[ She's just going to grab a broom to clear up the corners and any cobwebs, because she might as well be productive while she waits. ]

[showbaka]

Asahina-san.

[Tsukasa whispers from stage left. He has a stack of papers in his arms, but he's holding on in particular closer to his chest.]

Please be careful. I think I saw an insect crawling offstage.

[depressured]

... Tenma-san...

[ ... ]

By any chance, are you not very good with insects?

[showbaka]

W— What do you mean?

[He’s fine he’s not twitching or grimacing over it.]

I’m good with everything!

[depressured]

It's fine if you're not. We all have something similar, I'm sure.

[ Well. It's not bugs, though. ]

[showbaka]

Do you have something like that, Asahina-san?

[depressured]

[ Being alone.

She doesn't say that. ]

... Thunder, I suppose?

[ Hm. ]

Though I have to admit, it's not much of a problem these days.

[showbaka]

I can sympathize! The way thunder crashes loudly out of nowhere can be very jarring, especially when the skies are clear or you aren't expecting it!

[...He hopes he hasn't said something to make the fear come back.]

But it's good that it no longer scares you. Getting over a phobia is something to be proud of.

[depressured]

I wasn't alone. [ Simply that. ]

I'm not sure if you could say the same for insects and arachnids, but at the very least, I can contend with them for you while I'm here.