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 III, Scene I

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Cobweb and Moth enter giggling and stand next to Peaseblossom.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[sooo_cute]

"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.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[soldtoarmenians]

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.'

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[sooo_cute]

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!

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[soldtoarmenians]

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."

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[sooo_cute]

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.

Re: ACT III, Scene I

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

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