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School Auditorium: MSND rehearsal (4-7 PM FHT)

There are snacks and assorted beverages on a table to the side, and the house lights are up.

The stage lighting is still a little beyond Rory, so the simple overhead fluorescents will have to do for the day.

And by the door, there's a sign-in sheet.

Actors? Your stage awaits.

[~~If you comment before my OCD threads are up, I'll get Callisto to burninate you.~~ OCD is up! Comment away! And here is a helpful link to the full text of the play, and here is the cast list, which will be a bit revised today, yes.]

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Nadia shrugged.

And looked about for an escape route.

She really hoped Bridge figured out what was causing all this soon.

^"Huh." Blair shrugged and started singing. ^{"I'm a little teapot, short and stout, here is my handle, here is my..."} With a cough, he went back to his regular voice. "Spout!"

"Aww, man. I didn't even get to the pouring out part!"

"^{I'm sure}" Nadia cleared her throat. "I'm sure you'll get another chance."

There has to be another change of subject around here, somewhere. . . .

"Have you ever acted before?"

"Was that...um...you?" Blair blushed and looked up at the ceiling of the stage.

"Not really, nope."

"Was what me?" asked Nadia innocently. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"That whole..." Blair wondered if maybe the hair thing was hurting his brain. "Um, never mind."

Nadia looked at Blair with mock concern. "Okay,"

Yes! Got away with it!

Okay, there was a teeny bit of guilt over making Blair think he was imagining things . . . but that would soon fade, she was sure.

Blair nodded and sat on the edge of the stage, muttering quietly and trying to get his voice all high again.

Aaaaaaaany minute now the guilt would fade.

Didn't she lecture him for not being honest?

Aw, crap.

She went over and sat next to him.

"Yeah," she said. "It was me."

"The squeaky voice thing?" Blair looked up hopefully.

. . .

"Yes."

Blair thought for a minute. "Did it have anything to do with..." He waved his hands and bounced which in freshman sign language meant 'thing which we can't say outloud because it will lead to embarrasement and giggles'.

Nadia blushed furiously. "It's quite possibly the dumbest 'power' ever."

Blair nodded. "I have to admit that it seems...odd. But you're speaking to a guy who has bungy cord hair. I'm not exactly sure what the purpose of that power is either."

Nadia's hand twitched to spring one of Blair's curls, but she stopped it at the last moment. "I don't know, I think there's some uses there,"

Blair grinned and scooted closer to Nadia. "Go ahead, it doesn't hurt or anything."

Nadia couldn't help it. The sproingy hair was almost hypnotising. She pulled one out as far as it was go . . . which was really VERY far . . . and let go. It bounced across in front of Blair, then back to her, then in front of Blair several times before finally settling down.

"Wow. Does it still do that if you cut it?"

[ooc: ZOMG! Hairmodder! I'm telling!]

"I tried cutting it, the scissors just stretch it out and can't cut through." Blair shuddered briefly. "The guy at the clinic suggested lighting it on fire."

Nadia frowned. "Well, I've got that blow torch if you wanted to try it. I don't know if I would recommend that, though."

Blair clamped his hands over his head. "No way, man. My head is happy being fire-free!"

"Good plan." Nadia yawned, then clapped a hand over her mouth and blinked. "How long do you think rehearsal will take?"

Blair caught her yawn and yawned himself. "I'm not sure exactly, I think the email said till seven."

Which normally would not be late for her. Except she was on a big old lack of sleep and concussed.

"That's going to take forever!"

"Yeah, I was hoping to go to the self defense thing tonight if they were having it." Blair looked around. "This is all sort of chaotic."

"Oh yeah, self defense. I usually go," she shrugged. "But it probably isn't such a good idea today."

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