lux, the lady of luminosity (crownguard) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-01 16:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john watson, luxanna crownguard |
Who: Lux and Watson
When: After Wonderland Weekend
Where: Outside of Lux’s theatre
What: Murder-buddies. Showing off the theatre.
Rating: PG!
Status: Complete.
Lux had decided to stay in during the whole Wonderland phase. The second she’d looked outside, she just thanked herself for choosing to build her apartment inside of her workplace. Her commute was nothing, and on weird fucking days like that weekend, she’d just ignored anything outside. It was better that way, probably.
Now that the world had returned to normal, Lux had decided the show must go on. Literally. She was standing at the top of a ladder outside of her theatre, placing letters on the signboard announcing what was happening that week.
Watson hadn’t had much fun with that whole Wonderland thing, either. Of course, when half the hospital had turned into strange flora and fauna, it had been quite a lot harder to do things like, uh, work. And of course, the injuries had just piled in. Luckily nothing too awful. But arrow wounds and odd creature biting wounds were... definitely not usually par for the course.
He was fairly positive he’d been really earning his days off, lately.
Pausing mid-step from the walk he’d been taking, he glanced up at a woman on top of a ladder. And was pleased to actually have recognized her. “Murder buddy!” He greeted.
That was an interesting greeting, one that Lux had certainly never heard before. Bemused, she finished putting a letter onto the board and then looked down. “Oh, hello!” she called down to Watson. “Have you come with a body to hide?”
She took a seat on the top of the ladder, elbow on her knee and chin on her fist. She was showing some great balance up there. “Or have you got plans to hide one in the near future?”
Watson grinned, leaning against the ladder, even while holding it steady at the same time. “No. But I don’t plan my days out very well, so you never know.” He glanced at the building, as if just really noticing it.
“Always good to keep your options open,” she commented, following his glance to the theatre. Her pride and joy, essentially. She’d spent a big part of her life to make it happen. Lux turned back to the man at the bottom of the ladder with a smile. “D’you want a tour? Ever seen a theatre with the lights on?”
“Only right before they turn them off,” John admitted with an acquiescing sort of nod. He backed away from the ladder enough for her to get down and stuck his hands into his pockets. “How’s your -- assistant?”
Lifting up and turning around, Lux grabbed the rest of the letters and climbed down the ladder. She wasn’t quite done, but picked the ladder up and leaned it against the wall to avoid anyone getting 7 years of bad luck, dropping the letters beside it. Turning back to John, she lifted her eyebrows quickly then opened one of the doors, stepping back to let him in. “He’s healing,” she admitted with a smile. “His stand-in has been alright, but I’m really looking forward to having him back. Just not the same without Justin. He’s very talented.”
John followed her, glancing around the lobby of the place with vague interest. She did a magic show, right? At least, he recalled hearing that somewhere. Probably not directly from her, though.
“Well,” he said, “He’ll be back around in no time.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, because that seemed like a good place as any for them to go.
“I should hope so!” she said, letting the door close behind her. “I only asked for a sprain, not a broken leg, Doctor Watson. I would be highly disappointed in the British medical system if you’d gone beyond that.” She grinned at him, moving past and into the lobby. “And certainly no murdering of my assistants, in case you get the inkling in the future. I suppose I should point that out straight off.”
She winked as she turned, being one of those cool people that can wink without looking like they’re trying to be on a pirate reality TV show. Or whatever. Lifting her arms, she showed off her interception and pre-show lounge. “Welcome to Enchantment Theatre. This is where we serve the food and the booze. Clearly everyone’s favourite part of the place,” she added as an aside, laughing a bit.
“You’re really destroying all my best laid plans,” Watson said with a feigned sort of sniff. “And anyway, you’ve got an understudy already, no need to be so greedy.” He looked around the place as she gave him the tour, impressed. It had the feel of one of those older buildings that had been kept up nicely.
“Perhaps you just need to modify them,” she suggested. “I’d much rather do away with the understudy. He’s shorter as well, much easier to find a place for disposal.” They were getting quite morbid about this all, but Lux wasn’t bothered. It was all in jest. At least, she was assuming that it was. Hoping actually, now that she was alone with this man she’d met once in an empty theatre.
Shaking that off (why worry?), Lux continued into the seating area. It was an obviously refurbished, but very old-looking theatre. All of the mouldings looked classic, and though the seats were well-cushioned, they had that older look to them. She walked backwards once they’d entered the theatre area. “And this is where the magic happens! Quite literally.” A grin.
No need to worry, Lux! John Watson was actually a pretty decent sort. What kind of Doctor really wanted to kill people? Well. People that weren’t just annoying, anyway.
“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen a magic show,” Watson admitted with a little smile, even as he trailed a hand over a few of the aisle seats, walking toward the stage. It was kind of cool. He wondered how long she’d been in this building, and how much of the upkeep she’d done herself.
“Never seen a magic show?” Lux turned and gaped at Watson. Now, this was her world, she was very proud of it, and was simply amazed anytime someone admitted that. Perhaps she was too close to it. But that always had her surprised. “You’ll have to come. This weekend, I insist. Tickets on the house. Bring your girlfriend,” she hadn’t seen a ring, and was making assumptions here, but whatever man. His sweaters weren’t nice enough.
John’s eyebrows rose up in into that oddly blank, yet surprised expression that he made often, before he gave a smile (Although he might not have if he knew what she was thinking about his sweaters. They were good jumpers, man). “Oh,” he said, seeming a little shy about it, and scratching the back of his neck. “That’s very nice of you. I’ll be sure to come.” Girlfriend? What? He supposed at this point, there was at least one candidate for that title, but Watson had to admit he hadn’t thought of it a whole lot, what with all his Doctor-ing and the world turning into a veritable Wonderland and all.
Lux beamed at him as she nodded. “Great! It’s the least I can do for your help with Justin the other day,” she gave him a knowing nod, turning as they reached the stage and climbing up the side steps. She walked straight to center, spread her arms out and looked up toward the balcony seating.
“And this!” she began, grinning widely. “Is my favourite part of the place.”
It wasn’t as if his help with Justin had been amazingly altruistic -- it was his job after all. John didn’t feel the need to point that out, though. Instead, he followed her up to the stage and let out a low whistle. “Best view in the house, huh?” Of course the view would be best -- only a select few ever got to see anything from this angle, he imagined.
“I don’t get to see much from here,” she said, motioning to the audience. “The lights are quite bright, and the audience area is dimmed.” She paused, looking a bit like she had stars in her eyes. It was all a bit magical. “But... That’s the moment I love. When it’s me, in front of hundreds of people. Doing what I love.”
She turned her head to look at Watson and smiled widely. “Ever been on stage before?”
“Does now count?” John needed to know, because otherwise he was fairly sure that he’d be forced to say no. Still, she seemed pretty intense about it all, and he was pleased as anyone might be to know that someone enjoyed their profession that greatly.
Lux rolled her eyes at Watson. Honestly. At least she was grinning, though, because she had to admit that his response was what she’d been expecting. “On stage performing, is kind of what I meant. But I’ll assume you haven’t,” she said. “It’s okay. Next time you come by, you’ll have to see me perform. I’ll bring you up on stage.”
“Oh?” said Watson, who was trying to decide if he should be vaguely worried about that offering. “You’re not going to...saw me in half or anything, right?”
“Why...” she wondered aloud, turning fully toward him and putting a hand on her chin. “Do you not want me to?” They were really quite bad at making jokes. Lux especially. She gave him a bit of a sly grin at that, looking at him up and down. “I think you’d fit perfectly in the box.”
Little did he know, she hadn’t sawed someone in half since high school. It wasn’t exactly part of her main performance.
“I might,” said John, trying for that prim-British that his kind were rather known for, but he seemed to always fail at. “But I prefer to be the saw-er as opposed to the saw-ee, in most cases.” All this murder, man.
Lux laughed at that. “Well, I had assumed as much. But I haven’t been sawed in half since my last assistant job. Messy affair. As you can see, I was put back together rather well.” Putting out her arms, she did a little spin. “I’m sure I’d be able to put you back together well enough.
“Shall we?” she asked after a beat, intending to head back to the lobby. There really wasn’t much to the theatre -- it was small, one of those old-fashioned buildings.
John snorted good humouredly, even as he shook his head. Following her out to the lobby, he gave one last look around. “It’s nice,” he said again and meant it. “But I’m sure it’ll look even better during the show.”
“Totally,” she agreed, sounding all the Beverly Hills girl that she was. “Like I said, stop by sometime. Bring a friend. You’ll have a good time, I promise. Better than murder.” Grin.
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” John said, because for some reason talking about casually killing folks was funny to them. “I’ll stop by. Promise.”