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: ACT II, Scene I

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

He watches Her depart with narrowed eyes and then positions himself away from her, angled towards the audience as He hisses low, "Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove till I torment thee for this injury."

Cruelty is ever the easiest and fairest judgment of the fairy kingdom. The particular level of vengeance portrayed in this text written centuries ago paled to what He had done to his Queen and likewise to how She had punished Him through the years.

But the human mind, the treasure that it was, could not fathom the depths of the fairy mind.

"My gentle Puck, come hither," he says absently, half as a line and half as the true words he speaks almost daily. As Puck comes closer to him, he notes that the human must be struggling inside of him and a smile curves on his lips. How wonderful. Putting his arm around the girl, he speaks his plot with a joyous lilt in his deep voice, crashing through the young human male's vocal capacity.

"…Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, and drop the liquor of it in her eyes. The next thing then she waking looks upon, be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, or meddling monkey, or on busy ape, she shall pursue it with the soul of love: and ere I take this charm from off her sight, as I can take it with another herb, I'll make her render up her page to me," he says, a dreamy look in his eyes as he recalls her outrage at such similar incidents throughout the years. She belongs to Him and every dalliance, every change in affection will result in His vengeance.

He shakes himself out of his memory to the script as he remembers it. "But who comes here? I am invisible; and I will overhear their conference," he states, listening to the oncoming human actors and turning - quite truly - into an oak tree.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[fh_jackass]

There was a heavy pause, and then the creature dressed in Logan's body skittered out on stage.
"Do I entice you?" he gasped, eyes darting around. The words tumbled from his mouth as fast as he could shove them. "Do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth/ Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?"

He inched slowly towards the wings, waiting for his cue to leave.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Well, Oberon had at least tried to turn himself into a tree.

Something in the air kept him from using his powers to their full capacity. Grumbling, he grabbed some fake branches and held them strategically in a "I AM SO TOTALLY A TREE" pose. And he stared at the human creature that just bounded unto the stage. This was the human he was to trick into loving some bimbo with no backbone? Oberon sighed. Well, at least the human was rather cute. He adjusted one of the branches to get a better look.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

"Helelelena" giggled a little before speaking and leaned toward her Demetrius. "And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love,--
And yet a place of high respect with me,-- Than to be used as you use your dog?"

Somewhere deep inside, Callisto was screaming as she continued the argument with her would-be lover.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

If the lad playing the vengeful human lover was cute, the amazon playing the lovesick woman was 100% His Type. He stared in absolute shock at the lovely woman as the scene played out, not listening to the words or paying much attention to anything else. Her blonde tresses were stunning in the stage light and she had a grace to her that few humans had. Oh, goddess, he thought, forgetting himself as he drank in her image.

However, there was a play to continue as she left the stage. And his sweet Puck had arrived again, perfectly on cue.

" Welcome, wanderer! Hast thou the flower there?" he asked, dropping the branches to the ground and standing at attention.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Ay, there it is. Puck said, rolling his -- her? -- eyes a little at the banality of the scripted words.

He passed the plant to Oberon.

Re: ACT II, Scene I

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

His eyes gleamed. "I pray thee, give it me."

He took the flower and caressed a petal before placing it behind his ear. Putting his arm around Puck, he begun the beautiful speech about the place where Titania sleeps, "I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows…"

Easily, he told his henchman his plans and the next step in them – to help the lovesick amazon to her beloved Demetrius. It shamed him to speak the vague orders to Puck who would screw everything up, creating a hilarious comedic farce in the middle of his woods but he continued through the dialogue till his faithful servant departed.

Taking a moment to stare out into the audience, searching for a beautiful face framed with blonde hair. It took him only a few seconds to find and treasure it before leaving the stage himself.