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Welcome to the idyllic town of Addersfield, located on History Island in Auradon, home of Illedale University.

Students here are children of some rather famous faces. And some have made fame in their own right, like King Ben or the Lady Mal. We’re proud to boast a diverse student culture and a rich history–

[–and that’s enough of THAT broadcast! Is this thing on? Hello? Can you hear me?

Good. I’ll warn ya right now, everybody– if you thought Auradon Prep was wild, you ain’t seen nothing yet! Illedale is bigger, meaner, and with the past not so distant to us, tensions can run pretty high around here.

‘Course, you probably know the story by now. When preparing for his coronation, King Ben declared his first royal proclamation to allow over 4 VKs from the Isle of the Lost to come to the city. After a whole showdown about good and evil, the four integrated into Auradon society pretty well, and then after drama at Cotillion, Mowgli rallied the Auradon people to fight for the disbandment of the Isle, sending the villains to rehab and their kids to Auradon Prep.

Catching you up since graduation, pretty much all of us ended up moving to Addersfield for higher education in Auradon’s system– cuz man, I gotta tell ya, it’s a lot better in Auradon than it is anywhere else. Well, ‘cept for all the evil takeovers, I guess.

But not everyone’s cut out for college itself. The nice thing about Addersfield is that it’s all a pretty tight-knit community based around the school itself. More of a college township, as it were. So some of AP’s graduates moved to town to work with a crowd they know well.

I can’t stay much longer, but don’t let the stuffy advertising fool ya about this place, folks! We’re a lot more than what the surface wants to pretend. I’d drop your application while you can if I were in your shoes! This is P. Warner, sending you right back to your regularly scheduled programming!]

–and enroll in your future today at Illedale University, where the story starts anew.

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx hummed, picking at her nails. A new musical… She didn’t really know many, but she’d done a little looking into more when she and Victoria had discussed auditions for We Are The Tigers.

Victoria. That still felt so strange to her.

Especially now, knowing that… they were safe.

“What’s that musical with, um…” She mumbled a bit, tapping her pencil on her hand. “Gods? Greek gods?”

Victoria wrinkles her nose. “The rights to Hadestown aren’t out, and after the fiasco of Hamilton and the hoops I had to go through with We Are the Tigers I just want something the rights are out o-- The Lightning Thief.”

She sits up at that, lighting up. “I just remembered that. I thought I’d bring it up in a future year, but I wasn’t entirely sure if anyone’d be offended. Since, y’know, the Greek gods kind of... are, real, here in Auradon. Is there a school version? Fuck it, I can make a school version. Or I could just do the show, who’s stopping me? Oh, that would be a good show.”

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“No, I don’t wanna talk about it. I wanna change the musical because after what happened I’m not feeling up to a show with the content that’s in We Are the Tigers. That’s all I have to say. Do you have any suggestions for the replacement?”

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Celena giggled at James, almost seeming to crack a little more. “Jamesykins! You’re just in time for the show! Oh, I bet your bestest friend and your least favorite sister would LOVE to have a word with you right now, don’t you agree?”

Audrey growled at Hannah, trying to wrench the scepter from her. “Let! GO!” She pulled back too hard, slipping on her cape and falling back, letting go of the scepter. She dropped to the ground, blinking hard, trying to remember where she was and what was happening.

Cassandra bounced nervously, then closed her eyes. Dammit. A princess always kept her word. She jumped between Celena and Berith, catching the chain with her sword. Dammit, dammit, dammit! She was just making things worse for herself.

Crystal raised an eyebrow at Cassandra. “Seriously? Even I could tell from your reaction to this idiot over here that you’re friends. And you’re still defending that thing?”

Cassandra gritted her teeth. She didn’t respond, just tried her best to keep her sword in her hands.

Celena glared at Charissa, giggling madly. She twitched more violently, fluttering her wings. “Aww, Pretty Pretty Princess, don’t be such a downer!”

Lyssa watched Charissa, watched her prepare an attack… and dodged, stepping aside, closer to the heroes, glaring at Celena. “It’s over, tyrant!”

Celena blinked, twitching again, growling. “Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky, SNEAKY, SNEAKY! I don’t like fakes! I don’t I don’t I don’t!!”

“Make this easy on yourself,” Sofía said, “and just back down.”

A whistle cut through the commotion. To most, a normal whistle. But Celena and Lyssa both froze. Celena screamed in rage. “WHERE IS THAT BITCH?!”

“I’m thinking it doesn’t matter so much what they want, Celena. Enough’s enough,” James warns.

Hannah grits her teeth. “No-- chance--!”

When Audrey trips back, Hannah stumbles but catches herself, glancing to the scepter and then slamming it hard against the ground to break it. Ben yelps. “Audrey--”

“I’ve got her--!” Holly rushes over and gently pulls Audrey up to her feet, holding onto her to support her while a certain tiny goth continues smashing the scepter in frustration.

...

And she’d found them. The chaos was a good indication of where the bitch was hiding. The fairy squints at the anarchy in the window as she gets closer. They’re not killing her. They’re not trying to.

There has to be a reason. So she lets out a whistle, one she knows that if no one else will recognize it, she will.

Danger present, help is here, according to an old, old code.

Holly notices the figure flying hard at the window and yelps, grabbing the curtain and flinging it out over herself, Ben, and Audrey. “LOOK OUT!”

The glass shatters inward as Victoria smashes through the window, gliding to a stop and focusing her attention on Tayen. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long, LONG time. I’m only going to call this once.” She holds up her hands towards the other.

“HOLD.”

And her gaze stays on the fairy she’d frozen. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it NOW!”

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Solo Para: This Time, I’ll Rise From the Flames!

A weak, soundless sob escapes Victoria’s throat.

She’d screamed herself hoarse watching Tayen beat her father, and she’s left to watch helplessly as his torture continues, as Tayen tries to get information from him that he doesn’t have... that he’ll never have.

Because she was Blackbird. He’d never been involved.

A sickening crunch brings her eyes back to the stage. Her father cries out, and she sees the blood coming from his nose...

And he looks right at her, meets her eyes, the pain, the anguish, the suffering...

Tayen grabs his face, pulls her to look up at him. And Victoria stops, the blood rushing in her ears tuning out the next part.

“No,” she says suddenly, without thinking about it. And the word echoes, and Tayen finally looks at her.

Victoria jerks her arms free, pulls herself to her feet, cuts herself loose from the chair, not bothering to question how. She opens her wings, in their scarred glory, and watches their faces change. “He’s not Blackbird. I am. And you are DONE hurting him.”

She flutters up and straight for Tayen, grabbing her by the throat, slamming her into the back wall of the stage with a thud that echoes through the theatre. “You’re done hurting ANYONE. I will NEVER let you hurt ANYONE like this again. I sat by when I shouldn’t have, but no more. You are done hurting Pixie Hollow, Tayen Bell.”

And she winds back--

And then she wakes up. Victoria gasps, launching out of her seat, confused, looking around. “House lights!”

The lights come up and there’s nobody there, nothing there. “Stage lights to full!”

Same thing. The performance talent turns around in a circle, confused... blinking and going and peaking out one of the outside doors.

An eclipse. Tayen. Tayen was behind this.

Victoria looks around outside. Everyone... everyone is asleep.

She can’t let this happen. Not again. The fairy looks back into the auditorium. Her safety net. Her walls, her protection. She looks outside, at the whole world out there, the school, the open space...

And then she sighs and closes her eyes, looking back. “Lights down.”

The building goes dark. The fairy opens her wings and flutters them tentatively, her feet leaving the ground.

Sighing, she flutters out of the doorway, letting it close, cracking her knuckles. “Where the fuck are you?”

Tayen won’t take this place from her. From anyone. This? This ends today.

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Solo Para: Daddy, Love You More

The thing about typically being found in a theatre thanks to severe agoraphobia is that you don’t always notice when the sky briefly goes dark.

What Victoria DOES notice is that suddenly, somehow, her arms are bound to the chair she’s in in the house, and her waist and legs.

And then a spotlight on the stage lights itself in the darkness and her head shoots up, seeing... her dad. “Daddy?”

“Tori--” he starts, but cries out when suddenly, from the darkness, someone punches him in the gut, bringing him to the ground.

The lights come up more and she sees her. Victoria struggles against the restraints. “No, no leave him alone!”

Tayen doesn’t seem to hear her. “Rumor has it, Liam Adlon, that you ran one of the biggest refugee operation in the Hollow. The Blackbird operation.”

No. No this can’t be happening. Her father shakes his head. “I-- I didn’t--”

Tayen kicks him. He cries out and sinks to the floor. She rolls him over with her foot. “I want to know everything. Where did you send my subjects, Liam?”

“No,” Victoria says weakly. Her voice shakes. “No, no, it wasn’t him--”

But Tayen ignores her entirely, like she can’t even hear her. She grabs Liam by his shirt, pulling him up into her face. “I can make this far, far worse. You’d be smart to tell me what I need to know.”

“He doesn’t know anything!” Victoria yells. “It was me!”

But Tayen clearly can’t hear her. Liam shakes his head and Tayen cocks her head. “Very well. I suppose we can bleed you for the answers. We can start with removing one of your fingers, I’m not particularly in the mood to wait patiently.”

“NO!” Victoria screeches. “PLEASE, IT’S NOT HIM, IT’S ME, IT WAS ME! I RAN THAT OPERATION, I’M BLACKBIRD, LEAVE HIM ALONE, I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING, DON’T HURT HIM, PLEASE--”

And neither one acknowledges her as she continues to scream, plead and beg. She doesn’t understand. She just knows her dad is going to die up there.

Because he doesn’t know anything about what she did.

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Open Starter: Lesson in Originality

“So, in conclusion, I honestly think one of the hardest things to learn, as an actor and as a person, is to be bold and original. Make choices in your auditions that make you stand out, and make choices in your life that don’t make you just look like a weak mimic of someone else.” Victoria’s addressing the Acting Knights at the end of the meeting, looking at the time on her phone.

“Okay, that’s it for today, guys. Thanks as always for getting involved with this, it means a ton to me. Next week’s meeting will be a mock audition, keep what I said in mind for it.” She smiles and goes around to get offstage to escort the club out of the auditorium.

Waiting outside the door, she turns when someone taps her shoulder. “Yeah?”

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Open Starter: Director’s Vision

“Do you wanna settle,” she’s singing to herself as she plays around on her laptop and tries to pretend everything’s perfect.

Because she’s struggling, just a little bit, sitting out here... not in the auditorium. In the library, working on her own design for the musical and draw up her schedule for the show.

So, showtunes to drown out the panic at being beyond her comfort zone. She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, starting over on her project currently in motion: In an effort to take a break from costumes, which were a break from the stage and set design, she’s working on the art for the poster and programs.

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx laughed quietly, brushing more loose hair from her face. “It’s okay. I like enthusiastic. It’s… it’s better than what I’m used to.” She let the implication hang, knowing Victoria would know exactly what she meant.

“Maybe… I can audition for a part or two,” she offered. “When- whenever you want. And help out behind the scenes while things are being set up…” She stopped, otherwise she’d start crying. This was real. Victoria was real. And maybe… maybe they could really be friends, not just partners in treason.

Victoria nods, knowing exactly what she means. Still excited, she can’t even help the next sentence. “That sounds absolutely flitterific!”

...and she pauses, as she realizes, finally recognizes how she’s feeling. She’s excited, she’s... she’s happy, again.

Happy wasn’t something that Victoria Adlon had even thought was still on her emotional range.

Still, she smiles, really smiles, squeezing Nyx’s arm. Completely real. Completely happening. They were just two ordinary friends bonding, two completely normal girls who were planning to be involved in a musical.

Somehow, she keeps expecting to wake up. But she never wants to.

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx nodded, pulling her hands into her sleeves and picking at the inside of the fabric. It kept her calm. Kept her from crying. Victoria… Victoria. She was real. She was alive. She was real.

She sniffled quietly. “Uh… that’s- that’s great.” She cleared her throat. “Ma-maybe I could help. I’ve… been wanting to get into theater for a while now. This would be a good start, don’t you think?”

“Yeah!” She pauses, chuckling. “That was... overly enthusiastic. But I’d love to have you on. Cast or crew. It’d-- it’d be great. I’m just excited that this went through, I... never expected Fairy Godmother to say yes, y’know?”

Smiling, Victoria reaches out and gently grabs her arm. “I would genuinely love to have you involved. Wherever you end up going with that.”

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx smiled more, reaching up to pull back her hood. “That’s… really cool. I’m- I’m a frost talent. Like my mom.” Goodness, even mentioning her mother… it felt like madness.

She brushed her hair out of her face, frowning slightly at the color. Maybe it would have been better to dye it. It would make her less recognizable.

“Really? That’s- That’s awesome.” Nyx finished gathering the pages, standing up and holding them out to Victoria.

Victoria nods as she listens, tearing up a bit. This was real. This was happening. They were talking about their lives, their families... who they were.

Taking her papers back, she smiles and clears her throat, nodding. “We’re putting on We Are the Tigers, it’s a newer musical and I’m honestly just impressed Fairy Godmother approved of it given the, uh. Violent content’s a good way to put it. Now I have to get a whole production schedule in order and... everything.”

She smiles softly and shrugs. “I used to assistant direct for my dad when I was little. I’m excited to be following in his footsteps now.”

Even if he can’t see it. Because he has to stay in hiding in Andalasia, has to stay far from her, has to be safe.

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx smiled softly, shaking her hand nervously. A new beginning. What they’d been working for for… a long time, for other fairies, never for themselves… It felt so strange restarting.

“It’s nice to meet you, Victoria,” she said, slightly stressing the name. Victoria. Victoria. Sharing their names… that was a step Nyx never thought they’d have gotten the chance to take. When B- Victoria had left…

She knelt down to start picking up the papers she’d knocked out of Victoria’s hands, glancing at the contents. “Theater?” She looked up at her with a small smile. “Really?”

Nyx. Nyx, Nyx, Nyx. This is real. This is happening.

She clears her throat and nods as she kneels to help her. “Yeah, I’m, uh... I’m actually a performance-talent fairy. Like... like my dad.”

Family. Her dad. Talking about personal things. Hell, they hadn’t even talked talents when they were runners. The less they knew, the better. She’d assumed Raine was a water-talent but even that wasn’t set in stone. And now she guesses she’ll never know.

She smiles softly as she gets her stuff together. “I actually just got permission to put on a show this year. Like, just now got my show approved and left that to... walk into you, apparently.”

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untxld-stxries​:

Nyx pulled up her hood. She wasn’t cold. She was never cold. But what she was was hiding. Hiding and running, as always, because it was all she was good for anymore. The fairy pulled her jacket further around herself, keeping the hood up. She looked back behind her.

Don’t be seen.

She yelped when she ran into someone, reaching up to make sure her hood was still up… but looking up when she heard that voice. Blackbird.

“N-no, I’m-” Nyx looked back behind her again, then back at Blackbird. “Sorry. I’m… Nyx.” She lowered her voice. “Best to pretend we only just met, right?”

Victoria blinks, registering who it is. Silva. God, how long had it been since she’d seen her? With the hiding out and the staying in the auditorium and...

She simply nods, smiling at the other girl. Nyx. There’s so much power in a name for the two of them... “Victoria,” she introduces with a smile. For real, this time.

Not like before.

“I was thinking about taking up running. Know anywhere to start?”

The silver-haired fairy was bold. Cleverly so. To ask that so outright, yet so well-hidden.

“There’s still a few places to listen for a blackbird’s song,” she’d answered of the other in their passing moments, looking up towards the trees. One of the nearby ones was famous for its absolutely gigantic blackbird home. “If you’re to start there, I’d wait till nightfall.”

Then she’d carried right on.

The girl had found her that night, and seemed surprised to see her.

“Before you go too far, names are a dangerous thing. Call me Blackbird,” she’d said, offering her hand.

But the fairy already seemed to know better. “Silva.”

“And you can call me Raine,” says the boy beside Victoria--

Victoria blinks and shakes off the memory before she can get lost in it all again. Not now. Not here. “Uh, official student director of this year’s musical.” She offers the girl her hand again, as if it’s all new. A chance to start over.

It’s not Silva and Blackbird meeting to discuss helping refugees escape their nightmarish home.

It’s Nyx and Victoria, classmates and potential new friends. Just a couple of teenagers, like it was supposed to be.

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Open Starter: Official!

“Wait, really? No, no no no never mind, I’m not asking any questions, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” Victoria flutters her wave and backs out rapidly from the headmistress’ office.

Okay. Okay she needs to get a schedule set up. Needs to start actually working on a proper appearance. She had NOT been expecting this to go through. She definitely had NOT expected a yes on this musical.

Sure, it could be a lot worse, it’s not like they’re doing Heathers or something way too far out there. Well, Heathers has a school edition but there’s no way she’d even touch that shitshow with a 10 ft pole.

Then again, this one wasn’t even much better. Though, it did lack the sexual component.

Victoria’s walking on air, even being out and about on campus isn’t phasing her. Then she walks into someone, dropping all the printouts she’d made with information on the new official school musical this year to propose it to Fairy Godmother when she does.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

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Double Solo Para: This Next Step

“Uh, hello?” Nova pokes her head in curiously, looking around the auditorium. She’d heard a few rumors about a girl who hid out in here.

She’s still startled when the other walks onstage, though. “Can I help you?”

The girl looks so tense and scared. Nova knows she’d already been through plenty– the whispers had been more than enough to tell her that, but when she looks at the girl she can see it.

The running, the blood, flying, screaming, panicking, trying to protect others with her… never completely successful.

“I’m Nova,” she says abruptly instead of focusing on it. “I came to check in on you and see if you needed anything or anything.”

“Entertainment if you have any suggestions. I’m finally starting to get tired of all the same things,” the goth admits shakily. “I’m Victoria. Give me a second, I’ll come down to you.”

With that, she heads around backstage and out to the audience, going over to join her. Nova smiles softly. “I’ll keep the entertainment thing in mind for next time. I brought snacks, um… they’re homemade. And all the stuff in them is organic. And, uh, I also brought… this.”

She feels a little ridiculous as she pulls out the blanket she’d knitted. “I… don’t know how cold it gets in here. I thought, I don’t know, maybe…”

“Thank you,” Victoria interrupts quickly, smiling as she accepts it. “I could use it. You didn’t have to do this.”

“No, but I wanted to. I grew up believing in doing things for other people to help better their lives.” Nova smiles softly.

Victoria nods, running a hand through her hair and brushing it back out of her eyes. “Hey, thanks, really. Most people don’t think twice about me in here. The school gave me special permission because of my… mental health.”

Nova nods. “It’s no problem. I can bring some games and crossword books tomorrow. I have a ton of them.”

“You’re too kind,” Victoria says with a smile.

“It’s just doing right by you while you’re here,” Nova says with a shrug. “Okay, I have to get to class. I’ll check in later, right?”

“All right. Thanks again, Nova.”

“Anytime. Hey, if you can think of anything else you need–”

Nova holds out her phone, and Victoria puts her number in. Nova shoots a quick text to her so Victoria has her number. “Just shoot me a text, I’ll swing by with it.”

Victoria smiles softly, wrapping the blanket around her arms and taking the container with food. “Thanks, Nova.”

“Yeah. See you later.”

Smiling, she heads back out, glad she’d done something to help someone. Victoria stares down at the plastic container of food and can’t help but chuckle. That anyone bothered to come here wasn’t really a shocker– a lot of people wanted to see if the rumors were true.

But that someone would bring her things, and make sure she was comfortable, instead of bugging her about why she doesn’t come out? That was… something of a surprise, actually. One that’s greatly appreciated with her life feeling like it always has.

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askethanofarendelle​:

“Well, if you need any help trying to believe, I can help you. I do have some cute articles and pictures saved onto my phone, to show good in the world.”

Originally posted by wilfordark

Victoria sighs and shakes her head with a shrug. “I don’t know about that. Nice news here doesn’t really make things feel too great with the state of my home. but I guess I could use just some good news.”

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“I’m trying to believe that all is not lost.”