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School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

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.]

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John does his best not to stare. Really. He takes the petticoat and blows his nose, a big honking sound. And again.

"Thanks! What with the weather change, and my hay fever, feels like I'm coming down with something," he said theatrically. "I hope I'm not sick."

Annette refrains from smacking her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, so she just sort of bites really hard on her bottom lip.

"Maybe you should get away from me?" she says politely as she could while managing to move a few feet from him. She would run, if she had to. Monkey and all, you know? And eeek! Her gown was drooping, dang heavy velvet!

"Lala..."

"But what if I use up all this handkerchief thingie? Then I'll be nuthing but a snotty monkey," he declares.

"Then I'll give you more." She turned and started to walk away from the sneezing monkey cause ew. "For now I think you should just go away and leave me alone. I'm clean. I'm pretty. I don't want your snotstuff on me. I have to...find...something."

"What do you need to find? Maybe I could help," he said, sneezing.

"Oh, no. Thank you kind talking monkey creature. I know where it is, this thing I have to find. You just go on now, about your business. Shoo shoo." Annette lifted her gown and made a show of walking quickly away from the moneky, around the stage.

Monkey!John followed her. "But I wanna heeeelp!"

"No! Stay back. You can't help me; it only takes one person to find what I need." she moved faster and slipped her hand down the front of her gown to grab her big long rubber banana.

John chased her as she brandished her big yellow rubber banana ~~not dirty~~

She whipped that rubber banana around and tried to smack him in the face with it! "My name is Serendipity! And I'm...a yellow banana wielding maiden! Stand back you evil stinky, snotty, creature of the forrressst!"

John sneezed as she whacked him in the head with it. "Oh, dude! SOrry."

"Ohmigod! Snot!" She flails around and does not try to wipe it off. "Get if off! Get it off!"

"Aaaah! Sorry!" He chases her and tries to wipe it off.

She tripped over her long gown and falls backward on the stage. Totally not planned but ew, snot. "Ewwww! Get it off! You've given me monkeypox! Monkeypox! Whatever am I to do now?"

John tried to catch her. There may have been the telltale sound of fabric ripping, or it could have just been the sound of john's fur-covered thighs rubbing together as he sprinted to catch her.

"Ohmigod!" His hand fisted in the bodice of her gown and though his intentions were pure for such a sneezily icky monkey looking thing, she heard and felt her gown give way as she fell back on the stage.

"What? What? Holy crap!"

"Argh! Sorry!" John tried to help keep it together, and accidentally stepped on the train trailiy part of the dress.

"What kind of monkey are you!? Now Diego will never want me! My own true love," Annette cries and cries and flails her arms, as he tried to bring her gown together that was ripped halfway down. "Get off the train! It's pretty dammit!" She goes to thwap him upside the head with her rubber banana.

John gets hit with the giant yellow rubber ~~marital aid~~ banana and falls backwards, trying not to get caught up further in her dress.

There's more ripping.

"For crying out loud!" As he fell backwards, he pulls on her train with his feet and tears the gown completely away at the seam where her waist is. Fear not though, there are a couple layers of gleaming white petticoats.

Annette? Did feel bad though that she had smacked him and scrambled up to try and help him from hitting the stage. She grabbed onto his calves, which probably wasn't smart.

And there was even more ripping.

And that's when John started wearing less of a monkey's outfit as Annette pulled his legs off. Well, sorta. She skinnned the John!Monkey from just below his boxers on the one side to just above on the other, with a jagged tear in the cloth and tendrils hanging down. The front was a bit longer than the back, thankfully.

"Oh my god." John flailed more, which probably wasn't good for him, Annette, or the costuming department.

"Ohmigod! Sorry!" Annette was flailing but trying desperately to keep in with the script.

"Serves you right monkey boy leg thing with boxers!" She grabbed her rubber banana even as she tried to get up off the floor. There was too much material and it made her progress hard. "Help me monkeyman!"

John tried to help her up while not being all, y'know, showing off his own banana. Thatw ould be wrong. And detenty. He tries grabbing her arm...

With his help, she came to her feet and kicked at her ruined ripped gown. Or what was left of it. Then she sneezed.

"You gave me monkeypox. Shame on you. Diego will not want me now." She thwaped him with the banana again.

"Dude! Personal space! Keep your banana to yourself!" John covers, turns, and hastily buttons the fly of his boxer to keep his own non-rubber banana from gracing the stage in an undoubtedly impressive cameo role. "You're still hawt. He'll dig ya."

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