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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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.