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MSND [slowplay]

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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"No."

"Unfortunately, you do not know zee talent when eet ees right in front of your face, zen. Sad, really."

There was a little more hair primping. There was a little bit of swearing going on in the back of Macbeth's head.

~~The mun cringed some more at using his name in a theatre.~~

"Indeed." she responded flatly.

"Talent for what exactly?"

"ACTING!" came the passionate reply. "Zee theatre! Vhat else would I be talking about?"

There was a long, scrutinizing look at the girl before ~~her~~ him, before the hair primping ceased and the arms were crossed in front of ~~her~~ his chest instead.

"Or do you doubt my superior acteeng skill?"

An eyebrow is raised, hands are placed on hips.

"Do you even know what your part is?"

....

And there was a long pause.

"I... I am..."

Philostrate, ye daft ninny.

"I, Pirouette, am playing see role of Philostrate! I am zee star!"

I've never been posessed before, but I'll have to admit, I never expected it to be by someone so... so... ... Just get out of me head, woman! I have no place for ye in here!

"Pirouette." Said Fairy Adella pinching the bridge of her ~~mount's~~ nose.

"What play do you think we're doing?"

"It doesn't matter vat play ve are dooink! All that matters is zat I am i it!"

Ye know, ye would be better off if he hadn't RIPPED MUH SCRIPT, woman!! And we're doing some play by some man named Shakespeare. Awful writer, nothing in this show makes anuh sense.

Fairy Pirouette was too busy posing like a ninny to pay much attention to Macbeth's nattering or Fairy Adella's little gesture.

Wow, she's pretty stupid.

"No kidding." muttered Adella to nobody in particular, or at least nobody that anybody else could see.

"If you don't know the play, then you don't know your lines... Or your queues... And if you don't know those, then you won't be able to play your part, and if you can't play your part then your incredible... talent," she said through gritted teeth, "will be missing from the play and the play will be ruined. Do you hear me?"

She made a grab for Pirouette's shirt to pull her up close.

HEY! Be careful with other people! You'll hurt them!

"Shut up!" she growled, then composed herself.

"And if the play is ruined, it will be your fault and the QUEEN will be very upset... You remember our Queen don't you? Tall lady? Green skin? Married to the King?"

~~Sorry for the double post. Firefox acting up.~~

Pirouette's only reason for not shreiking like a little girl was the fact that she was afraid she would be heard out in the audience. But as it stood, she wasn't terribly fond of being held up by the shirt, either. This ... this ingrate had the nerve to threaten HER? And on top of it all, she was wrinkling her costume!
Her agent would be hearing about this!

"I veel know my lines for my cue, I assure you." She pulled away and smoothed out her shirt. "I 'ave been acting for a very long time. I know vhat I am dooink."

I dunnae think ye have a clue, lass. Why not pick up what's left of me script and then ye can--

"Shush, yuu."

~~Quite alright. Happens to everyone now and again.~~

She's not going to know what to do is she?

No.

Poor Thane.

You, lass, are an idiot. There's no way ye can go onstage without even knowing what the show is, and expect to go offstage again without making an arse out of... ME!

I, the great Pirouette, know what I am doing!

.... Do you want me to feed ye me lines, then?

...

Hamlet spies ~~her~~ his cast mates behind the backstage. Letting out a giggle, he skips over to where they are.

"You guys ready for the next bit? I'm kinda nervous."

Fairy Pirouette gave Hamlet a pat on the head and a proud smile.

"I alvays know vhat I am dooink!" she said with a nod of her head.

Bullshi-

"There is no need to be nervous, not with me onstage vith you!"

Because I'll be feeding ye your lines. Some star.

"Pippi" rolls her eyes.

Hamlet looks suitably impressed.

"Wow, you must be really good. I've just been getting the lines from him--" She points to his head. "-- 'cause he's learned 'em all. Did you know I picked a prince for my host? Isn't that romantic? I bet he's got a castle and a ballroom and sweeps pretty princesses off their feet and everything!"

"How nice for you." she said dryly...

"He is rather handsome though."

Hmm, maybe it isn't a total wash.

"Oui, oui, 'ee ees quite impressive. The von zat I took seems to seenk zat 'ee ees some sort of king."

Somewhere in the back of his own head, Macbeth really wanted to kick himself in the shin for that one.

I'm a pirate!

Fairy Adella sighed.

"Mine's a... Pirate."

As was possibly evident by the skull and cross-bones all over the sheer lacy shrug she wore over a leather corset.

"Oooh, a pirate. Like with swords and ships and pretty hair and stuff?"

He sighs.

"I wish I got to wear a pretty dress like yours. Then I could twirl and be all sparkly!"

Somewhere deep down in his mind, Hamlet adds whatever is possessing him to his Things To Kill list.

She likes my hair?

Never mind. This is a wash.

Huh?

"Yes. That is a shame..."

"I must agree. Zese costumes, zey are terrible! Look at vhat I am wearink!"

This is how I always dress, woman!

"Terrible!"

"Perhaps it would have worked better if you had not possessed a boy."

I would I also had not selected a whelp of a girl still wet behind the ears...

Hey, I didn't pick you either lady.

Quiet you.

Pirouette sniffed indignantly.

"Zis one vas all zat vas left vhen I got here."

Macbeth was also quite insulted by this.

Ye posessed me because I was the last option!?

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