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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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Titania was lounging on her stomach now, the better to play with the donkey-face, and she too smiled in the direction of the missing players. Kissing the words to Niall, pouting out each syllable, she rose to her feet, trailing her hand along his shoulders, smiling as she traced patterns over the leather vest, and slowly drew him to his feet.

"Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no."

She pushed him down upon the lounge, and stalked around the couch, her fingers never leaving his hair, the costume, or his shoulders, for more than a second.

"I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state."

The girl -- Parker--was yelling again: my lines! I worked on this, please, please let me do this! Titania tossed her head, and to silence the girl, let her say the words.

"And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee."

She was thinking again of the other mortal, her voice coaxing and seductive, warmer than Titania would have it, but perhaps a good choice. "And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep--" Gifts given, over and over, time and again: a pet, a room, a keychain, a kiss.

"And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
and I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go."

Titania took control again, letting the dulcet tones trail away as she reassumed command, and curled into Niall's young body, hooking one leg behind him, and reaching up a hand to hold him in place as she pressed herself to his side, then called for her retinue.

"Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!"

Let Oberon be watching, and make of this what he will. Or if not, then she would tell him later, what sport he missed.

Peaseblossom staggers onto the stage as if shoved. Her wings are askew and her hair is coming down. She turns around and glares back into the wings before straightening up and adjusting her wings. She waits for the other fairies to enter.

Cobweb and Moth enter giggling and stand next to Peaseblossom.

"NOT MUSTARDSEED!" someone yells from offstage.

A second later, Quinn comes out all twirly and fairy-like, so they can all say their line: "Where shall we go?"

Of course, Quinn is the loudest and most dramatic. There may be a hand held up to her forehead.

One of the fairies before her was not of her court. Titania gave that one a hard look, still stroking Niall's head, then launched into her speech.

"Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes."

She allowed Parker her voice again, to say the next part, since she seemed determined to scream if Titania did not.

"Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,"

No, we never were that small or tiny. Shakespeare was a fabulist, not a historian. How foolish are you?

I wondered, that's all!

"To have my love to bed and to arise--" A kiss on Niall's cheek, soft but lingering, in memory of the one the girl gave her friend, "--And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies."

Titania lolled her head against Niall's shoulder, silencing laughter that bubbled up at Parker's spluttering.

A hand on his mistress' hair; that he might have without giving the game away, and that Niall did, before turning to address the fairy attendants.

"I pray you," he said to Peaseblossom, "commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too."

And then the one that acted oddly, the girl who was none of theirs. "Your name, I beseech you, sir."

And how strange the time that's passed, that a stage once full of men playing at girls was now filled with fairies playing at mortals playing at fairies, and here was Niall an Glas calling a human girl 'sir.'

Quinn? Not too pleased at being called 'sir.' She is clearly a girl, thankyouverymuch.

"PRINCESS VIOLET BUTTERCUP," she says, loud and proud and NOT Mustardseed!

Titania glared at the girl. Violet Buttercup indeed.

Parker was laughing. Go, Quinn!

We shall remember that name...

And do nothing. Suck it up, Your Majesty.

Another, warning glare, and a warning tap of long, sharp fingernails upon Niall's chest, as if to scratch out someone's heart.

In Niall's head, Xander was laughing like a hyena. Eerily like a hyena, in fact. Nyall pressed his ips together to avoid his own smile, given Titania's displeasure, but undoubtedly something slipped through in his voice as he said kindly,

"Good...Princess Buttercup, I know your sunny disposition well; full many of your sisters have I seen dancing in the meadow of a lazy morning. I desire your more acquaintance, good Princess Buttercup."

Quinn does know her script very well, but given the way everyone's acting, and the line, she has to ask, "Are you hitting on me?" before the lights fade to blue to signal the change of scene.

As the lights fade, Peaseblossom stomps forward and grabs Quinn by the arm to drag her off stage with the other fairies.

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