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MSND [slowplay]

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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Pippi stomps in behind him. She seems... Grouchy...

Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;

Four nights will quickly dream away the time;

And then the moon, like to a silver bow

New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night

Of our...

She suddenly smiles a slow sly smile.

... solemnities.

Alanna comes from backstage still in her usual garb, having pushed away all efforts to make her over.

Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my child:
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke,
Be it so she; will not here before your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.

Hyppolita looks at her husband to be so that she may get a good view of his reaction.

And his answer better be good.

Nadia followed vaguely behind Alanna, mostly through sheer force of will, since the voice in her head wanted to keep playing with the rowdy fairies backstage.

She couldn't convince herself that she wasn't supposed to be facing BACKWARDS, though.

Glitter! crowed the voice. and the pretty lady!

"Turn around and say your line!" Hyppolita hissed.

What's going on? Shut up, I'm in charge here!

Hamlet looked up at Pippi from where he'd been playing with the sleeves of his jacket. Maybe it would look better in a lighter colour?

"Hmm? Oh, right.

" What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
To you your father should be as a god;
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax
By him imprinted and within his power
To leave the figure or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman."

Blair sauntered onstage and sidled up to Nadia and gave Pippi an appreciative leer.

Hyppolita leered right back.

Possibly winked and licked her lips as well.

Say your line, say your line, say your line,

what?

Your. Line. Theseus just asked what we have to say about our father wanting us to marry someone we don't want to marry. So we tell him we like Lysander.

the mean guy?

. . .

Yes.

Nadia pouted and pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a POP!

"Demetrius is a doody head."

In her head, Nadia facepalmed like never before.

Outwardly, she pouted even more and glared and finally, haltingly said
"So i' Lysander."

Doody head!

Hamlet giggled just a bit at Nadia's line, and then noticed everyone staring at him again. He blushed, and sputtered out his line.

"In himself he is;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier."

Nadia had been turning slowly in circles after she gave her line. She absently called her next one over her shoulder, stated in a way that made it obvious she had no idea what she was saying.

"I would my father look'd but wiff my eyes."

Hamlet suddenly noticed how pretty everyone else's costumes were. He wished that he had been given a nice costume too so that he could be a sparkly ~~princess~~ Duke. He calls out to Nadia to try and get her to pay attention to him again.

"Rather your eyes must with his judgment look."

Nadia took a long, deep breath, and turned to look at the pretty princess Duke. And blew a raspberry.

No, dammit, say your line!

but it's long an' I'm bored an' I wanna play!

Say it and I'll . . . give you a cookie.

"I do entrea' yuh grace t' pardon me.
I know not by wha power I am made bold,
Nor how i' may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here to plead my foughts;
But I beseek your grace vat I may know
Ve worst vat may befall me in vis case,
If I refuse t' wed Doodyhead."

Blair watched everyone else but Nadia leave the stage. As Pippi went past, he felt a pinch on his butt and he grinned as he watched her walk off.

It was a good view.

But he finally cleared his throat and spoke in a growly low voice.
"Ay me! for aught I could ever read,
could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood."

Nadia made a face at Blair and played with her skirt some more.

"O cross! too high to be enfrall'd to low."

Then she stuck her fingers back in her mouth.

Blair made a scary face back at Nadia and growled.

"Or else mis...uh...giraffed in respect of years,-"

Nadia whimpered at the scary face and started to bawl again.

Oh come on! Stop crying!

he scareded me!

He's a wimp, really, he's just playing, just say your line.

Nadia sniffled and hiccuped.

Stop it. He's just being . . . he's just being silly. He's really nice. Really.

Nadia abruptly stopped crying.

kay,

"O sprite! too old to be engaged to young!"

I'm thirsty

Nadia mentally face palmed again.

Blair didn't notice the crying as he was too busy trying to look past the stage lights to see if there were hot girls in the audience.

"Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-"

He pointed at a what he thought might be a pretty girl in the audience and blew her a kiss.

The silly!scary!mean!boy wasn't paying attention to her! Bad silly!scary!mean!boy!

Nadia started jumping up and down in front of Blair, trying to block his sight and get him to look at her.

"O hell! O hell! Ohellohellohellohell--"

Say. The. Line!

"O hell! to choose love by another's eyes!"

Blair got very distracted by the jumping up and down Nadia. Mostly around the chest-type-area.

"Uh...or, if ther were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Breast-"

He laughed and shook his head. "I mean Brief.
Brief as the lighting in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
and ere a man hath power to say 'behold!'
the jaws of darkness do devour it up:
so quick bright things come to confusion."

Blair shook his head and muttered, "Confusion is right...I need a drink."

Callisto swaggered onto the stage, hips swaying from side to side.

Actually come to think of it, her hips weren't the only thing swaying.

Nadia kept bouncing around on the stage, her back to the audience, trying to get Callisto's attention on her now, as well as Blairs.

"God speed fair Helelelelelelenininina! whiver away?"

"Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!"

Grinning doofily Callisto flung her arms around Nadia.

"Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;"

Callisto turned Nadia's face towards hers.

"My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."

Nadia grinned doofily up at Callisto. "You're preeeeeeetty."

That's. Not. The. Line.

but I'm booooooo-oooooooooored!

Say it, and you get ice cream.

"I frown upon him, yet he loves me still!"

I want mangostrawberrypeanutbuttericecream!

"" Callisto leant in closer.

Oh, gods, please tell me Angel isn't watching this.

What? Doesn't he like girlkissy?

NO! NO GIRLKISSY!

You're no fun.

"O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!"

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