MSND [slowplay]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

The sets are up, the house lights are dimmed, and the play is ready to begin.



[Actual production will be SP'd here. There will be an audience post tomorrow night, so the audience can react to what's going on onstage then. Have fun, go nuts, guys. Chat room is: MSND, but I have school and won't be on until tonight or so. Outline. Please use the scripts you were emailed. Important: DO NOT SKIP AHEAD IN THE PRODUCTION. THERE ARE EVENTS PLANNED OKAY I LIED. Please just post Acts I-III for right now, as there is something planned to happen at the end of Act III. Please just check in on this post to check for a cue.]

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Just before curtain

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Something...strange happens to members of the cast.

Re: Just before curtain

[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Allie was standing in the wings with Molly and Lana.

"Are you guys nervous?" she asked.

Re: Just before curtain

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Terrified," Lana said. "Plus, I just feel... weird. Like something's not quite right."

Re: Just before curtain

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"I'm nervous to get started." Molly paused and rubbed her arms. "My skin feels tingly."

Re: Just before curtain

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was standing at the edge of the stage, waiting for her cue and reciting her lines to herself in her head to make sure she remembered them, when she felt a strange . . . shiver run over her.

Then she stuck the middle two fingers on her left hand into her mouth and played with her skirt with her right hand.

Wait, what?

Re: Just before curtain

[swerval_zero]

Zero froze. This felt...vaguely familiar. Except whatever was in her head? Definitely not the Library.

"Who are you? I'm Puck? No, I'm Puck. I'm afraid you are sorely mistaken. I'm Puck. No, I'm--oh, this is stupid. Look, I don't give a squall who you are, get out of my head. That's not going to happen. How are you even talking? I should have complete control. I'm stubborn? I--why can't I move? There we go, that's better. Do be quiet, I have to remember the lines."

Re: Just before curtain

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was taking deep breaths, getting ready, concentrating on her lines and her blocking, and

Ahhhh.

Titania turned cold eyes on her courtiers. "Take your places, fairies. We come to give them a play, not to play the fool."

The HELL is this?!

Quiet, child.

I am not a child!

You are not a Queen. Move aside.

Oh, no way!

You have no choice.

"Puck, what difficulty is this?" Titania scanned the players around her, and shook her head. "Does your host contend with you?"

Re: Just before curtain

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream raised his eyebtrows, watching the action.

He had an odd feeling of deja vu.

But he often felt that way anyhow.

Still, there was something new about Miss Parker ... something that was not-new.

Re: Just before curtain

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is waiting for the curten to go up so she can go out on stage and get this party started.

She thinks she catches something out of the corner of her eye.

Re: Just before curtain

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia spotted Pippi and started over, wanting to warn her that something really weird was going on.

Of course, the toddler in her head had other ideas.

"You pretty," Nadia said, smiling around the two fingers that seemed to now be permanently stuck in her mouth.

Oh god, she had a baby in her head.

Noooooooooo, I'm a big girl!

Right. Of course you are. A very big girl.

Re: Just before curtain

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi looked up at Nadia.

"Thank you Nadia. Like I said you look very nice..."

Go look in a mirror girl, I want to see what I have to work with!

"Too..." she finished slowly.

Pippi looked around trying to figured out where the voice was comming from.

Are ya daft girl? You're not gonna find a mirror up there are ya?"

"Uhhhhh..."

Great you ARE daft... Why is it so hard for me to take control then?

Re: Just before curtain

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair bounced back and forth backstage and grinned, muttering his first line over and over. "Ay me! for aught that I could ever read..."

He shuddered and shook as something different settled in his brain. He stopped bouncing and slouched looking around. "I never learnt to read...but I know one thing for damn sure...there's some good lookin broads 'round here!"

Re: Just before curtain

[nadiathesaint]

It seemed Nadia was making a circuit around the backstage. At bouncy speed.

She had managed to yank the right half of her skirt up to her shoulder. She screeched to a stop when she spotted Blair.

Oh no. Nonononononono. You are NOT going over to talk to Blair.

He pretty!

NoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!

Nadia bounced up right in front of Blair and tilted her head, fingers STILL stuck in her mouth.

Re: Just before curtain

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair looked her up and down and grinned nastily. "Hey there pretty lady, nice legs ya got on ya."

Re: Just before curtain

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto raised an eyebrow at Blair. "I know Lysander's not much for the bouncing, but broads?"

Re: Just before curtain

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Daaaaaaamn!" Blair walked in a slow circle around Callisto. "How bout me and you skip this whole theater nonsense and put on a little play of our own?"

Re: Just before curtain

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

It felt like there was something... in the back of his neck.

Something that told him that, damn it, this place needed order. What were all these people doing just "milling" around?

"Quiet!" he whispered loudly, spit flying everywhere. "The audience can hear you!!"

Re: Just before curtain

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"They can hear you too Ballagio" Hyppolita snarked back at him.

Re: Just before curtain

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth had intended to just take it easy backstage. Perhaps scheme his evil schemes in the dark while he waited for his scene. He had his script in one hand, and a twinkie in the other, and he was good to go.

Except, something just didn't feel right.

It wasn't the sort of "not right" that one felt after eating rancid pizza... and it wasn't even the same "not right" that he used to feel when the Lady insulted his manhood. This was more of a "dealing with something way out of your league, Macky-B" kind of not right.

And he had half a mind to get up and run away.

Except that he was far too busy staring in horror at the twinkie in his hand.
"Zees snack food, eet eez no good! Just imagine vat eet weel do to my precious waistline!? And what am I doing vith zees script? I am far too talented to waste my time with scripts!"

And to his chagrin, the twinkie met a swift death underfoot as he tore a few pages from his script and tossed it aside in disgust.

Re: Just before curtain

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek didn't feel anything strange, really, but to all appearances, a deep, oily blackness flowed across his eyes, swallowing the pupils. Sort of creepy, really.

Re: Just before curtain

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's pants squeaked. And covered absolutely nothing, despite the lack of fresh air involved. Xander's shirt, on the other hand, being entirely nonexistant, did not squeak and covered the fresh air angle nicely except for where NOT because it was a leather vest and oh dear god was it too late to sneak back into the dressing room and pay someone he trusted to spray-wash this stuff off him, with acid if necessary? Probably yes, since there was the whole problem of locating someone he trusted for that particular project. Why did this school have no blind students again?

Walk, squeak. Walk, squeak. Try to take a deep breath, regret it. Try not to look in any available mirrors at whatever Parker had done to his face, mostly succeed. Try not to futz with the clip-on ear stud even though it itched, mostly succeed. Walk, squeak. Walk, squeak. Die a little inside, yis.

And then... the squeaking stopped. He stopped.

Don't shuffle, boy; the man makes the clothes. Walk as if you're proud of what you carry and they won't talk back to you. The voice was calm, amused, and male. And in his HEAD.

No. No: N, comma, O. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! Not for rent! No ghosts, no hyenas, no soldiers, no--

Those who don't want to waste our patience call us Fair Folk, and you already tread down the wrong and squeaking road on that issue. Hush and down with you; I've things to do, boy.

Not with my body, you don't! Who the fu--

Still thy clucking tongue. Should you require a name to blame your misfortunes on when I am gone, Niall an Glas will do. We pass off our true names not lightly, and not to such as you.

To which Xander Harris, which is as good as you get, says 'bite me, dude' and get out of my HEA--

Silence, easily breakable one.

And Xander was, in fact, silent. Even in his head. Like a heavy pile of dark green velvet had been tossed on top of him, and he couldn't see anything, could barely breathe, let alone bitch. This didn't exactly quell the urge to panic and flail, though. Which he did. Silently. Rather desperately, because Xander Harris did not like being possessed. It always led to badness. Let me go, you motherfrakkin' green son of a blind and hygenically-challenged bezoar... he managed to spit out from his mental cocoon.

Enough, child. The pressure on him lightened for a moment; the voice seemed less impatient, more amused again. Your tongue fights well, but you cannot win in this. There are better uses for it, and for my time, little as is like to be of it in this realm. I have nothing purposed that will make you wish to burn your form when it's returned to you. As your people say, sit back and enjoy the ride; I shall-- And there was laughter as something poked into places that if they weren't mental, would have Xander sputtering and slapping somebody's hands. --steer you round the curves.

Oh, because that was a reassuring phrase to pick.

But with it, the velvet fell on Xander again, though not as heavily - he could see and hear, just couldn't push out enough effort to speak, even in his head.

And now to find my queen - for true we'd not be here if she weren't at quits with him again, and those moments fly too fast away for my liking.

The voice wasn't talking to Xander, more to itself, he was pretty sure. Not like it was an issue, since he couldn't talk back. Which, promises of doing nothing he'd regret in the morning or not, pretty much meant he was in the special Xander Harris version of hell. Choosing not to talk? One thing. Having somebody else choose it for him? He'd have more than a few choice words, if he actually had any choice.

Especially when the smuggy green asshole stalked across the stage towards Parker, wearing Xander's body and somebody else's leather, and didn't squeak. Whoremodder!

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Re: Just before curtain

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"My sweet friend." Titania held out her hands to Niall, and tilted her head. "Like you well, our choice for tonight?" The smile she gave him was amused, admiring, and tinged with mockery, but of the proceedings, not the individual before her. "And what say you of the shape I wear?"

Re: Just before curtain

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Totally nervous about wearing a skirt... er... kilt...and nothing else, Lee wanders backstage thinking about his lines and wondering where Sam was and if he could possibly run into her before he had to go on stage. So hung up on his daydreaming that he walked straight into a black wall (hey, it was dark backstage). And fell over on his ass (kilt flying up over his head) and all he could see was blackness.

Re: Just before curtain

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

He arrives in stealth, a form slinking out of the shadows to stare at this boy, this creature on the ground.

Oberon is not amused.

"So you are the lowly human to play the commander of all beasts, the master of things magical, the king of the fairylands?" he whispers slowly, his cape dragging behind him. "Well, who am I to let you do this, creature of a far away land?" he continues before sliding slowly into the human's form, filling every physical space and craddling the human soul into a deep, deep sleep.

He stands and flexes, rolling his head back gently and then snapping to attention, seeing the world through human eyes.

This shall be fun, he thinks. Let the games begin.

Re: Just before curtain

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet breathed deeply back stage and tried to collect himself before the show started. Theatre was one of his dearest loves, and he wanted to do this well. He ran over his lines and his cues in his head, because even if this "Shakespeare" playwright was a plagiarist who wrote unduly complicated dialogue, he was going to do this right. After all, playing a Duke should be fairly easy when one is already a Prince, shouldn't it?

He felt a sudden cold settle in the back of his head and tried to shake it off, but the shaking just seemed to settle a fog over his mind. He felt ... cheerful. A prince? Oooh, how shiny! He should get a pretty cape and a big horse and ride around saving pretty princesses. He giggled a bit at the idea and put down the script to do a little twirl. Plays were fun!

Somewhere underneath a part of him groaned and struggled to act with decorum, but it was quickly silenced. Why brood when you could play?