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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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Before she thought about it, Sam's hand flew back and she took a swing towards his face. "I'm better than you deserved, Lee Adama. I've never been so disappointed in another human being in my life."

Puck threw himself at her arm. Not into the punch, because he wasn't stupid, but, "How dare you, mortal!"

Elain laughed and nuzzled Oberon's neck. "It appears my Lord's steed is a stallion indeed, if this mortal's jealously is to be believed."

Rory got to her feet, keeping her head bowed and sidled over to Bridge. "They're possessed by fairies," she murmured, barely moving her lips.

"Ooooh," Bridge nods. "I thought something seemed off. Even without," he makes a vague handmotion.

Rory nodded. "Lee's Oberon. Zero is Puck. Cal is...I dunno, random fairy," she continued keeping her voice low. "I have no idea how dangerous they are, but Professor Dream says they won't hurt us. But that's why I was talking like that to Lee. Cooperating and all."

Puck eyed Elain, then leaned over and whispered, "We could find out."

Elain grinned and whispered back. "Good sir Puck, have I ever told thee how much I admire your way of thinking?"

"She wishes to strike me out of jealousy?" he asked and laughed haughtily. "Sweet lady," he said, addressing the furious blonde spirte of a human, "your Lee Adama, as it were, will be returned to your fond embraces soon, I promise."

Sam almost took another swing at Callisto, but thought better of it. The other girl could probably kill her.

"Mortal?" She asked Zero, incredulously, "Wait, you're a pink kitten, a rock star, and now you're immortal? Man, did I stand in the wrong line at this school," she muttered.

She couldn't even look at Lee, unable to believe he'd literally forgotten who she was.

"I'll distract him," Puck told Elain. "You get the kilt." Then he turned to Sam, "Harridan, I know not of what you--oh, will you knock it off??"

He sighed and started patting Oberon's arm again. "Does this help? Will you be quiet now?"

Oberon looked at Puck with a certain curiousity. "I am fine, gentle Puck, there is no need to pat me thusly."

"As you say, Puck," Elain slid her hand along Oberon's waist, feeling for the kilt fastenings.

Oberon narrowed his eyes. "What revelry is this? I sense mischief in your heart, Elain."

Rory reached over and gently pulled on Sam's arm. "I am sorry, Majesty," she murmured to Lee, head bent. "She knows not who you are. Please forgive us." She gave a slight bow, nodding once each at Zero and Callisto as well.

She turned to Sam. "That's not Lee. I know it looks like him, but it's Oberon in Lee's body," she said in a quick whisper. "Cal's not Cal, either, and Zero is Puck. They're in there, though. But I'm playing along. Seems smart."

Puck ignored all of this and told Oberon, "My steed seems calmed when I pet your arms, my Lord. She stops trying to do me a violence, at least. You must admit, they are very nice arms." With his free hand, behind Oberon's back, he waved for Elain to go for the kilt.

The girl was putting up an astonishing lack of resistance...

"Forgive the impertinance my Lord," Elain said as her fingers found the fastenings they sought and started undoing them. "But it's not my heart you need to worry about."

He stared at her in amusement. "You need any help there?" he said at last, gesturing to her not-so-secretive attempt to remove his kilt.

"None, my Lord," Elain grinned as the last fastener came undone, taking the kilt with it. "Stallion indeed, my Lord."

Oberon takes a moment to look himself. Interesting.

Bridge's eyes go very, very wide.

Rory's eyes went wide.

"Oh, my," she said in spite of herself, flushing scarlet.

She flicked her gaze away nearly as soon as the kilt fell, however, because Lee or not, she was a nice girl. Damn it.

"Oh, my Lord," Puck purred. "'Tis a stallion you've chosen to ride. I approve."

Sam'd already seen it, so she didn't need to look. "Oh, grow up," she sneered at Puck and Elain. She stalked out.

Puck rolled his eyes. "Lord, what fools these mortals be."

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