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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:55 am
The girl who had helped Fresnel up now seemed irritated by something, and commenced to banging her cleaning supplies in a way that was nerve-fraying.
"Girl!" Fresnel commanded. "What is your name?"
The girl, whose name was Blossom, stopped banging briefly to answer.
"Blossom, then," Fresnel continued, "do you work here? Are you being paid to clean? More importantly, are you being paid to make all this bloody noise? And where in god's creation is Jiko? He's here and then gone again. I thought ..." Fresnel trailed off into inaudible muttering. There was a lot of that going around, apparently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 5:11 am
She answered the lady, who seemed to be quite demanding, in short, simple sentences. "I work here yes, but I live here also. It's an Inn, obviously. There is a fee for a room. Working lets me have my room for free. I was just making noise because I could. I figured it would irritate you. What are you muttering about? Stop complaining; that's my job too."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 9:10 am
$-{Jiko pointed accusingly at Fresnel.
"You!" Then remembered he hadn't said anything.
"We're starting the rehearsals. Now."
He looked down at Blossom, who was mopping the floor in an irritating manner.
"Why are you doing that? It's.. peasent work! Get on the stage! Yours is one of the first lines!"
Jiko grabbed the mop and buckets off her, and mopped up the mess.
"You too, Fresnel! And where the hell is Pants!?"}-�
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 9:23 am
Fresnel stood at Jiko's bidding. She was at least a head taller than he was, and she moved closer because she knew that annoyed him. "Start away, Herr Directeur!" she said, adding, "and we haven't seen Pants for days either. However, Blossom and Fresnel are here, at your service." With that, she bowed low, and in a throaty voice she rumbled, "And we simply can't WAIT to see the finished script!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:53 am
Blossom climbed up onto the stage and stood front and center, squinting into the lights. "Is this where I should be standing Mr. Director, sir? I can't see anything! How will I know when to start my lines?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:57 pm
Sneasel ran to the back of the hall. There was a box there, with lots of wires and switches in it. She closed her eyes and tugged at one of the wires. It went dark. Everything went dark. "Awh crap." She muttered. "I guess that was the wrong one." She shouted to the back the hall. She couldn't see Jiko's, Blossom's or Fresnel's faces, but she imagined that they weren't exactly amused. She sighed and put the wire back were it was. The lights went on again. "Now what...?" She sighed and turned one of the knobs. The lights infront of the stage faded out. "YES! GOT IT!" She turned them up and down in awe for a minute, then got bored. "That okay, Blossom?" She yelled.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:13 pm
"Yeah, that's excellent! Thanks, Sneasel!" Blossom smiled, very appreciative of the fact that she was now the center of attention. "If only the director would cue the action, I would know how or when to start my lines..." She looked around the nearly empty hall for the oddly quirky director.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 7:56 pm
Fresnel crossed her arms over her chest and sniffed. That girl, Blossom, was stealing the limelight, the bizarre director had disappeared yet again, Sneasel (what sort of name was Sneasel?) had been mucking about with the house lights, some of the cast had yet to show up, and frankly, the whole thing was starting to smell of debacle.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:01 pm
Blossom saw Fresnel glaring at her as she looked around the room. Was the lady jealous of her? Blossom smiled sweetly and waved politely, hoping to bug the other lady.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:08 pm
Fresnel just glared more intently at the impertinence of that girl, what was her name? Daisy? Rose? Lily? Pollen? Something to do with flowers.
Suddenly, she had an idea, a wicked idea, and she knew that if Jiko didn't arrive and get things on track, things were going to get very, very nasty. Fresnel smiled the smile of someone about to eat her enemy and waved back.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:14 pm
Happy to be acknowledged, Blossom turned back to face the empty hall, cleared her throat, and began to practice her lines very loudly. After a few sentences, she stopped and asked, "Am I producing enough volume? Can everybody hear me? Jiko, where are you? I need some direction." She did not move out of the spotlight, but sat down cross-legged on the stage to wait for further instruction. Once she was settled, she looked around again, to note where Fresnel had gone to.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:25 pm
But Fresnel was not there any more. While that silly young girl was preening in front of the stage lights, puffing herself up, Fresnel had slipped into the shadows once again, to begin to put into motion her plan.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:29 pm
Bored of waiting for the director, Blossom stood up and started dancing around the stage. She needed music too, so she began to sing "Feliz Navidad" at the top of her lungs as she cha-cha-ed around. Her singing was atrocious, but she didn't care - she was having fun!
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 4:37 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 6:06 am
Fresnel poked around in the back hallways of the inn, looking for the kitchen. Even though she knew there was no finished script, she figured her character, the Queen, wouldn't be called into the action until a bit later. If she was wrong, she could simply plead old age, that she had had to go to the bathroom.
She pushed open a swinging door, and saw, with satisfaction, the kitchen and a stocked pantry. Now if Jiko just had all the right ingredients ...
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