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Micah had wanted Merlin. Kyndall had told Micah not to be upset and that her personality better suited Gareth, but she wanted Merlin. And she was going to be a brat about it at home. For about two hours. After those two hours Alexij pretty effectivley set her straight with his fists, and Micah no sported a black eye to go with her costume. She disowned him as her twin that morning.

Still, she walked into rehersals, late, much to her own chagrin, with her head held high, ready to b***h and whine about her own brother hitting her on what she saw to be totally illogical grounds.

It was at the mention of improv that Micah, however, perked up, rushing out from backstage where she was loitering.

"I love imporv! Are we thinking about doing that to warm up or something?"

Kyndall gave a sideways look to Gently and smiled. Efficient as ever. She knew she'd made a good choice, calling her to help out. The two women hadn't seen or heard much from one another since their dinner but Kyndall knew she had to pull the redhead in now not only for Alex's sake but for the sake of her sanity as well. If she didn't have someone effective to lean on she wasn't going to make it. The look she gave wasn't lost on the director so she turned her attention back to the stage.

"Yes." she agreed. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

She spotted her boyfriend lingering in the back and moved out from her chair to rescue him, bringing him out to sit with her and Gently in the theatre. There was no reason at all why he needed to be with the teens at the moment. He was only a small part in act 2 and was doing it mostly as a favor to her, anyway. She didn't mind running lines with him at home or having him rehearse in private. He didn't need to be in until dress rehearsals, anyway, when they were going through the entire show from start to finish.

He looked upset and she kissed his cheek, squeezing his hand. She'd ask him about it later.

When Laney walked in the green haired woman could not suppress a chuckle. Micah followed, excited by the prospect of improv and Kyndall judged that minus a few of the smaller roles they had just about the entire cast here. She had hoped Flannery might make it and Genevieve but, ah well, day one and all that.

"If everyone could just take a seat at the edge of the stage with scripts in hand we can go through introductions and a first cold read."

Improv? Kess's whole life was improv. But, more seriously, she'd played a few roles before. The girl was outgoing, and charismatic, and that usually meant she got snagged for a small part or two, particularly if they were out of boys. Before she could say anything, however, Kyndall was addressing the group.

Kess didn't waste anytime obeying instructions, pulling a folded copy of the script from the back pocket of her tan jeans and taking a seat with her long legs swinging over the edge of the stage. Slapping the packet of paper gently against her palm, her dark eyes brushed over the adults and backstage folks before them, in the front row, before landing on Laney.

"Nice shirt," it wasn't sarcastic in the slightest, her bright tone matching her wide grin. And she'd brought brownies? They were going to get along, for sure. The lanky blonde resisted the urge to immediately jump down and go get one, instead settling for staring longingly at the foil covered tray from across the short distance that separated them.

If there was one attribute Laney liked in a person more than being a cute girl, it was being theatrical. If there was one attribute she liked in a person more than being theatrical, it was being willing to talk to her. In this particular instance, a hot theatre girl was validating her. Laney was already prepared to mark this down as The Best Day. If the blonde never talked to her again, she was still prepared to count this as a win.

"Thanks," she said, feeling giddy, biting down on her lower lip in a smile. "I have too much free time and I get bored," she said, by way of explaining where a person managed to hunt down a shirt that had the word 'propz' on it. It didn't faze Laney that this hadn't been asked -- in her mind she supplied the question anyway. She'd never gotten the hang of supplying less information.

The blonde had a script and was sitting on the stage, so Laney figured she was one of the actors. That figured; she envied them all their stage presence. She wondered which role Kess was playing. Guinevere maybe, she'd seen productions of the Camelot musical cast cropped-haired actresses for Guinevere before, so they could put her in a wig up until the burning-at-the-stake scene and then have her nice and shorn. Some of the other roles were harder to picture her playing. She'd seen the cast list, but it had been hard to tell if the casting had been genderblind just by actors' names. At any rate, Laney would find out.

Roxy's interest in the brownies drew her attention away from Kess momentarily, and over to the longer-haired blonde. "Feel free to have one," she said cheerily, lifting up the tinfoil to show a neat little semi-pyramid of brownies underneath. "I thought people might get hungry, between their scenes and stuff. I know, when my blood sugar starts to get whack," Laney had picked up 'whack' somewhere and resolved never to let it go, like Rose in Titanic, "I just go neeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuugh," she made a noise like a plane taking a nosedive, which she mimicked with one hand.

Laney sat back in her chair and resolved not to be too disruptive, since it seemed they were about to start soon -- but she couldn't help further hand-signaling to Roxy that she -- point at Roxy -- should come over here -- swoopy motion gesture from Roxy to the front row -- to get some brownies -- point at brownies.

Daphne was probably one of the last ones to consider sitting, tapping her foot and inspecting the arrangement before her. There were several options of varying embarrassment that could appeal to her greatly but maybe, for five whole minutes since she'd graduated high school, she could tap into that serious resolve that had been thrown to the wind more and more often. It couldn't hurt for five minutes anyway.

Sitting directly in front of Kyndall seemed like a huge mistake. It wasn't that the verdant-haired woman was intimidating or even mean, it had nothing to do at all with Kyn as a person and everything to do with the fact that Daphne was no actress. Really. She couldn't precisely act her way out of a box but she generally could muddle through. Tony had helped the bluenette come up with a version of the role that was distressingly close to home; it would work out great or bomb horribly.

Kess was already fixating on the girl in the awesome shirt with the brownies (food, who knew) and had been preyed on almost immediately by...someone Daphne didn't know. Though she felt a bit adrift there was no jealousy, just a vast sense of humor that chuckled before hedging her bets the bluenette plopped down next to 'Lancelot', calling around the blonde to 'Arthur'. "Remind me later to toss you my number. I'm horrible at calls but I'm solid on texting."

What the hell was a cold read?

"Ah, Genevieve, you made it."

Kyndall breathed a sigh of some relief. The main cast really needed to be there. Now she had them all to work with, building chemistry. She had everyone sweep across the row and introduce themselves, crew included. It was best for everyone to know and be comfortable with each other. She wasn't troubled for anyone on that account except perhaps for Alexandre.

"Now, as you know we will have two children in this show, Ainsley and Peter. I'll need you to be respectful of their age. I realize they're only in one act but they will be around with you all backstage and will need to be treated sensitively."

That was a point she was serious about, fierce mama bear that she was. She'd been a mother now for about half of her life and though getting knocked up at seventeen wasn't her life's proudest achievement she certainly didn't regret it. Kyndall often adopted "cubs" as she went through life. Alexandre, Benitoite, Minny - the list went on but it was instinct. She looked to Gently and nodded, indicating they were going to get down to business, brownies or not.

"Alright, everyone open your scripts to the first page. Today just focus on reading the words and not acting them so you can get familiar with the story and hearing it aloud. Gently and I will fill in the parts of the missing actors."

Tomorrow they'd work on blocking the first Act.

Looking to Daphne he gave a nod of his head. "Sounds good, I'll give you my number later as well. I'm good on calls and texting." Though he may not be the best on either but he was good enough. He just didn't like spending forever talking over the phone nor did he like long and drawn out one or two word text conversations, text speak also wasn't his thing. He'd leave those things to his cousins, they were the social one butterfly's.

"Maybe by the time opening night comes we'll know our lines and won't be uncomfortable." As of right now he didn't know his lines and knew how certain sorts of scenes were sure to make him feel.

After introductions, which did help a little bit with knowing everyone by name, he listened to Kyndall. So they had those two little children, from rehearsal's, in the play also. Ok, so that would be interesting. Sure, they'd all have to mind themselves but working with little children wouldn't be all that bad. He did remember the female from that day in the park, so had little doubt she'd do well around them all backstage.

Looking down at the script in his hands he flipped it open, soon that poor thing would have notes written in it by him. What those notes would be he didn't know now, but he had little doubt he'd be making notes in the script.

Well, reading through it just for a general idea of the play and all would help, might get some of his nerves calmed since he'd know what was to come when he started actually acting. Glancing about his eyes landed on Genevieve, a smile of greeting and a nod of his head given to her. He did remember her.