Warning: For anyone snooping my scraps, this is a copy/paste of a magic show I wrote in Skype chat as part of an rp. I just wanted to slap it on here before going to bed. I'm gonna edit it later, so even if that sounds like something you might be interested in, this is probably not the version you want to read.
A video begins to stream on the tablet. The camera glides along the ceiling of a theater with thousands seated. An announcer's voice booms out in Italian. The camera focuses on a brightly-lit stage. It's not the stage she saw over a month ago, but she has seen it before: in the videos. The announcer's voice comes to a climax, and he finishes on a word Jenny recognizes: "PHIAAAAAAN!" The crowd erupts into applause as Phian stumbles through the curtains wearing a lab coat, black rubber gloves, boots and goggles, accompanied by a rush of smoke. He stumbles about, waving the smoke away from his face and coughing. When he "recovers", he lifts the goggles off his eyes and gazes out at the audience as if puzzled to find them there. Then, a bright smile splits his face, and he begins rambling in Italian.
Phian reaches the end of his monologue, enthusiastically indicating that he has something to show them behind the curtain. He steps back up to them and throws them apart. They swing apart far more easily than it looks like they should, to reveal a blazing fire. He snaps the curtains closed again, looking back over his shoulder at the audience with a wide-eyed grimace. He waits a few seconds, then opens them again, more carefully, just to peek through. A pair of hands shoves a small device into his face. It looks like a microwave decorated with aluminum foil. He accepts it with confusion, turning around to glance between it and the audience as the curtains drop shut again.
Electronic music fills the theater as the curtains rise at last, revealing a large machine with several robotic arms and metal boxes, all around a metal-framed chair. Above this, five big screens flick rapidly between images of computers - both inside and outside - beautiful women, and Phian, with emphasis on close-ups, often just an eye or lips. Before this, just behind Phian, stand a pair of identical women in lab coats and mid-thigh skirts, striking mirrored poses with inward hand on their hips, knee bent to face their hips away from each other, outward arm raised high, and glamorous smiles. Phian steps back between them, still talking, and introduces the one on the left, gesturing to her with the microwave, as "Abra", and the one on the right as "Cadabra".
The device in his hands begins to beep, and he looks down at it in surprise. He turns it around with a thoughtful frown to inspect the front. The twins gasp in unison and lean back. It explodes, firing a cloud and dozens of papery fragments into Phian's face. The two both grab him by a shoulder, Cadabra taking the device off his hands and setting it aside. Standing stiffly, perhaps in shock, his hands still up as if holding something, Phian... has no face. Where it should be is just a mostly smooth, pale surface ringed by soot.
Phian's hand comes up, and dabs at where his face should be experimentally. The twins begin to argue, with big, exaggerated gestures, mostly toward each other. Directing blame, perhaps? Then, looking to stage left, they start to call another name: "Bambi!" "Bambi!" "Bambi?!" "Bambi!" The music turns sultry as another woman walks out. Wearing a lab coat so small it barely covers her butt, and barely contains her boobs squeezed in the top, she doesn't appear to be wearing anything else but a pair of knee-high high heeled boots. She is possibly the most fake-looking woman possible. Aside from what's probably a lot of plastic surgery, Her big, wide eyes are ringed by too much eyeliner, her lips are puffy and huge, and her blonde hair has noticeable black roots. She catwalks to center-stage, bows to level with the floor, and blows the audience a kiss. When she stands again, she follows this up with an exaggerated wink. She tucks her elbows in to her sides, and gives her abundant chest a shake. As Abra draws Phian off to the side, seemingly trying to placate him, Cadabra goes to Bambi, getting her attention and directing her to the chair.
Bambi follows Cadabra to the chair, taking a moment to wiggle down into it. She blows more kisses to the audience, then tucks her arms back and waves. Cadabra steps around the side of the machine and begins fiddling with buttons, levers and dials. The two screens to either side of the middle change to show a full body shot of Bambi, while the one in the middle shows a simply drawn face.
The right eye on the face on the screen vanishes. Bambi continues to soak up the attention as a thin robot arm descends from above. Her head jerks back a little in confusion and surprise as its tip comes down over her right eye, but then it lifts away again. As it passes. It reveals her right eye, too, is gone, eyebrow at all! She cocks her head in confusion, and purses her lips, then leans over the arm of the chair to look questioningly at Cadabra. When she fails to get her attention, however, she simply shrugs, and goes back to waving at the audience.
The left eye disappears from the drawing, another arm descending before the first has finished moving. It comes down over Bambi's left eye, but this time, she ignores it at first. When this one lifts away, leaving her eyeless, her lips make an "O" of surprise, her laying her fingertips against them emphasize her shock. She then begins to pat where her eyes belong, seemingly trying to find them.
The nose vanishes, and the next arm descends. Bambi is patting her face in wider and wider circles, still searching for her eyes as her nose gets plucked away, fact her fingers discover right after. She raises her hands (still keeping her elbows tucked back), splays out her fingers, waves her hands around, and cries "UWAAAAAUGH!" Her lips purse again as the fourth arm comes down, plucking them away, and leaving her face blank.
As Bambi continues to alternate between patting her face and clapping her hands around her cheeks in the only expression of alarm she still has available to her, Cadabra steps around the chair, takes her by the arm, and unceremoniously pulls her out, pushing her back toward stage left. Waving her arms in front of her, Bambi stumbles offstage. Cadabra joins her twin by Phian, and both gingerly take an arm, escorting him to the chair.
Abra sits on the arm of the chair, striking a pose with her left knee up and her right arm raised high, smiling at the audience again, as a mouth reappears on the picture on the screen. The last arm comes back down, moving its tip to the bottom of Phian's face. It lifts away to reveal... Overly puffy, bright red lips. He tests it, opening and closing it a few times as the sequence continues, giving him a nose again. One eye is replaced, then the other, big, wide, and with far too much makeup.
Confident his face has been restored, Phian sweeps out of the chair, striking a pose with his hands on his hips, chest out, as the music hits its climax, then cuts off.
Slower, softer music begins as Phian taps his lip with his fingertips. He quirks an eyebrow and turns to Abra, who avoids his gaze, pretending to be occupied with posing, then to Cadabra, who offers him a strained smile and shrug. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hand mirror, which he squints into, only to have his eyes snap wide again in alarm.
The music picks back up, resuming the tune of the previous trick. Stowing the mirror, he starts swinging his arms in wide gestures, directing Abra and Cadabra back to either side of the machine. He returns to the seat himself, and stretches his hand upward toward the middle screen, then draws it slowly down. In response, the screen lowers, dropping down to cover his face. The twins carry a simple dance, bobbing their hips back and forth to the music as they work the controls. He points a commanding finger to the left, and Cadabra pulls a big lever. The face pictured on the screen splits into thirds, each third rapidly scrolling downward independently, accompanied by the low beeping sound of a slot machine. It's clear there are images of other faces, but they're hard to make out until features click into place: Phian's normal right eye, Bambi's nose and mouth, and the simply drawn left eye. Phian points again, and Cadabra again pulls the big lever, which sets it scrolling again. This time, every feature to click into place is his own.
He flings up his hands, and the screen rises, revealing his own face. He jogs forward a few steps, striking the same pose as before with a bright smile on his face. The twins join him, taking mirrored poses with arms, spread toward him like Vanna White showing something off. The music concludes once again.
"Ahhh," he sighs, "it's good to have everything back to normal." There's a series of crashing sounds from offstage. Phian looks puzzled. The twins exchange worried looks.