To be, or not to be?

Sawyer, you're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star! M!A: Reverse!Thespi is here for an unspecified time. All the gifts from my wonderful fans must be tagged as #ohoncelermyonceler if you want me to see them!

[teacupconfections]

Claus (( @thespian-ler )) ooH !!! |o0o)/

want yours or another’s onceler/fandom oc part of the project??? send me a message with your request~

[thespian-ler]

((I just found this askblog and I really like it! But I can’t really find a good place to start. Can you advise me something?))

(( thanks so much! if you’re looking for the best place to start on this blog, honestly going back to the beginning is going to be your best bet. The blog in total has under 700 posts, so it doesn’t take too long to read through it all. It’s been inactive for a while, but I’m making plans in the future to push through the bulk of this story!

if you’re talking about the fandom in general, your best bet is checking out the @the-lorax-fandom-community blog! there’s some great guidance here to check out blogs of the past and blogs of today, and the mods are super great!! 

ive never been asked a question like this, so im not sure how helpful this reply is ^^; thanks for taking interest tho! in the meantime, i’m having a lot of fun with other members of the fandom in the zombie au started waaaay back in the day (my blog is @theater-camp, which works for both this blog and my other askblog @spect-ler) and you can read about this au at the community blog i named above!

anyway, have fun in our fandom!! ))

[thespian-ler]

(( .... .w-wrong blog... ... .. .. . ))

[theater-camp]

You boys ready to do this shit?

“…”

This is a horrible plan.

Horrible? No, no, no. Easy. Run in, cut down anyone we pass, run out. Easy.

“Noise.”

Don’t worry about that, Casper.

You two just follow me and it’ll be a piece of cake. Yeah? Count of three–

I have a feeling I’m going to regret this….. 

[thespian-ler]

arteoperatur:

“Hey, Thespi.”

“Uh… is… Claus there? I need to speak with him.”

“O-oh, uh-- I, um--”

“What?” Thespi whispers, seeing Claus’ panic. “What’s wrong?”

Claus waves his double off, and turns back to the phone, “Actually, uh, this-- this is Claus. I was, uh, just-- just fooling around, um-- Payton? You okay? You sound, uh. Er, fine, but uh. I mean.”

[thespian-ler]

You really think I should?

Yeah, man, its just Craig. Er, your Payton. It’ll be funny, dude, I wanna see what happens. 

Alright…. -deep breath- here goes!

H-hey, dude! How’s it hanging, buddy pal! Uhh Thespian here! What's shakin’, bacon?

[thespian-ler]

uselessparanoia:

[Clara turns to Craig with a patronizing smile as he recounts the story.]

“Yes yes of course I remember that darling, they certainly were.. charming, aside from lack of flattering shape or color coordination.”

[And THEN Thespi mentions that this is just ONE room full of shiny awards and expensive decor, and he has her full and undivided attention.]

“Oh that is absolutely fascinating! You’ll just HAVE to show me sometime. I’m sure your movies are nothing short of creative genius, it’d be DELIGHTFUL to see one sometime.”

[Her tone is dripping in every artificial sweetener known to man, eyelashes batting a mile a minute]

“And of COURSE it would make sense to delegate company work, you being so busy and all, I’ve been working with the same principle for the last ten months and oh we simply MUST swap strategies.”

arteoperatur

Craig blinks and smiles and shrinks back a little in his seat.

“Oh, yeah– w-well, that’s why it’s confined EXCLUSIVELY to the closet! It was fun for the day but– y’know. Gotta… keep up those looks.”

He seems to deflate a little as Thespi and Clara continue to talk, and the smile fades slightly. He looks between them, an unreadable expression beginning to take form on his face.

It’s not jealousy, really. It’s more… worried than that. Some odd mix of the two, with a pinch of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. He suddenly wishes they were anywhere but this sparkly white room at Thespi’s house, though he doesn’t voice his concerns. That’d be stupid, right? This doesn’t–couldn’t–mean anything.

Payton, on his end, just watches the scene with growing distaste, trying not to scowl as Clara begins to OBVIOUSLY make a pass at Thespi.

“Suck up,” he mutters under his breath.

Thespi continues bragging to Clara, talking about all his hard work and the shows he’s been in, every award he’s won in the past few years of his work. He’s completely oblivious to Clara’s motives, but Claus, on the other hand, sees right through it. 

The reverse has been bunching up the fabric of his pants in his fists, occasionally glancing between his double and Clara. He grumbles beneath his breath-- “...shallow superficial socialites...” --but every time he thinks someone is catching on, he silences himself. Payton beside him is looking rather uncomfortable, and if he didn’t know that snapping at both Clara and Thespi would only make his friend more uncomfortable, he would have done it ages ago. 

That, and he doesn’t have the kind of bravery to stand up like that. Someone else might, but not him. He’s fine keeping it to himself. 

So he settles for giving his friend a reassuring look, and clearing his throat quite loudly. He doesn’t think he grabbed Thespi’s attention, but maybe Clara...

[thespian-ler]

uselessparanoia:

[Clara sits on Craig’s opposite side, legs neatly crossed, hands clasped in her lap, and she does make herself at home, by taking in what a large and expensive home it is. She flashes Thespi a dazzling smile.]

“My word, you’re house is simply lovely! You’re an actor yes? As the Thespian title would imply. You must be an exceptionally talented one to have that many awards, not to mention a home like this!”

arteoperatur

Payton frowns as Thespi goes to join the others, finally taking a moment to wipe off his nose. It’s puzzling, he thinks, as he heads to the sitting room, if Thespi didn’t want him there to help gather information, why’d he call? Moral support maybe? He should know Payton isn’t good at that sort of thing, but… well, he’ll do what he can.

He takes a seat on one of the many sofas and glances down at his arm. He winces, and makes a note to wash it the moment he gets home. He should have waited for a tissue or something instead of just wiping it on his sleeve. That had been a mistake.

Craig just elbows Claus as Clara brings up Thespi’s awards.

“Oh, yeah! Claus, in this world you’re like a really big deal! Not that you’re NOT a big deal back home, but– this guy’s made a ton a movies. And I mean a TON of movies. Heheh. You know, I finally got around to watching one the other day and– lemme tell ya– it was weird. Not… so much the actual production as it was just seeing you up on the big screen. I couldn’t even PICTURE that before I came here! I mean, I could picture you on the little screen because you’ve been on the little screen a bunch of times– but seeing you in the movies is something else. You know I was there at this guy’s first live press conference? It was on a local news station and it was ADORABLE and I made us all custom T-shirts. He didn’t wear his because he had to wear a suit for that extra–” He clicks his tongue “–professionalism but I definitely wore mine! It’s probably still in my closet somewhere.”

Thespi grins as Craig talks about his pictures, kicking his feet back. The young woman he’d sent out earlier has returned with drinks, and he takes one from the plate. They’re in crystalline champagne glasses, but his guests soon discover that they only contain soda.

“Oh, yeah,” he boasts in reply to Clara, “I’m a big award winner. This room is The Pearl Room, I’ve only got some of the smaller awards here. You want signed posters? Photographs? Action figures? I’ve got them in a different room, I just greet guests here. And all my Oscars are near my office at the factory. That place is on lockdown 24/7, and I get to see them everyday, which is nice. I’ve been kind of.. away from acting lately, focusing moreso on helping some directors with their scripts. But if you guys stick around long enough, you might make one of the shows I’ve been working on in my spare time, heheh.”

Claus has looked increasingly embarrassed as he’s spoken-- almost as if the entire room’s population of 4 people was expecting him to suddenly deliver an award winning performance right there. It was embarrassing enough when Payton brought up his press conference, his face had gone beet red. (His acne did that enough.) He knows it was only Payton’s odd brand of endearment, but nevertheless in this strange world they’ve found themselves in, the extra attention to him was not necessarily wanted. Claus has to stop himself from muttering about how arrogant his duplicate appears-- a habit he’s been trying to break (not that Thespi spares him any attention) but he finds that the actor’s behavior is.. a little extra.

“That’s all very interesting,” he comments politely. “You’ve really been working hard, I see. And you manage your company in between all this?”

“O-oh, uh.” Thespi laughs. “No, that’s pretty much my partner’s job. Norma, she’s a real tycoon, I bet you’d like her. You guys could talk about calculus or something.”

[thespian-ler]

But Claus, what if Payton doesn't get to return with you?

I, uhm. 

I dunno.

[thespian-ler]

I certainly hope that you don't get stuck on this side for a year Claus

That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? I’ve worked very hard to keep up on my company, it’d be a shame if that all went to waste.

Though, it.. is very nice to, um.. to see Payton again. If he’s around, then I, erm, wouldn’t mind being here too badly.

But Her Royal Asswipe is here, too, so it all balances out. Best case scenario, we all go back in a decent amount of time.

[thespian-ler]

You're a way better match for Payton than her royal bitchiness

Y'all really gotta specify who you're talking to because I have no idea who this is for

[thespian-ler]

heh , c.e.o

🙃

[thespian-ler]

You'll always be the once-ler of my heart😍

Aw, babe, thanks °˖ ✧ ( ´꒳` ) ✧˖ °

[thespian-ler]

so does this mean YOUR real name is claus then thespi?

U-uh.... yeah, it.. it is. I wasn't, uh, too hot on telling anyone.

Once-ler is a surname. My, uh, my full name is, uh.. Claus Edmond Once-ler.

[thespian-ler]

uselessparanoia:

[Clara’s expression gets darker and darker as Claus talks, she has to end this conversation before he manages to say anything.. inconvenient. She steps forward, laying her hand on Craig’s arm with a sickly sweet look on her face.]

“WELL gentlemen I truly hate to interrupt this heartwarming exchange, but I do believe it’s a bit rude to crowd someone’s doorway like this. Shall we move things inside?”

arteoperatur

If he notices the glare, he doesn’t say anything. In fact, he doesn’t react at all in any noticeable fashion. More likely than not, it passed over his head entirely.

“Heh! Always knew I could count on you, Claus. You’re as reliable as a– a–” Craig pauses for a moment and rubs at his chin, “–A really reliable thing. Anyway, yes! Clara’s right! We should all head inside because it’s actually cold as BALLS out here now that I’m thinking about it? And this coat looks hot on me but that’s about as close as it gets to actually keeping me warm. Claus, we’re not done with this conversation by the way, I want to hear in EXCRUCIATING DETAIL just how much everyone missed me, but in the meantime– INNN WE GO.”

He pushes past Thespi, one arm around Claus’ shoulders and another around Clara’s waist and hustles everyone inside.

Before they get too far in however, Payton puts a hand on Thespi’s arm, signaling for him to hold back a little.

“Hey, uh….” He begins. He looks apologetic, among other things, “Sorry about all this. I probably should’ve explained everything in better detail before showing up. I was just… sidetracked, I guess. Doesn’t excuse it but– maybe this will work out in our favor? They seem to know each other. Um. Maybe we can get some information out of that.”

Claus, of course, is glaring at Clara every chance he gets, but for his friend’s sake he tries to tone it down. He tries to just enjoy the moment, knowing his companion is alive and well.

Thespi was about ready to trail in with them, but Payton stops him and he turns to listen. He puts hand to his chin as he considers his friend’s words.

“I dunno what kinda info you hope to get, Bond,” the actor shrugs, “but sure, I’m with ya. I’m frankly enjoying this, this is so neat. Although I am gonna have to.. do somethin’ about his hair, uh.. Oh, and don’t worry about the confusion, buddy, I mean-- I mean we’ve all three got clones running around, I don’t think you can avoid confusion with this sort of thing.”

Thespi catches up with the others and leads them all to a sitting area within the mansion. Its large and pristine white, with glass and diamond decorations. Vases of vibrant red and white roses sit on nearly every table; out with Christmas and in with Valentine’s day. Thespi mentions to one of the workers as they leave the room that his guests would enjoy refreshments, and the woman hurries off to prepare them.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Thespi chuckles, flopping down into one of the luxurious couches spread around the room. A warm fire roars beneath a brick mantle decorated with awards that Thespi has won in his many years of acting. Claus sits near Craig, straightening his vest and smoothing out his hair. “Make yourselves right at home, huh?”

[thespian-ler]

How endearing to know there's another you😍 i love you both no questions asked❤❤❤

Thanks babe (╭☞ •̀ u •́)╭☞

W-well, uh… that’s…. fine I guess.

[thespian-ler]

It's not quite so crazy when you think about it, he's still living with his family they're just on a different plain of existence now. But I digress, I'll have to call and ask him. Perhaps he can shed a little light on this situation.

Yeah, ‘cause seeing myself in the third dimension is real weird.