School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Before the assembly, The Tick used the same mysterious process that chooses students for the detention lottery for another purpose.

He had written a play. Destiny told him that all the world was a stage and he was but a player, meaning that he was playing the part of someone that got people to play parts that he created. It was very meta.

Anyway, the curtains opened to start the assembly. It was time for The Tick's first play: A Time for Bagpipes.

[OOC: Cast, please handwave getting roped into this as a result of the announcements this morning. It may be a good idea to look at the plottery post to see what I told different people just so you can be better prepared.

Again, I'm very sorry about the last minuteness and the general WTFery of this. Feel free to go nuts, though. This is a play by The Tick that you had at best a couple hours to look over. Things need not make sense have fun. And thank you for volunteering and attempting to make this work!

Oh, and people in the later acts, don't feel obliged to wait for people in earlier acts. Jump in whenever.]

Comments

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Farming is a hard job. That's why John's currently asleep on his fake tractor and snoring very loudly. Maybe his wife would bring him some lemonade.

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

His wife did come by. But she wasn't so much in the mood to bring him lemonade. "Husband! Why are you not farming so that we made feed our 16 children?"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Our sixteen children may eat when I am done with my nap," Farmer John said, glancing at her. "Why have you not started laundering my clothes?"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"Our sixteen children shall not be able to eat if we make no money from your farming! Woe! Woe for our starving children!" Katara replied. She stopped to remember her next line "And because you are wearing your clothes. There can be not laundering while you are wearing them."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'll farm when I wanna farm....Wilma Lou," John said, making a name up for her. "I'm the man and I'll remove my clothing when I'm good and ready. Go milk a cow."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"We sold the cow!" Wilma Lou said. "Have you been hitting the sauce again?" She glared at him. "And don't you remove those clothes near me. There'll be no child number 17."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"We sold the cow?" John frowned. "When did we sell the cow? You sold the cow without my permission! You're grounded!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"You can't ground me! I'm your wife!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm the man," John said and thumped his oh so manly chest. "I do what I want. When was the cow sold? Why was I not told?"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"The children needed clothes! You told me to stop bothering you and figure it out. Sheesh."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"That cow was my best friend!" John cried. "You told my best friend!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"You told me I was your best friend!"

Katara was doing the impression of a nagging wife disturbingly well.

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John made a face. "You're my second best friend," he said. "Behind the cow."

And the tractor but John wasn't saying that.

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John waggled a finger at Dawn. "You're not dating till you're your mother's age! And that's means not until your OLD!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn pouted. "There's nobody good to date around here anyway."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"Which is as it should be! You're far too young to date," Katara said. "You should get married and have babies instead."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," John said in agreement. "Your mother and I want grandchildren! At least twenty. You'll have to start eating a lot. Your hips will never fit a child like that."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

First thing Dawn did was to twist around and try to look at her own rear end. "My hips will bear just as many children as I want them to, and not one more. But probably not any, because my love for the bagpipes overcomes all."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

Katara smoothed down her costume over her hips. "My hips are not big! And, Daughter, you can call it a bagpipe if you want to. Thankfully most don't make that horrid noise though."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I like big butts and I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny," John said perfectly calmly. "Baby got back!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

"Why husband, you say the sweetest things."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

And that's when John did the moonwalk. "See, dearest wife, I'm doing our mating dance!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn hid behind the tractor. "Don't mind me! Nobody here but us tractors!"

Re: Act III [Cast]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Daughter, come out and face your loving parents," John called. "We just want what's best for you."

Re: Act III [Cast]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"How is seeing you doing your mating dance what's best for me?" She yelled back.