CHAPTER FINALE ♔ darling can't you see it's now or never

[romanticidal]

♬ Astronaut (A Short History of Nearly Nothing) - Amanda Palmer ft. Zoe Keating

WHO || Rafael Giovanni, Eterna Jade, Burt Becksworth, Isabella Alessandro, Finnick Odair, Myrilandel de Tanos, Buffy Summers, Spike, Elena Gilbert, Dawn Summers, Desmond Descant, Jeanne Gar, Kat Samcelot, Mark Sandazhard, Violet Fiore, Sterling Archer
WHAT || CHAPTER ONE FINALE: Rafael Giovanni & Finnick's televised international concert debut
WHERE || A music hall in Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 3rd, 2013 [ forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

The hour is finally upon our heroes, to learn whether their crazy plan to invest in making Finnick and Rafael international superstars under Burt Becksworth's management will pay off, and keep control of NOVA Records out of the hands of Chad Becksworth and his sinister compatriots. Now, as the Knights finish taking their seats in the balconies directly overlooking the stage, the concert goes live, broadcasting around the world, to where even other members of the Knighthood in London can gather to watch.

The camera pans across the endless sea of gathered, curious fans, who shake their arms wildly for their two seconds of fame, and then zooms in on a blonde figure on one corner of the stage, where she stands ready with a microphone: Buffy Summers.

[ the action of this post will be continually propelled by the interspersed musical numbers performed by finnick and rafael. each musical number will be up for a short amount of ooc time, in which players are free to create mini-thread responses directly to that song comment. these can be for internal reflection, to make commentary to the neighbors seated in their rows, for backstage convos for those involved in the program, or for 'host' commentary between some songs by archer and kat. threads that result from these responses should be kept short and sweet, as each song is only 3 to 5 minutes long, which doesn't leave a lot of time for in depth conversations. ideally, by the time the next 'number' is posted (as a direct response to the last musical number comment), your response threads from the previous number should be considered over and done with, and you can continue anything going on in them as a new mini-thread under the most recently posted song. in order to keep track of when things are rolling on to the next song, I highly encourage everyone to please track this entire post. ]

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

Oh, let's be honest, Burt. That's probably not the most offensive thing you've ever heard.

[starfucker]

[ well. no. no, it's really not. ]

Ok, I can make out some of what you're-- No, say it again. Yes. Don't you fucking-- [ there's a beat, as all the color drains from his face as he finally gets what they're trying to tell him. ]

Waitafucking....

KNOCKED UP?

[ ok, that might be the most offensive thing he's ever heard, judging by his horrified expression as he stares off into space and lets that register, while sexy alien girls re-emerge to dance around finnick as he's lowered into the stage.

8) ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks at Jade and then back up at Burt.] Please tell me it's Taylor Swift.

[slay]

[ and buffy walks up with excellent timing and stops dead. ]

... I must have the wrong balcony. See, the one I'm looking for isn't doing its best impression of a bad MTV reality show.

[starfucker]

[ burt mutters a few things into the phone as the applause begins dying down and the stage starts to slowly transition to rafael's set, and then slaps it closed. he rubs the bridge of his nose and stares off ahead still, mumbling: ] It's not Taylor Fucking Swift.

[slay]

Iiiiis it Finnick?

[ because now they're just going to play guessing games and buffy endeavors to be endearing and obnoxious all at once. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Well, I know it's no one in this balcony.

[starfucker]

[ with zero tolerance for buffy's cutesy bs, and almost lacking in his usual annoyingly confident composure, he rattles off: ] It's nobody. It's nothing. It's mind your own damn business. [ and he very grumpily slumps against the wall, looking out at the stage. ]

[slay]

[ ... wow this is awkward. especially since burt's never looked so serious. ever. and telling them to mind their own business makes it pretty evident that this isn't company or client business; it's personal. buffy assesses him for a moment. ]

Fine. Forget it.

[ she shakes her head, moving to find her seat. ]

[witchwoman]

[Guess who is sympathetic to even giant douches like Burt? Myri, that's who. And as she catches bits and pieces of the conversation darting around her, her brow furrows with concern. Because as offensive as Burt is, he's not a terrible person and he seems upset by this news- whatever it is.

As Buffy walks away, Myri stands from her seat and comes around to the bakc of the balcony where Burt is slumped. They haven't talked much at all. All he knows about her is her groupie persona, but she's not overly concerned with her cover right now. She touches his shoulder lightly.]

Is everything alright? [Being quiet with a roaring crowd nearby is just impossible, but there's something private in the way Myri speaks and holds herself.]

[starfucker]

[ as a giant faux skyscraper roof rises up on stage and dramatic music prepares to herald rafael's half of the concert, burt doesn't even flinch under myri's touch, but he does say, in a tone of complete and entire shock, as if he can't even register whether it's a good idea to tell some random tramp of finnick's or not: ]




I'm gonna be a fucking father.

[witchwoman]

[Myri had an inkling that this might be the case, but she didn't want to throw around assumptions because that had seemed to push Burt to anger like everything pushes him to anger. Her hand doesn't pull away from his shoulder. She just nods slowly, because he clearly wasn't expecting the news and he wasn't expecting it now of all times.

As witchwoman, she acted as a midwife more times than she could count, and even more as an assistant to her mentor when she was a child. She knows a great deal about pregnancy but all those facts seem useless now.]

Do you want to get some air? [There's an implied off to go with him, to talk. Whoops, welcome to actual!Myri and not groupie!Myri.]