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

[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.