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School Auditorium: MSND Rehearsal (1-5 p.m. FST)

All members of the production got an email this morning telling them to report to the auditorium at 1 p.m. EST to rehearse acts I and II and the "extra" bits of the play. When they gather, they will find Dream sitting on the bare stage, looking rather impatient.

"You are here to rehearse the play. I believe you can manage that. If you are playing the Tooth Fairy,
Steve Austin, Jaime Sommers, Lobster, Drunken Pirate, Kickass Ninja or Chuck Norris, please report to the orchestra pit to discuss your roles with me. Otherwise, read through Acts I and II in their entirety."

That said, Dream moves to the orchestra pit and takes a seat. He may be waiting for the student directors to join him.

[OOC: I'll be in and out today -- please ping me in email or on AIM if you need me. Otherwise, this adventure is entirely Choose Your Own Crack. Cast list is here, whole play is here.]

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"To, "I do entreat your grace to pardon me," Dream answered.

[OOC: Hope you didn't mind me reading for you -- I just wanted to get the rehearsal started.]

"Ah, thank you." He flips through the script until he gets to the right part.

"Either to die the death or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness."

[OOC: Nah, no prob. I'm not usually around until the evenings, so that's fine.]

Pippi decides that it's a good thing the Duke and Hyppolita are not married yet or there'd be no solemnities tonight as a result of that little speach.

Nadia's expression went from shocked to angry to determined.

So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

Blair rushed in and spoke breathlessly.

You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

Looking around he groaned. "Oops...spoke too soon, didn't I?"

Nadia smiled. "A little bit. But rushing to a girl's rescue isn't a bad thing."

"Like you need to be rescued!" Blair grinned and winked. "But I'm here, fair Hermia to rescue you from your life of...of...actually, besides this whole marriage problem, life isn't that bad for you."

Nadia curtseyed slightly. "Thank you, fair Lysander. It's the thought that counts."

Blair tilted his head. "Do I count as fair? Maybe you should call me hunky Lysander...or strikingly handsome Lysander? I need to get that leg up on Demetrius!"

"'Strikingly handsome' isn't very Shakespeare-ish, I don't think," Nadia said. "And neither is 'hunky'. But Lysander is way better than Demetrius already, so you don't have anything to worry about."

"Hmmm...I might have to come up with a compliment that's more Shakesperean." Blair grinned. "Good, I'm glad you think so. I was worried that my Lysander came off a bit ~~short~~ dorky."

"Nonono." Nadia tilted her head. "Besides, I like dorky."

Then she blushed.

Blair grinned and blushed. "Really? That's...cool."

"So," Nadia said, looking for a change of subject. "Where's Demetrius?"

"Logan?" Blair looked around. "I'm not sure, but I just got here. Was he here earlier?"

"I haven't seen him."

"Me either." Blair shuffled his feet a little and flailed for a topic of conversation.

"So...um..bears?"

"Bears!" agreed Nadia. "They're . . . furry."

"Yup!" Blair nodded and made a scary face. "And grrrr..."

Nadia hooked her fingers into claws. "Argggghhh."

Blair clawed back at her for a minute, grinning.

"So...you excited about classes starting again?" He kicked himself mentally. Why was it always so hard to talk to Nadia?

"As long as the shop doesn't go crazy again and try to kill us, yeah." Nadia shrugged. "But I could live without Chemistry. Um, you?"

"Good luck on that shop thing. I'm excited to see how I did on midterms, plus I like classes."

"So do you need help in Chemistry or anything? I've been trying to get a tutoring program off the ground."

"I don't know, I guess so. I just can't seem to concentrate on it."

Why did she always feel dumb when she was talking to Blair?"

"I'd be happy to help you with it. I'm sure you know the material, maybe you just don't see it as being fun!" Blair grinned and bounced. "I could come up with a couple ideas and we could do some experiments after class or something!"

He paused and looked down at the floor. "Or I could find another tutor for you if you'd like. Whatever."

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