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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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Oh the smile was slow and feline.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest thing?" she said in a low voice. "Thank you."

That's better.

Yes it is.

Huh?

Shush.

Bob? Was now kinda wigged out. His brow furrowed at the Squishy-Fu Master giving him a very worrying smile. He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing slightly, looking concerned.

The Fairy possessing Pippi took Bob's hand in both of hers and continued to smile.

"Oh, I assure you. I'm quite well. Particularly now that I know such a nice fellow is such a great fan."

Be careful!

I know. Yes yes! I figured out when I went to pick up the lipstick and it shattered. You're very strong... As if I didn't have enough to overcome in this body. You're not even human are you?

...

See? That right there? Keep doing that.

I don't like you.

I'm crushed. I really am.

It was at this moment that Silent Bob began to get a little flaily. He liked Pippi, he really did. She was just way too jailbaity for him to even think of thinking . . . thoughts.

He peered at her face, checking for flushed cheeks or dilated pupils.

Considering that the lights had gone out during Act III and they were now going by candle light and flashlights? Yeah. Pupils are dilated.

Fairy Adella preferred men who didn't bother with thinking thoughts... The fact that this one apparently doesn't talk is also a plus.

She continues to play, gently, with his hand.

Silent Bob was really starting to feel flaily now. Dilated pupils - but it could be from the dark. And she was wearing too much makeup to tell if she was flushed. And the way she was playing with his hand was . . . unsettling. He smiled deferentially, patted her hand, and then tried to remove his own.

[[Feel free to jump him. Or anything.]]

Fairy Adella possibly misinterpreted Bob trying to pull his hand away as him trying to pull her up against him...

Or maybe she didn't care what he intended.

What are you doing?

Watch and learn kid.

Not letting go of his hand she stepped up to him. Pulling his hand around to the small of her back. Her free hand she slipped under his jacket (if he's wearing one) and ran it up his chest.

Silent Bob gulped, his eyes almost bugging out as he froze. His entire mind shut down in panic as he tried to flail and pull away but couldn't. He gulped again and looked down at Pippi, with that very un-Pippi-like expression on her face, her hands under his trenchcoat. Where very few chicks had ever gone before.

He was, in a word, terrified.

I don't think he likes that.

Fairy!Pippi pressed closer and ran her hand up his chest to caress the back of this neck.

Of course he does, look at him.

I am, and I'm pretty sure you're wrong.

What do you know anyway?

I know I'm not a desperate old spinster on a time limit.

...

See? That right there? Do more of that.

Silent Bob began to panic in earnest, trying desperately not to touch any part of Pippi, leaning back as far as he could in the girl's frighteningly strong grip.

He was panicking so much, in fact, that he spoke.

"Pippi?"

"Guess again." she purred as she got up on tiptoe.

You are totally scaring him! You stop that right now! I'm never gonna be able to get a squishy and dance on the sidewalk ever again because of you! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW OR I'LL MAKE YOU!

Very very very slowly, Pippi loosens her hold on Bob.

"You should probably go back to your seat." she chokes.

Silent Bob blinks and nods swiftly, giving her a weak smile and vanishing with Bob-like alacrity as soon as he was released.

Two thoughts occurred simultaneously in Pippi's mind.

I hate you.

Bob hurried out from backstage to find Jay schlepping back from the bathroom, leering at everything without a Y chromosome. "Hey man, you get some action from those fine bitches back there?" he leered, peering around Bob as if leather-clad Amazons were about to burst forth from within.

Silent Bob just shuddered and shook his head, still looking scarred. He dragged Jay back to their seats.

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