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Rehearsal #2

The ~~Dean~~ Principal sits in the theater. The set has been built... they only await... a script.

[OOC: Not using this, but I thought you'd be amused]

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John signs and tries to blending into the walls because of omg solo!

Rory signed in and wondered if her lack of a part thus far meant that she wouldn't be in the pageant at all.

She could hope, right?

"Ms. Gilmore. I came up with a role for you. I think you'll be pleased."

Rory gulped. "Oh?"

"Yes." He hands her a script. (http://www.fandomhigh.com/6/nativityscene.htm) "You will be the Magical Christmas Tree."

Anakin dosen't snicker. At all. Really.

John totally laughs.

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Callisto signed in, a cold knot of fear growing in her belly.

When Jaye gets to the theater and sees Principal Bristow, the first words out of her mouth are "I know you asked me to see you in the theater but I can explain sir it was a gremlin."

"Of course. Sit down, Ms. Tyler. I have something in mind for you..."

Jaye sits down, wincing. She looks at her wrist to see whether or not the bite mark is still there. Of course it isn't. Wah.

"Is it going to be blue spandex?"

"Something a little more traditional than that, I think." He drops his voice so that only she can hear him, and explains her role.

Jaye goes pale when she hears her part. Very pale. We're talking white as the driven snow here.

"But..." she manages. "Gremlin..."

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Anakin signed in.

And prayed for death.

Not the kind doing the dance number, either.

Tick signed in while holding the same box he had last week. The contents were different, but with everything packed in so tight it would be hard to see what was in there.

Angel signed in. He looked around to see how the others were doing.

Anders signs in, fervently wishing he'd thought to rig those stable walls to fall and crush him when he built the frakking things on Saturday.

Bridge signs in.

Anders glares with frightening intensity at Bridge's neck.

Bridge looks at Anders, wide-eyed.

"Dude, you know if it were up to me the kiss wouldn't be in there, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not crazy enough to go after Principal Bristow."

Anders starts hitting himself in the head with his copy of the script. Less blood on the floor that way, really.

"Look at it this way... at least it's me, and not, like, some random dude?"

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