maskormenacelogs | We sing, we dance, we twirl, we prance

WHO: Linda and a Mango
WHERE: Heropa Dinner Theater
WHEN: Backdated to the 12th
WHAT: Linda and Magnus have a grown-up night out
WARNINGS: Singing

It was some kind of universal- or multi-universal, Linda guessed- law that any dinner theater had to be doing a Gilbert and Sullivan show. Tragically, it wasn't the Pirates of Panache (that one she coulda sung along to full blast from the start), but it was still one about honor and loyalty. And, most importantly, singing and dancing. So Magnus would still get the full experience even if it didn't have quite as many fabulously dressed pirates as she was used to.

Being a good hostess, she'd bought the tickets and sent him the information (and hadn't even needed to spread the cost over half a dozen cards this time- she shouldn't reset her debt by skipping realities ages ago!), and was now waiting at their checker cloth covered table in the theater for the man of honor to arrive. Well, her along with the first bottle of wine and some bread sticks she was already dipping into. She wasn't a saint here.

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"Lindaaaaaaaaa!"

Magnus announces his arrival in a sing-song as though he and Linda are the only two people here, earning more than a few dirty looks from the people who are just here to either have a nice evening out with friends or, in more than a few cases, have an incredibly awkward date. Luckily for the two of them, they fit into the former category, and Magnus wastes no time before bouncing over and taking a seat across from her.

"Ooh, bread sticks!" He takes one and breaks it in half, offering Linda a grin. "Thanks for setting this up! Can't say I've seen much theatre, unless you count the kind of stuff I put on myself."

"Oh, Maggie-baaaaaaby!"

Linda sings right back as he barges over to the table, arms thrown dramatically into the air in welcome. All those glaring-poo heads would just have to keep on glaring, because this was only the start. Just because she didn't know the lyrics didn't mean she wouldn't be singing along tonight when the show got started.

"Oooh, You're an actor?! What kinda work did you do- lemme guess. You're the romantic lead?"

Her voice went up with a little mischievous teasing at that last bit. Along with her wine glass as she took a long sip after.

Magnus laughs heartily, slamming one hand on the table. He knew he liked Linda already, but he likes her. This isn't what he'd been expecting, after getting to know Tina so well - he'd expected someone a little quieter, a little milder, maybe a little more awkward. She's none of those things. Even after just a few words, she's a hoot and a half.

"Not quite! I'm more of the fearsome villain type," Magnus says, putting on his best glower. It brightens back up again within seconds as he grabs the wine bottle and helps himself to a glass. He's not really a wine sort of guy - it's been ages since he's indulged - but alcohol's alcohol, right? "I'm a pro wrestler. It's, like, really active acting."

"A wrestler?! That's gotta be exciting- putting those punks in their place with a pow!"

She imitates a punch and, of course, kinda knocks the candle over with her bare fist. Luckily it goes out when it falls over on to the table, so not death involved. But Linda just laughs and keeps on going, like that had been part of the whole plan.

"I'd be....oh, Linda the Ludicrous. Or Luscious. Or just lush, ha! A lot more wine time without Bobby and the younger bunch around."

It's finishing on a sad note, her voice going down as she takes another sip. But she's not in despair about it yet. The rest of them were just running late, so far as she was concerned. Needed to get their butts in gear and show up.

Magnus is quick to rescue the candle anyway, reaching out to clean up the spilled wax before yanking his hand away upon the revelation that hot wax is indeed hot. "I can think of a few better names for you than that! Give yourself some credit. Linda the Legendary! Linda the Lethal! Linda the Liberator!"

He didn't miss that last note to her voice, though. He pats her hand with a small smile and says, "But if you're ever feeling a little more like Linda The Lonely, we're literally next door. You're welcome to come on over anytime. You're part of our super weird family now."

"Aw, you boys."

It isn't just the wine, Linda's just a touchy-feely person. So there's no shame in putting her head on his shoulder, sighing a little.

"It's nice to have adults to talk to. All the kids around here! They need help, but oy. A little break from growing pains is a gift."

"Aw." Magnus, a touchy-feely person by nature, pats Linda's head fondly the moment it's rested on his (admittedly extremely comfortable) shoulder, settling straight into it. Magnus doesn't think much about it, but there are an alarming amount of kids around here. They're almost always pretty mature for their age - all right, extremely mature for their age - but they're kicking around regardless, getting into trouble and becoming wrapped up in some kind of drama.

Also being killed, sometimes? Super not good.

"There are a bunch of them around, huh? They're all good kids, don't get me wrong, but I can't help but feel like they shouldn't be here. I mean, they're probably more responsible than me," he admits with a low, rumbling chuckle, "but still! Irresponsible is what that is. I'd give the Porter a piece of my mind if she wouldn't, like, immediately murder my ass."

We sing, we dance, we twirl, we prance

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