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[open] For Your Entertainment

WHO: Open to people in the general area of the MAC building.
WHERE: MAC and the surrounding block.
WHEN: January 6th, approx 12PM
WARNINGS: Excessive use of Adam Lambert and also excessive dancing/singing.
SUMMARY: Ryan doesn't want to be back in the City. So he's just going to make everyone in the MAC miserable with him.
FORMAT: Either is fine, I'm terribly unpicky.

The situation was very simple: Ryan did not like being pulled out of roles to be recast in roles he no longer fit or wanted to fit. His place as "hero" of a faux New York City was one that he no longer wanted to fill and he was being expected to fill it again despite the fact that he had been truly awful at it the first time around. So he was going to do things differently. It wasn't his City and he didn't care about it anymore.

The script told him to be a hero. He was going to be an annoyance. A trickster concerned with nothing but his own amusement.

And to start, he was going to cause some chaos. It wouldn't be anything the City hadn't been through before - just a little musical disruption - but the intensity of it would probably be unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Ryan was on the roof of the MAC building, hooking speakers up to a extension cord that was plugged into a outlet. The speakers would disappear in about four hours, as would the microphone, because there was no point in spending money when using his powers would ensure everything would disappear and there wouldn't be evidence. Suddenly, Ryan was glad that he'd played around with his powers so much when he'd been in the City previously. It made it much easier to set up everything.

The CD slid into the stereo system and Ryan pressed play, a smirk playing on his lips. The music blasted behind him and he took his place at the microphone.

"So hot out the box,
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up, heat it up -
I need to be entertained.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid.
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby"

[ooc: notes! Unfortunately, the closer you come to Ryan the more power he has over you. He's maxing out his powers, so unless your character would never in a million years play along/have powers that counteract Ryan's, sorry. You've been recruited as backup dancers/singers. Feel free to try and stop Ryan, but know that he's shielded himself and he's likely to make you do something embarrassing. Other than that, have fun! It's easier that way.]

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"... Oh." Well obviously Troy hasn't really been bothered to ask about others. All he knew is Gabriella has never been here and he'd been there once before and couldn't remember a thing about it. Anyone else was kind of... not that important.

Scratching idly at the back of his neck for a second, Bolton offers up a tiny shrug of his shoulders because he still has noooo idea what's going on, "People don't really appreciate the singing thing around here so much, dude."

Ryan sighs looking out toward the City. "I know that, Bolton, but I've never cared about the consequences before and I don't really care about the consequences now."

There's a beat and then Ryan looks back over to Troy. He's the same Troy, really, and they're not friends. However, Ryan is aware of the importance of having friends and Troy is probably the closest thing he has to one at that second so Ryan tries to put aside whatever deep-seated, hierarchical dislike he has for Troy.

"Look," Ryan says softly, "I could pretend to be normal, but that's a role I play too often. I'm tired of it. If I'm going to be pulled away from the real New York into this one, then I am going to be who I want because it's stupid to put on a mask when I don't need one. It's not something you would understand."

While he tries to get all this to make sense in his head, Troy chooses to move onto the edge of rooftop wall, sitting back on it casually and hunching his shoulders just a little awkwardly. Ryan was always Chad's buddy, not his. Most of Troy's experiences with the Evans still focus more towards Sharpay trying to get into his pants, which still traumatizes him in numerous ways. But whatever, it's still a familiar face, and right now, he kind of almost even misses Sharpay, so Ryan is a welcome face.

"No, man, I get it," he replies lightly, staring off to the side, "Be yourself. That's like, the most important thing you can do, sure. It's just... creating chaos is kinda what the bad dudes do."

Ryan laughs. Sometimes, he forgets that people like Troy and Gabriella can pretty much only process the world in black and white and it always makes him laugh because the world has always been shades of grey to him. Shades from "straight as as 180 degrees" (Troy) to "spaghetti" (Chad, generally) to "no, I'm not even trying to hide" (himself).

"Troy, if causing chaos was something only villains did then Mary Poppins might as well be a villain."

"Well she is kind of disruptive, but I guess she does good in the end." Not that he's ever willingly watched Mary Poppins, obviously, Gabriella forced him or something. No really. Plus Disney is within him.

With a soft snort of a laugh, he's resorting to kicking his feet childishly against the wall he's sat on, "Whatever. It's pretty cool to see you here, dude."

"I blame you for my being here," Ryan says flatly, "but it's nice to not be here by myself, at least."

Because he isn't quite sure how much time has passed, Ryan stands up to avoid the speaker disappearing from underneath him. It had happened once, with a stool, and while Chad had thought it was hilarious, Ryan hadn't. The damage to his dignity had been irreparable.

"So what have you been doing all by your lonesome in the City, Troy? You can't just play basketball all the time."

"," he's got the decency to apologize even if he's pretty sure it's not actually his fault, thank you very much. But he doesn't argue with an Evans, not when he doesn't have to.

"It's been pretty crazy, man. I've only been here for like, a few months and there's been zombies and bombs and everything. I guess I've mostly just been keeping outta the way of that sort of thing though, and just making some new friends, working on my powers, getting jobs, shooting hoops... that sorta thing."

Ryan looks over at Troy and then shakes his head, "It's always crazy. Godzilla once tried to destroy the entire City. I tried to drown him in smoothie, it didn't work and I might've passed out."

Because he doesn't think it's important, Ryan doesn't elaborate on how he tried to drown Godzilla in smoothie. He figures Troy will ask about it on his own time. Like usual.

Instead, Ryan stretches. He's a little sore from connecting things and everything else and it means he doesn't have to listen too closely to Troy. Besides, stretching is important.

"What are your powers this time?"

The mention of Godzilla has Troy perking up because holy crap he loves giant monsters and stuff and he only wishes there was one still around. He's even about to ask about it all but then Ryan's questioning him about other stuff and Troy wants more me time. Let's all talk about Troy, because he misses being numero uno most talked about celebrity like he was in high school.

"They're kinda weird. I sing and weird stuff happens that link with the song. I set my hand on fire the other week. And uh, I teleported myself a few thousand miles away by accident. Just stuff like that. I seriously need to practice more though." Because really, right now, he's mostly just one big massive fuck up. But at least he can switch the power on and off better now.

While Troy's nattering on, Ryan half-listens mutters a snippet of some godawful song (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nakedbrothersband/bananasmoothie.html) he only happens to know because he likes banana smoothies and it's easier when he doesn't have to make up the lyrics himself.

Ryan nods absently as he takes a sip of the smoothie.

"Practice is always good."

"Wow, see, I need to learn to do stuff like that. But I got a dude helping me with like, patience and my chi or whatever, and this chick is helping me with self-defense stuff." Troy's hopping to his feet and delivering a few fist-jabs at the air. Not that he'd ever actually get into a fight in the first place, but it's something to occupy the mass amounts of energy he has.

"I guess you learned how to use yours from before you left? How was home? Did you see Gabriella? Was she okay?"

"My powers are vastly more specific than yours," Ryan replies between sips of smoothie, "so it's just knowing the limits that's the problem."

The mention of Gabriella make him want to sigh heavily and shake his head. For a moment he debates telling Troy she got into a car accident or left him but then he realizes that it's likely to set off some horrendously emo musical number. So he tells the truth.

"I haven't seen Gabriella since the party she threw us before we all went off to college. I don't get much time between dancing my ass off and sleeping to go places."

It's the smallest lie, but it will satisfy Troy and then Ryan doesn't have to admit he was sleeping with their mutual friend and honestly, he wasn't invested in their relationship like every other person at East High.

Even with Ryan's complete lack of news on Gabriella, Troy still seems to just be pleased to hear her spoken about from someone who isn't himself. And there's absolutely no surprises to say that he's been doing little but talk about her to people since he first arrived.

"That's cool. Good party." Teeehehehee, is that a blush he's getting? Troy Bolton, as Ryan no doubt worked out years ago, has the mental age of a five year old when it comes to anything beyond kissing. He can't help being slow and steady in relationships, but you almost can't blame Gabbi for breaking up with him quite as many times as she has, even if she can't get rid of the trailing puppy dog for long.

"I really miss her right now. And even Chad's dumb face, cause like, it's totally getting boring playing b-ball one on no-one for like three months straight."

It is impossible to miss the way that Ryan looks away at the mention of Chad, but he has no doubt that Troy isn't likely to notice. Troy never notices anything, by Ryan's standards, except how everyone fawns over him. And no one will do that for him in a place where everything is as uncertain as lightning, because Troy doesn't know that to get attention in a place where no one is paying attention, one has to try for it. There has never been anything Ryan is aware of that Troy has had to try for except, maybe, the role of Arnold.

But Ryan tries not to think about that too often.

"Chad was here, before," Ryan says in a clear stage whisper, "not that it matters. It's cold out, we should go back inside."

Though Ryan could create a bubble of warmth for himself, though he was wearing a jacket, suddenly he didn't want to be outside in the vastness of a City. The possibilities of such a stage were frightening.

It's not exactly that he doesn't notice Ryan's reaction, it's just that Troy struggles to relate it to anything that's going on right now. The connection of Chad and Ryan in his head just doesn't click right now, not when he's got so much else to think about since Ryan's sudden arrival.

"Sounds like I missed all the fun," he replies with a small smile, hopping off the wall he was perched on, and turning away to squint out at the view. He likes it up on the roof. It's not the first time he's been up there. It's like a his very own city version of his tree house.

"A'ight, man. I've got like, space in my place if you need company or anything."

"That would be just a little awkward." Because I slept with your best friend. "But if you don't mind."

Ryan says it like it doesn't matter because he tends to say everything like it doesn't matter, but in all honesty he's glad that there is at least one person in the City that knows hears the world the same way he does, even if it's not his favourite person.

Eventually, Troy will pick up on that. At least Ryan hopes so.

Yeeeah, he so often tries to blank out the 'gay' thing anyway, because it's not that he's not okay with it, he just... never has known how to handle it quite the right way when the subject of anything sexual comes up. Especially not when it's his best friend.

"Dude, it's totally fine. Guys like us have got to stick together, right?" Without many other musical universes around, this City has felt rather quiet ever since he's been there.

"We're all in this together." A beat. "God, I can't believe I just said that."

School spirit is a goddamn STD, that's the problem. But even though he kind of hates himself for saying it, Ryan is smiling. There is something to be said about having something familiar around and even though Ryan won't say it, he's glad for it.

But it really isn't going to stop him from abusing his powers whenever he feels like it. Ryan makes a note that the next time he creates a little mayhem, it'll have to be far away from Troy.

The statement from Ryan gets Troy smiling, nodding in agreement because god damn he's missed school spirit, especially since he's now got college to think about instead. Or did, before he got sucked into this place.

"C'mon then, Evans, lets get you in the warm." With a sweeping motion, the jocks gesturing for Ryan to head down from the roof. "What're you gonna do without matching coats and stuff?"

As Ryan starts down the stairwell, he laughs. "Please, Troy. I have a bank account here that's been accumulating interest, I'll be fine."

And because Ryan is the same strange, aloof rich kid he's always been, his life in the City is locked up in a safe deposit box. Just in case. It should still be there, provided that the bank itself is still there. That in and of itself is rather doubtful, but Ryan will have to check on it later.

"You do? Oh, man, no fair. I'm working two jobs just to like, keep myself going. Neither pay as good as Lava Springs either, man." Which is the only other job he's ever actually had, and most of those promotions he got were thanks to Sharpay and her strange schemes.

At some point during the walk back in, he manages to get ahead to direct them both back to his own apartment.

"I taught dance to spoiled, bratty, rich kids. Of course I have money. If the bank still exists."

Ryan follows Troy, dropping his empty cup into a conveniently placed trash can and noting their location for future reference.

"Where do you work?"

Troy's nodding vaguely at the mention of banks, because despite the amount of shit that gets blown up in the City, he's pretty sure there's still a bank around. Or he hope there is anyways. But whatever, his apartment! Yay. He fiddles with the lock for a second and then he's swinging open the door, jerking his head inwards to signal for Ryan to go first. See, Troy's a gentleman.

"At a toy store, and helping this one guy fix stuff when they break around his building complex, y'know, rewiring and leaky taps and stuff..."

The apartment isn't much special, but the MAC never really is. It's got a few personal belongings around, stuff like sports equipment, a few different instruments like a guitar, bongos, ukulele and the like, along with the expected photos of him and Gabbi on the wall that he's managed to salvage from his wallet, surrounded by a few Broadway leaflets. It's tidy though, the whole apartment seems way too clean to be owned by a teenage boy, even with the few items of clothing strewn across the back of chairs/the couch etc.

Ryan enters, thanking pretty much any god he think of that Troy doesn't have socks living on his floor. He's never sure with people and it's not spotless, but it's not dirty, so Ryan's okay with that. Even if he refuses to sit on the couch. Couches are cesspools of bacteria.

"I am going to make myself something to eat," Ryan says, looking over his shoulder at Troy, "do you want anything that starts with s?"

He's tired and he probably shouldn't be using his powers, but he's also hungry and he happens to know that making a couple steaks or whatever won't make him pass out.

Teenager or not, Troy is a good Disney boy and therefore must set a good example to all the kiddies watching and worshiping him, which means if he keeps his room clean and tidy, then parents can use the age old argument of 'BUT TROY CLEANS HIS ROOM SO WHY CAN'T YOU?!'. See, he knows these things. Kind of. Plus his mom and dad brought him up right or something.

"Dude, you can do that?" Said while he slams the front door shut and takes a run up to vault over the back of his couch and land sitting down. "I'm hungry but... I can't think of anything that begins with s right now. You've put me on the spot. Do you have like, a menu or something?"

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