#No you cannot be on stage sit in the fucking audience and be a spectator

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I feel like out of all the layers of secrets and concealment Klein hides, the people that would probably be shocked the most if those secrets ever comes to light would be the Moretti siblings.

Imagine you have a brother. Brother was going to go find a typical 9-5 job, but then he suddenly “finds a better job” and boom all your livelihoods improve ‘cause of his earnings. He also starts to cook really well, but you chalk it down to him learning from his friend’s chef. Then one day, he dies on duty. You mourn for him and miss him desperately. You move to a bigger city and occasionally feel like he’s still around, but all you ever see are the new names popping up in the newspaper, such as Gehrman Sparrow, while you focus and continue on your life.

Then, somehow, years into the future, you find out he’s not dead. His grave is literally empty. Not only that, he’s also the great detective of the capital of your literal country, the crazy adventurer feared by pirates, the tycoon who was generous but mysterious and reserved, and a wandering magician granting wishes. Also, he’s a GOD. GOD. OF. A. LITERAL. CHURCH. Then you find out that HE’S NOT EVEN YOUR BROTHER. The brother you grew up with is long dead. It’s a stranger who has been and assimilated into his body and mind since the day your brother died. Oh yeah, that friend he said was the reason he’s a good cook? That friend has been dead even before your “brother”. And you swore you knew him well. He was a history student trying to get a good job for the future. What in the Evernight Goddess’ divine kingdom happened? Oh, yeah, speaking of Evernight, your “brother” is “Her” blessed. By the way, he still hasn’t gone to the theatre with you like he promised.

I don’t know how Melissa managed to find out The Fool = Klein (maybe some angel told her in a dream or Klein directly told her idk) but I can’t even comprehend how she managed to process that information. Like imagine waking up one day and finding out a close relative of yours presumed dead is now a deity. It’s definitely not an average Tuesday afternoon thing.

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I think the most memorable Hamlet production I've seen is the one we went to in Budapest a few years ago, mostly because it was absolutely fucking unhinged. But the more interesting part is that the entire stage is made up of red stadium seats. Pictures cannot convey how imposing this scenery was, looming above the auditorium and forcing the spectators to look up. And this entire gimmick became incredible well embedded into the play, which was set in the modern times, but strayed from the original story very little. There was the play inside a play scene, where the actors were staring at us, and Hamlet's narration was the only indicator of what was happening. There is Polonius's murder, where he is very obviously crouching behind one of the rows, but Hamlet is too submerged in talking to the audience and berating Gertrude to notice him. There is the scene where Ophelia has gone mad and is dancing and singing, all while Gertrude, Claudius, and Laertes watches from the pews, until Laertes snaps and starts to desperately shake her by the shoulders. Laertes absolutely stole the show by the way (person between Gertrude and Claudius on the pictures), his performance was Excellent. And then there's the duel, which I Kid You Not, is not shown on stage. It is left out, and we are met with Horatio and Fortinbras sitting next to each other as Horatio tells him how it happened. In front of them are Hamlet and Laertes who say their lines, although halfheartedly, and occasionally clack their swords together, because Horatio's retelling is hollow and haunted with grief. At the very end, they carry in those skeletons and set them on a pile on the floor. It is unnecessarily extra and man I love it so much