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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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Negotiations with the mortal were not going well.

You will let me do part of this, or I'll scream and I'll scream and you'll never get through it all.

I could muffle you forever.

But you won't. The girl's knowledge of Dream was a sticking point. A pity she had not retreated, but there was little time for stronger measures now.

So again, the girl was allowed to walk onto the stage, to dance under the lights, then come to a halt.

"Come, now a roundel and a fairy song," and Titania took their/her voice back, turning to the transformed court. So far, they had held to her orders; but the temptations of this place, for mischief or merry-making, were beginning to call to them.

" Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats,"

And again, the thought: no one would mis a few of these infants--

No.Way. In. Hell.

The girl's fury on that point would not be gainsaid. Yet.

"--and some keep back
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits."

One of the better presents ever given her, this shadow play.

" Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices and let me rest."

Titania curled into the 'bed' they had laid for her, and closed her eyes with a smile.

And now, for amusement that Oberon would very much not approve....

Okay,what?

With stealth, he slinks onto the stage and slides alongside the "sleeping " Titania, placing a hand on her stomach, thumb caressing her through the leather. The human child is pretty, he thinks, more beautiful than most but colder than he likes. And not blonde. But he's not here to torment her anymore, but that all-too-familiar creature deep inside.

Leaning over her, he presses a light kiss on her cheek followed by her neck and then her lips as well, a seal of his love, albeit twisted.

"You dare take these liberties, within mortal sight?" Titania's fury radiates from her, despite her stillness, her closed eyes, and the softness of her voice, inaudible to all save him. "Oh, husband. You shall regret this deeply. And soon."

"" he breathes back almost inaudibly, deeply amused.

He pulls the flower from his ear and dramatically squeezes it over her eyelids, the very important plot point important for the audience to see while a true fairy would be far less Romantic in how he or she or it administered the juice of a magicked flower.

In a gentle, sing song, he gave the spell: " What thou seest when thou dost wake, do it for thy true-love take, Love and languish for his sake," and he caresses her hair as he whispers the poetic cruelty, "Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, pard, or boar with bristled hair, in thy eye that shall appear when thou wakest, it is thy dear."

He got to his feet and laughed merrily, his hands on his hips. "Wake when some vile thing is near,," he almost spat before sauntering off stage, a smile on his lips.

Blair swaggered on stage and yawned loudly, before sprawling on a fake hill.

"One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth."

He crooked a finger at Nadia and patted the ground next to him.

Nadia skipped over and sat down next to Blair. She hoped he was going to play with her because she was still bored.

No playing, you have a line.

But I don't wanna.

You're a big girl, aren't you?

She pouted but said her line.

"Nay, good Loserander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie furver off yet, do not lie so near."

"Can we play now?" she whispered.

Blair scooted closer to Nadia, slipping a hand behind her.

"O, take the sense, sweetheart, of my innocence!"
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit
so that but one heart we can make of it;
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie."

He growled low in his throat and whispered, "I for sure don't lie. I wouldn't mind lying next to that bosom of yours."

He wanted to take a nap? She hated naps.

But at least she didn't have to say any more stupid lines.

So Nadia laid down next to Blair and pretended to be asleep.

Puck meandered back out onstage, looking frustrated. Whether with Zero or the missing lovers, it was hard to know.

"Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy."

Puck froze. That...that had been the girl. And she'd definitely been feeling those words.

"Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid."

He squeezed the flower over the boy's eyelids, muttering, "Oi, don't kneel like that! They can see up my skirt!" He rolled his eyes as he finished his lines,

So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon."

Then he bounded to his feet and dashed offstage to find a quiet corner and explain to the girl why she couldn't kick the king of Fairy in the shins.

Callisto swaggered back onto the stage, she crooked her finger in Logan's direction. "Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius," she crooned.

"Stay!" He threw out a hand to keep her away and backed off. "- on thy peril. I alone will go!" He dashed offstage.

Blair rubbed his eyes and sat up, scratching a little and grinning over at Callisto.

"And run through fire I will for that sweet sake." He stalked closer, his hands ghosting close to her body as he spoke. "Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
that through thy bosom makes me see thy heart."

He glared offstage and growled a bit, the play was interrupting his quality bosom time.

"Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
is that vile name to perish on my sword!"

Callisto giggled.

"Do not say so, Lysander; say not so," she purred.
"What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
"Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content."

Somehow I doubt Shakespeare intended that as a come-on.

Would you just shut up?

No.

Blair leaned close, placing a hand on Callisto's waist.

"Content with Hermia! No; I do repent
the tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love:
who will not change a raven for a dove?"

Callisto grinned and started to lean towards Blair.

Okay. First, you're not supposed to like him and second, you have an exit now, moron.

I do?

Did you even bother to read the play before usurping my body? Off stage! OFF!

Callisto rolled her eyes and walked back offstage, Blair close behind.

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