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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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Blair and Callisto entered, Blair walking behind to get the better view. After they reached the stage, he moved to face her.

"Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears;
Look, when I vow, I weep-" Blair stopped and glared at Callisto.

"Hell, that ain't right. I don't cry!" He looked out at the audience and repeated angrily. "No crying!"

"Look, when I vow, some people might weep, but not me, and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?"

"You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?"

Callisto recited in a breathy voice, and paced closer to Blair.

You're doing it wrong!

Like I care?

"Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales."

Blair breathed deep as she walked closer to him and growled lowly, "I had no judgement when to her I swore."

Callisto laughed. "Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er," she mocked.

Blair chuckled meanly. "Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you."

Logan's eyes popped open. "O Helenagoddessnymphperfectdivine!" he chanted.

Callisto giggled.

Poor Logan, gods I hope someone is taping this.

Logan crept forward cautiously.

"To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!"

He stretched out his arm and tapped her hand lightly, then pulled it back as if he'd been burned.

"O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:" Callisto laughed.

That's it, I'm doing this speech. Callisto managed to wrest enough control back to snarl out the rest of the speech.

"If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport."

Nadia slouched onto the stage, her arms crossed, her lower lip out as far as it could possibly go. She glowered around at the cast and stomped her feet.

"You speak not as you fink: it cannot be," she said, in a sulky tone.

"Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me."

Down, Mortal! The fairy reasserted it's control. Frak!

Giggling Callisto swaggered towards Nadia.

"Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury."

The fairy's mind wandered during Helena's speech, and Nadia found herself momentarily back into control. She practically shouted her next line, pouring on as much care and confusion as she ever did in rehearsal, hoping the baby fairy in her head remained bored.

"I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me."

Callisto grinned and bopped Nadia on the nose.

"Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;"
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:"

She started laughing and ruffled Blair's hair.

"This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument."

Callisto wandered over to Logan and draped an arm over him, still laughing.

"But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy."

She leant in to kiss his cheek.

Blair pouted at Callisto kissing Logan and stomped over, trying to put himself between them. "Hey there! Uh...I mean, Stay gentle Helena; hear my excuse: My love, my life, my...soul, fair Helena!"

A heavy blush crept across Logan's face and he stared at the floor, unable to hide the goofy smile Callisto's kiss produced.

"O excellent!" Callisto giggled, nuzzling Logan's ear.

The fairy in her head got all bubbly at the nose tap, then distracted again as the lines continued.

When Callisto and Nadia started trading barbs, the fairy started giggling in her head and offering alternatives.

Doody-head featured prominently.

But she had promised to make sure the lines were said right, so when the time came, she jumped into her own little speech.

With only the occasional alterations.

"Muppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she haff made compare
Between our statures; she haff urged her height;
And wiff her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooff, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted tadpole? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes!"

She added little kitty claws on the end of this, scratching her hands in the air.

Callisto yawned and put her hand on top of Nadia's head, keeping her at arm's length.

"I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her."

Nadia was practically vibrating in her attempt to bounce while Callisto's hand was on her head. She was grinning as she kept swiping her kitty claws at Callisto.

"Lower! hark, again!"

This part of the play was fun!

They fought some more, then Helena fled. Nadia paused in her bouncing to pout dramatically.

"I am amazed and know not what to say!"

And off she skipped.

Blair shook his head at Nadia's antics and followed her offstage.

Oberon gives a dramatic facepalm followed by a furious growl followed by grabbing Puck rather forcefully and lifting him (her?) one foot up in the air (the arms helped, of course). "This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, or else committ'st thy knaveries willfully," he roared without mercy.

Zero started fighting dirty, and Puck barely managed to stop a kick aimed for his lord's groin. "NO! You can't kick the king! Watch me, I'll--" He aimed another jab at her mind, and quickly, while she was dazed, rattled off in what might well have been actual terror, "Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I should know the man by the Athenian garment he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; and so far am I glad it so did sort as this their jangling I esteem a sport." Oberon was scary when he was mad.

Oberon set Puck down, and they went through their next bit quickly, until--

"Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and--"

Suddenly, the entire theatre went dark. No lights, no sound. From the back of the theatre, in the tech booth, come the extremely loud sounds of swearing.

Anyone watching the scene would see some small flames as Sam walked quickly out of the booth, looking for a fire extinguisher, but hoping not to alarm anyone.

In the darkness, Puck finished in a much less enthusiastic voice than he'd had for the previous lines, "...town: goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. I assume."

Oberon swore in Saxon. "We will find the party responsible and punish them," he hissed. "Come, gentle Puck," he ad libbed while grabbing Puck's arm. "Let us depart."

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