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Backstage ---> Pits

Oh crud. While blowing the ice off the stage with fans did serve to help just a little, it also sped up the melting process. She had to think quickly! 

Placing the two gnomes (who were in cahoots with her in this disaster) on dry mats, the ghoul slid then across the stage, telling them to "keep low" and "make up the rest of the distance yourselves". It worked, she hoped, though the audience might see an ugly head or two moving horizontally across the stage, followed by an alternating sequence of gnome butts popping up and down in what was probably them doing a caterpillar crawl across the stage. 

The stage was damp, but dry enough for the next act. The ghoul heaved a sigh of relief, oblivious to the fact that Mr Rengath might probably want a word with her later. 

Moure's late entrance went unnoticed for now as the ghoul was backstage. After seeing that Charlie was okay and being taken care of, the ghoul gingerly made her way back to the pits, still in her snowflake dancer get up. 

As for why the gnomes were terrified of her, there were two explanations. One was that it was now revealed that she was a ghoul who regularly wielded chainsaws. The other was probably the fact that the ghoul was too tall for her a** to be groped. And she was wearing heels that day. 

They would really have to tiptoe to get there. 

ACTOR - CLOODIA [ Temes ]

Chuppi was doing her best to stay in character, even when things around her seemed to be....not really falling apart? At least everyone was still on the stage and doing things like they should so it could be forgiven if she thought about it really hard. Poor Charlie had gotten sick and while she had initially moved to help him others had swept him from the stage quickly. . . .and left the vomit behind. Was it remnants from her scream that had caused this, or did the fallen angel just puke because he got overly excited? Chuppi was hoping for the latter rather than the former because that would make her feel just....well, worse.

Thankfully though the smell of vomit did nothing to her stomach, seeing as if her kind could get sick over the smallest things it would have been terrible (plus Chuppi didn't know if she even could vomit so). She attempted to keep character, her face moving into a weak smile as it did so. Everyone was trying so hard, and she loved how Edel had made the snowflakes and how Zar had looked so cross but still kept trying really hard. Both of them would be getting weird little notes of thanks from her later, if they didn't think she was going to be a stalker or something. That would end badly.

"My prince, this land you have brought me to is truly a kingdom! I have always dreamed of standing at your side as you took your rightful place, but I must ask - will there be room for me in your life here?" Her words were soft and hopeful, well placed among the acts that were following. There was only one person left to dance, a specific Weed or something, and she knew the play had to go on and had to go on fast. The audience was calm for now, sure, but she was worried that anything and everything could go wrong in a hurry.

She'd seen it happen before after all and was not going to let it happen again - not if she could help it. "What more delightful dancers should we see, in this celebration of your return? Such a lovely treat, for you are indeed a beloved Prince." Really though, she hoped things went smoothly, oh so smoothly. There were only two bits left after the Weeds dance and she was nervous.


( sorry for delay guys ;;;; let's get moving and get this done! <3 )

Actor-Backstage


Now that Alexander's role in the play was completed, he began tearing off his costume with a sort of grim satisfaction. Nothing sounded sweeter to him at this moment then the long drawn out 'riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip' of the fabric as it parted from his body, revealing his regular stained and smelly clothes beneath. The last thing he removed was the absurd hat from atop his head, tossing it to the ground and giving it a good kick to the side with a satisfied smirk.

Once that little chore was completed, he peered from the sidelines back towards the play. It would seem that in his distraction he'd missed quite a lot and the play was actually drawing to it's conclusion. It was nice to think that he had been a part of what had so far been a fairly successful theatrical performance.

Prince – Hel

Hel had been thinking about what she was going to eat for dinner again…which was kind of odd, considering she had gotten sick earlier and she was in the middle of a play right now.

Speaking of which…

She wasn’t sure how, but somehow she was swept back on stage after Tset, still holding onto Chuppi’s hands, and looked up at the Sugar Pumpkin Fairy as she addressed them. She smiled as Tset touched the side of her face, and then grinned once she amended her statement about her spear. Hel…never bothered to really memorize any lines, so she didn’t have much to say at this point, except to just give a firm nod of her head and a “It is good to be home.”

The prince took the Sugar Pumpkin Fairy’s hand when offered, and still holding onto one of Cloodia’s, allowed herself to be guided to their…thrones (Hel cringed a bit at seeing the glitter), but for the sake of the show, took a seat upon one of them. She was then treated to the sight of her fellow actors putting forth marvelous dances…she was rather impressed! Until Charlie came along that is….and threw up all over the first row.

Hel paled and her cheeks puffed out, and luckily before she could follow Charlie’s lead, Chuppi distracted her.

Oh yeah, this was kind of the bittersweet part, wasn’t it? She gruegled a summary about it.

The prince took both of Cloodia’s hands into her own, and turned towards her. “There will always be a place for you, dear Cloodia, in my life, but more specifically, here.” She pointed a finger at her heart. “No matter what happens.” She smiled widely at the ghoul, and then tilted her head back towards the stage in front of them.

There was suppose to be one more dancer…right?

Audience

After a short while as the play continued Mitsu finally relaxed back in her seat. Surely they wouldn't continue if Sammy had been killed. At least Mitsu could only hope.

Leaning back in her seat her eyes drifted to the disagreement up front for only a moment. She just registered the fact that it was the demon that Shun had been speaking to when she arrived but she was soon distracted when she heard someone else being sick and looked up to find Charlie....showering the front row.

She cringed a bit making a face trying not to revisit that sick feeling. Just thinking about being thrown up on was... disgusting. That wasn't part of the show was it? Did they normally puke on patrons of the plays? Mitsu quickly made a mental note never to sit remotely close to the front. Ever.

Actor -- Backstage

Wait. He hadn't actually planned that dance? It was all improv? Well ********. "If dancing is the only thing you do that you can't explain, I think you're well-off." The ghoul pointed out with a smirk. With a groan Riyo had a seat on the floor next to his chair, glad to finally be off her legs. "And if you don't want to do anything like this again, I recommend you don't ask anyone around here for favors. That's how I got roped into this mess." The feline temporarily sent a glare Xiu's way.

They could both be thankful that their roles in this Jack forsaken play were over. Though, as far as remembering... Dry cleaning bill? What did he- Oh. OH. Haha, clever. "Yeah, well it seemed like they were more interested in what the audience was doing anyways." Which was a shame to everyone who was really into this performance. Passion was a beautiful thing, and it seemed like most of them had put what they had into it. "If you want something that's much less stressful and still 'social', try joining a club. You actually have to anyways." That's what Jericho told her, at least.

Bul's words were true enough. If anything, she was expecting the school faculty to come in at any moment and drag off half the students to the princess corner or something. Or maybe they were too busy dealing with the school's issues to take notice of little quarrels. Looking to Tybalt as he spoke, the doll snorted. "You would say that." Then again, if all the crap that had happened didn't happen, she probably would be all for it as well.

"Heh heh, I probably would have failed the physical exam if I took that one." Grinning to herself, she propped her legs back up on the seat in front of her. Now that Tybalt had moved back to sit with them, she didn't have anyone to get upset with her about doing so.

With all the commotion going on, Mei pulled on the hood of her hoodie, blocking out most of the sound going on in the auditorium. "I doubt they'll leave us be for long..the bogeymen, that is. They'll probably turn up with another reason to close this place." At the mention of popcorn, Mei followed Tybalt's gaze to Bul who had stuffed the popcorn into his ears.

Biting her lower lip, she couldn't help but snicker. "Do they work?" Wondering if they were any good as earplugs.

Audience - Following Titus

If he thought he was going to get away with just walking off, Sura had different plans. She turned her attention to Astra for a moment - "Sura. I am Sura. And you are very welcome." she said, nodding her head carefully towards the Reaper, taking her puke-ridden sweater in her hand as she followed out after Titus to keep his punk-a** out of trouble.

Or something like that.

Maybe that, or they actually were taking whatever spat Sura had been offering to take outside...outside. Whichever it was, Sura wouldn't see how the show ended, sadly.

((Sura has left the building! ))