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MSND Production, Saturday, 7 p.m. FHT

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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"Hi Nadia. Still in character?"

"What character?" asked Nadia, pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a pop.

No! No, no, no, no, no . . . .

"You pretty!"

Nadia let out an internal moan. This? was soooo not good.

"Um..." Walter blinked, slightly confused. "Thanks? Does this mean you're enjoying your part? I didn't know that everyone was going to dress and act so differently from the way I've seen it done."

"Do you wanna play?" Nadia asked, fiddling with her skirt and lifting it up past her hips.

Bloody hell!

Walter blushed and made a point of looking up in the rafters. Observing the way the ropes and lights were set up. Technical interest. Really.

"Have you been drinking, Nadia?"

"Noooo, no drinking, Miss Majesty wouldn't like it. Do you wanna play or not? I have blocks!"

The fairy had no idea why Walter was looking at the ceiling, and kept lifting her skirt higher.

Nadia herself was trying desperately to put it down, because she knew EXACTLY why Walter wasn't looking at her.

The result? Her skirt was going up and down like an elevator.

"Brownies?" he asked. Wow, look at the knots they're using. "I've heard of stage fright, but this is... anyway, you're doing a very interesting job of it."

"Oooooo! Brownies? Where?" Nadia jumped around. "Do you like the show?"

Getting the impression from his peripheral vision that the peep show was over, Walter looked down again. "I don't know where. That's why I'm asking you. If I weren't recording the show, Victor would never believe me when I tell him what an amazing production it's been."

Amazing was definitely a neutral way to put it.

Nadia bounced even higher. "Yay! Miss Majesty will be sooooo happy! I wanna play now. Can we play now?"

"Miss Majesty? Parker?" He watched her bouncing and shook his head. "Do you want some coffee? Or some chamomile tea?" Thorazine maybe?

Nadia brightened and bounced EVEN HIGHER. "Can we have a tea party?!!"

Nadia had clearly been spending time with Blair again. "Right. A tea party. Nadia, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! Finefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefine!" Nadia impulsively gave Walter a BIG hugh.

Walter raised his eyebrows and awkwardly patted Nadia. On drugs. That must be it. Oh, man, things were going to be fun tomorrow. "I'm happy you're fine. Can you let me go now? I need to breathe."

"Nope, you're comfy."

"Um. Nadia." He tried to gently extricate himself. "Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow." When you're sober.

"mmrph" was all Nadia said. Because she had buried her face in his waistcoat.

Nadia? Was not so much fighting the fairy right now.

Um... At least this part wasn't being recorded.

"Nadia, should we go find some brownies?" he asked desperately.

Nadia backed up, slightly, and bounced a little. "Brownies! Gimme piggy back ride!"

"Um..." Walter grasped at straws. "I have that burn on my back. You'd hurt me." She didn't know exactly how healed it was. It wasn't as though she'd seen him shirtless since the clinic...

Nadia would probably be setting the world record for pouting soon. This one? Was ginormous.

"You're no fun." She stomped her feet.

She even sniffled. Any minute now, she'd be into a full sized temper tantrum.

Okay, NOW Nadia was fighting the fairy influence, because bawling in front of Walter? Wasn't. Going. To happen.

Oh man. If they were both lucky, Nadia just wouldn't remember this tomorrow. "Um... I'll hold your hand?"

Crisis of impending tantrum abruptly averted. Nadia grinned and grabbed Walter's hand, swinging it back and forth joyfully.

"We're having a tea party, lalalalala,
We're gonna have brownies, lalalalala!" she sang.

There were kids involved in this. There had to be some snacks somewhere, right? Walter looked around, noting Pippi. He'd visit with her next. First, though, to get Nadia distracted.

"Oh look, biscuits," he said, pointing to a plate of cookies. "Do you want some biscuits instead?" If they were lucky, neither of them would remember this tomorrow.

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