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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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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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"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?"

"Thy shape would be pleasing to me even though you wore the form of a tree-limb insect, my liege, and had dropped me in the body of one of those snake-hunting rat-creatures that dot the sunlit plains of Africa. As well and truly you know." Niall smiled with Xander's mouth as he took her hands. "But thy taste for beauty in the human form is, as ever, in keeping with mine."

Her smile became even more amused, and then wicked, and she held him out at arm's length to study him. "Ludicrous garments; and yet they are lovely on you. My steed has an eye for aesthetics, whatever her other failings." She smiled and squeezed his fingers, then laced hers with his. "And how goes your host? Puck has spent some moments subduing his mount. The others seem well. Doth he sleep?"

'No, he damn morewhodding well does not sleep!' Xander tried to say, but nothing made it out of his mouth, and even in his head, all that penetrated the blanket of green was eep!. And Niall laughed at him. Tolerantly, which made it worse.

"He bides awake, and rails amusingly at his plight, but is undamaged by it."

"Good. We have an honored guest here tonight." Titania kept her voice low. "Dream watches our revels. He has agreed to bide, but should these children suffer at our hands, I think he will break time and sovereign rule to thwart us. Have a care; I should not like the outcome, I think, were he to interfere."

"What plot is it of yours that he might break apart?" Niall asked her, his voice also low, mouth twitching into a grin. "You find me as ever your servant in all things, but I admit to curiosity at just what it is we play at here."

"To play the lover, in full sight of my husband, who plays at Oberon." Her lips turned up in an evil smile. "He did start this shadow play; and if he does not like our mouthing sweet nothings before a mortal world, he should have stayed within our realm. You need not fear him. You know you have Our protection." Her voice went commanding and regal.

Niall bit Xander's lip, his grin gone from tiny to wide. "I fear thy husband not, my lady, for ever you have had the better of him, king or no. But even if twere so and I did cower before his might, t'would be worth the risk for the sharing of thy company. We make our way through Master Will's fair tribute, then, in the faces of these children, until such time as that scene should appear?"

"Exactly," she purred. "You did ever know Our mind, Niall. And we keep within the bounds of courtesy, in sight of the human audience." She leaned forward, and bestowed a lingering, slow kiss upon his mouth. "What comes after, I leave to your memory and imagination."

"The last is boundless when it comes to you, lady," he assured her when she pulled away, his eyes alight with mischief, "and the first shall keep me warm company through the night, while I wait my turn to share the boards with you."

Titania smiled again, amused but becoming more remote, then said, "The show begins; our places we must take. What warm company we anticipate, will wait upon our privacy. Until then, Niall." She trailed her fingers up his bare arm, over his shoulder, then let them drop away as she departed.

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