018 ♬ action; it's gonna be my fault and no one else | locked to freddles

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[There's a fire burning in a little pit thanks to his own personal genius gal, and Lorne's got a drink in hand thanks to his neverending mini bar. What should be a quiet little evening on the roof is in fact one that's tinged with some worry and a little moping on his part. If his horns could, they'd be drooping.]Every time I try to do something

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[She really feels for Lorne. It was likely a curse would hit during his show, but nothing this extensive, or...topical. And two days? Geez. She put a hand on his shoulder.]

Yep. Kinda surprising, that I've missed this sort of thing twice. But I'm glad you did, too. We can at least watch it together.

And if this is anything like the last one, it'll be over by tomorrow. We should still be able to do the last show...?

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[He sighs again, to properly express his distress at how he's totally being targeted by the deities. Jerks.] Don't jinx yourself, you've got a good record so far, sweetness.

I suppose you're right. At least we had a great opener. I'm just not sure everyone will want to play out and watch what they just lived though.

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[The deities ARE jerks, and- yeah, maybe she shouldn't tempt fate. She nods at the advice.]

It's not quite the same...I mean, it is New York out there right now. [wry smile] And there's no performance like ours anywhere in the City, I bet. I think we'll still draw a crowd.

Opening night went really well, didn't it? Everyone loved it. I've helped out with stage stuff before, but I've never been around to see the results.

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[Lorne actually chuckles at Fred's attempt to make him feel better, just because there really wasn't much else to say about it.] I guess that's a selling point. Makes a world of difference, even!

It turned out fantastic, if I do say so myself. I'm glad you had a good time, too, honey buns. You already seem a lot better.