( The Supporting Role. ) - Blog Posts

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Nate always surprised her with his sincerity, though she finds herself more surprised when people were genuinely in her corner and on her side. It wasn’t a reflection on anyone else, really, but just one of the myriad of trust issues she harbored over the years. She smiles, small at first, yet it grew into a wide grin as he continued. “Thank you, thank you. Billy’s got some issues writing women but hey, that monologue got me here, ya know? Kind of ending this semester where I started.” She laughs at the picture he painted, only it faltered just a bit as she was reminded of Orson’s death. “And you’ll be the best damn witch I’ve seen. Double double toil and trouble should be the matching tattoos we eventually get.” She grins, lips pursing together slightly as she realized where they were. “With how often men test my patience, it’s true.” She grins. She wouldn’t dwell on it either.

“Fuck yeah! I should throw a costume party, because what do we have to look forward to? St. Patty’s Day? How boring, I don’t need green beer.” She grins at the thought of all the shenanigans she could get herself into, determined to end this semester with a bang now more than ever. “Oh, well, you know.” She shrugs, slightly shy but smiles nevertheless. “I go for these big roles at the community theater, I know I can do it. And you know, with Heidi here, I figured why not give it a real shot. Ya know? Like I know I’ll have competition, and that’s okay. I don’t need to get it, but I wanna know I at least tried for the role that got me to love Shakespeare in the first place.” She sighed, turning only slightly solemn. “Sounds dumb, but like you said. It’s our last show.” It was increasingly clear that Mads’ remorse for Orson’s death was simply nonexistent, and while she didn’t kill him herself, she might as well have with how she was talking. If only she knew.

nate’s eyes light up at mads’ suggestion, “holy shit, i will hold you to that, regardless of who we end up with. i’ve been meaning to try inner lip tattoos, so that’s perfect. i think there’s a word count, but whatever.” nate laughs, and offers mads a high five. costume parties at literally any time of the year were nate’s favorite thing in the world. and the further away from halloween, the better. 

“well honestly, i hope you snag it. and it may be my spidey senses or the weed kickin’ in, but i’ve got a good feeling heidi is about to shake some shit up around here. it’s not like we’re the only ones who’ve got shit to prove in the wake of...everything that’s happened, y’know?” if nate was heidi, he didn’t know what he’d do. but with orson’s death and the events from the masque creating this looming presence over the department, something big had to happen, right? nate felt like was he was doing nothing else but waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“but let’s stop for a second. do you really think one of us did what we were all accused of the other night?” nate sighs, “because i’ve been thinking...and i’ve got some conspiracy theories knocking around in my head. one, of which, says that we’re on a collective acid dream we haven’t woken up from yet.”

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Mads couldn’t help her laughter even if she tried, and he’s right. It paints a pretty picture. She could see Julian going in with it, and the small chaos the three of them could make together. “Imagine how cursed the play actually would be with us. Should we create a conspiracy theory?” She grins, though she was sure there was plenty of that going on. She was just as excited as him. But, she knew she should at least be honest. A witch wouldn’t be a bad role, she enjoyed them as well. Alas, the heart knew what it want, so she may have to break Nate’s just a bit.

“You know, while I can save the ass kicking for a different time, I was actually thinking of Lady Macbeth. Can you picture it? Sexy murder queen in all her 5′3 glory?” She laughs, because of course she has to make light of it to ease her anxiety surrounding such a decision. “Though, I think we should be the witches anyways. Halloween’s passed but it would be fun. Do you think I could grow a beard in time? I bet mine would be magnificent.” 

“ugh, well you know how i feel about lady ‘beth. and as one of your closest BFFs, while i’m selfishly thinking about all the trouble we’d be blamed for...i’m also super happy for you and will be your biggest cheerleader in going after, arguably, one of willy’s most complex female characters. which isn’t saying much, but y’know.” nate couldn’t help but grin at her, proud of mads going for the gold. what did she have to lose? what did any of them have to lose anymore? “mads le as lady macbeth. sounds about right. i mean, i can totally believe you’d conspire to kill a man.” that joke kinda hits different, since a man has actually died, but nate decides not to dwell on it. but he looks up, and they’re just outside the refectory, near where they were a few nights ago. he glances in mads’ direction.

“but you know what? let’s fuckin’ do it. i’m always down to dress up like a witch on any given day for absolutely no reason at all.” nate smiles, and makes a mental note to go snooping through the costume & makeup dept. later to see if he could get his hands on some beards. “not that i don’t already have an idea, but what made you go for lady m? i feel like a lot of people — gender be damned — might be gunning for that part. hell, the third years might try to show us up. it is the last show,” and the moment nate says it, something clicks. it’s their last production together as a cohort. and without orson. something about it feels super ominous, especially in the wake of the events from the masque ball, but he hopes it’s just his nerves.

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It seems like Nate and her had the same idea, though she didn’t expect to find anyone outside yet. She needed a moment, a breather to herself. So much happened before the break, with Orson’s verbal take down against her to his damned death, who knows what happened in between? She wasn’t sure how she could show her face, when she was sure every anxiety she felt was written all over it. Mads supposes she should be grateful that the ball was a masquerade after all. 

Still, she’s glad to find Nate, though she supposes she’s caught him in a private moment. There’s an urge to make a joke- is that the original Augustus Waters monologue?- but she holds her wit in for once. Instead, she makes her step a bit louder, hoping he’d hear her so she wasn’t catching him completely off guard. She racks her brain, wondering what comes next, but all she could remember was Romeo’s next line. Clearly, she wasn’t the Friar. “Good morrow, father.” She smiles softly, grateful for a friendly face. 

seeing mads always lifts nate’s spirits, so it’s easy for him to smile back at her and respond so easily, “benedicite.” to be honest, he probably could’ve done that whole scene by heart — there was something about ro & jules that just got to him. nate welcomes her company with open arms, because in situations like these, two was always better than one. it’s hard to be left alone with his thoughts for long periods of time. with mads there, nate manages to forget about the detectives, orson, and the long night ahead of them, if only temporarily.

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“come on mads, you know we’re basically two-thirds of the weird sisters in the living flesh. think about it: we strut onstage with our sexy beards, our couplet rhyming, and our — arguably — wicked ways, and then vanish before the real tragic shit goes down. it’s a no-brainer.” it’s a few days later after all the events from the masque ball and heidi’s announcement of their final play, and nate is, for lack of a better phrase, fucking thrilled. on this particular afternoon he has made plans to hang out with mads, and unfortunately for her, he hasn’t shut up yet.

“so, what do you think — do you love it? do you hate it? are you gonna kick my ass right now?”