MSND Production, Saturday, 7 p.m. FHT

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

After weeks of excruciating rehearsals, the school's production of, A Midsummer Night's Dream is finally being staged in the school auditorium.

Come. Buy popcorn. Mock.

[OOC: OCD threads up, huzzah!]

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Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"You're really growing as a person," she replied, deadpan, but with a sarcastic twist to her lips. She looked around the chattering theatre. "I hope they quiet down. I can't stand people who talk during plays."

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Taken. Taken. She's so very taken. And knowing Fandom, her girlfriend can probably wrap him around her finger in the bad way if he goes too far.

Why does she have to be so damned perfect? Well, barring the in a relationship with another woman thing.

"One can only hope, but I don't know how much faith I have in an auditorium full of just anyone who can come in off the street."

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"That's what this little toy is for," she grinned, spinning the Ranger weapon around her fingers like a magician's coin, letting it extend for the barest instant between her knees before retracting again. "I get testy when I can't hear what's going on." The grin she gave him was wicked and confiding, as if they were sharing some great joke on the rest of the audience.

[[*has so many evil ideas for grieving!Ivanova after Tonks leaves*]]

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Taken!

Edmund grinned back and leaned toward her. "My dear, you may attend the theater with me any time you wish."

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

She smiled and patted his hand as she tucked the weapon away in her pocket. "It would be my pleasure. I suppose you prefer the works of Shakespeare and his contemporaries over more modern plays." Her tone suggests that she wouldn't mind if he did.

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I think Shakespeare is a lot bit overrated. But a good actor can salvage even his prose."

Hand patting, people talking in the theater hating, beautiful Ivanova. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova rolled her eyes. "I agree. Although it could be from having suffered through them during too many English classes. I much prefer Chekhov. Have you ever read or seen any of his works performed?" she asked, smiling at him.

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I haven't. Is he from your time? I'd be interested in reading something good."

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"He's actually from almost four hundred years before my time, early twentieth century," Ivanova replied. "But one of the great Russian authors in history. I would recommend his play 'Uncle Vanya' or," she smiled, "'Ivanov'. He also wrote hundreds of short stories."

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to stop by Aeropagitica and see if they have that. We could meet at the Perk for a cup of something hot and to discuss it."

Just coffee and not in the Izzard sense. Right.

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"That would be . . . lovely," Ivanova smiled. "Who knows - I may even one day get you out to Caritas and up on stage, what with all this appearing around town you've been doing."

And she's not even a little bit impressed that he could say the bookstore's name. Honest.

[[I'm a baaaaad person. *smacks self on wrist for her plottings*]]

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"Singing on stage will require more rum than I had last night. I'll be making you pay my bar tab." He might be feeling just a little green at the idea of drinking more rum so soon after last nights beach peregrinations.

Yes, peregrinations. He did almost write a dictionary once.

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Gladly," she chuckled. "I couldn't think of a worthier cause." Her eyes sparkled with humour as she smiled up at him, almost fondly.

She was thinking about how easily Tonks got her to sing, about how they had laughed their way through the drinking song, forgetting the last verse entirely. But, of course, Edmund wouldn't know that. He'd just see the smile.

Re: Before the show

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

How taken was she?

Edmund smiled quite fondly at her. "Perhaps after we discuss Chekhov."

The house lights dimmed and he looked expectantly at the stage. Already, this was much better than he'd expected.

Re: Before the show

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova was still thinking about Tonks as the curtain rose. And thinking about Tonks when all the leather started parading about. Specifically, thinking about Tonks in leather.

Oh, right, play. Serious dramatic work here.