fandomhigh | 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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Annette blinked. She stood still watching John with a mixture of amusement and awe. The leaping would have been pretty cool but the landing squelched that almost immediately.

"Hey! Monkey dude!" She called out, walking slowly over to John. "You uh, okay and everything?" Cause she was going to sit on him if he attempted to move.

John flailed a bit. "Ow. That was completely planned. Ow. Just ask my stunt coordinator." He didn't know about Annette planning on sitting on him, but he was figuring that the less time he ~~sat~~ lay there, the less time Annette was walking around in her skivvies. He's trying not to look as he tries to get up.

"Monkeys do not have stunt coordinators, monkeything." She looked over at the audience and grinned, then she looked back at the monkeyman that was trying to get up and possibly run for his very life.

Annette deftly lifted her foot, planting it smack down on his chest, pressing firmly. She did not, however, press her heel in. She didn't actually want to hurt him or anything.

And leaning over, she said as she poked his chin with the tip of the rubber banana, "You are going no where."

JOhn facepalmed in order to NOT stare at Annette, who's looming over him like a sexy loomy thing. "Okay, ya got me. You can go get the law after me for ruining your date with Diego. Or Javier. Or whatever."

"Diego," she said proudly then sneezed. "Ooh, this stupid monkeypox!" Raising up, she kept her foot on his chest, and looked around.

"Where is the sheriff anyhow? He should be hunting you like the hunting thing you are and why are you covering your eyes? Stop it. If you are covering your eyes then I can't see where you are looking and take note of any willy thoughts you might be having."

John opens his eyes, and tries his best not to look at Annette. If she doesn't notice, then who's to say he's gonna notice?

Oh. Right. That.

She leans over again and whispers, "What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth or something?"

"I'll tell you later. Just... get me offstage. Or get yourself offstage."

She frowned and whispered even softer-er, "That's kind of diry sounding, especially coming from a monkey. You know I once saw that at the zoo? I was like, okhmigod mom, what's he doing?"

John facepalmed. Violently brought his hands up to his face, covering his eyes. "Very dirty."

"Well, I was kind of like ew, but whatever floats your boat, you know?" She raised back up and grinned over at the audience then looked back down at the monkeyman.

"What a puny monkey you are and here I am just a fair maiden with monkeypox. And I still rule!"

John groaned. Apparently, a Victory Stance involves heel being dug in. He winced. "Ow. Heel."

"Ohh! Geeze. Right. Sorry." Annette moved her foot immediately. "But don't you go nowhere!"

"Only if you leave to get justice for giving you the monkeypox." Still facepalming.

"I can't leave. I am supposed to be waiting for my true love." She thinks.

"Well, crap. Maybe he's not supposed to see you yet cuz it's a whole Romeo and Juliet type thing?" He starts to get up.

Annette gasps, "You can't leave! Monkeyman!"

"You can't stay! You'll get more monkeypoxeded!"

"And where are you going if you go? You can't very well climb any trees!"

"I sure can! You just watch me!"

She gasped and made to move after him if he thought to get away.

John scambled (limped) to the prop tree and started to climb up.

Annette tried to catch up but he started up without her. Luckily cheerleading gave her great jumping abilities cause that's exactly what she did. She jumped up and was able to grab his ankle.

"Sheriff! Sheriff! I got the Monkeysnot! I got him! Get down here Monkeysnotter!" And she yanked hard.

John didn't have as firm a grasp as he thought, and was pulled down a branch, which caught more of the lack-of-costume and ripped it a bit up the side, and whapped a branch at Annette.

She did not see that branch coming and it whapped her right in the forehead. "OW! You big meanie! Get down out of this tree right now!" She gave another firm yank on his ankle.