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The ripped curtain revealed the out cold reaper on the ropes. He was drooling slightly, sleeping in a very awkward, and un-cute manner, his legs sprawled out, his arms over his head.

Slowly he blinked as the light hit his face. "Uh, wha?" he said, looking around, then reaching up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Is it over yet?"

Clearly... this was the place to clap, Roch thought, now that he somewhat knew what was happening.

So he did.

Siobhan stared in awe at Charlie's performance, biting down on a handkerchief she suddenly had in her hands. It was beautiful! Deep and moving!

And then it seemed like it was time to clap.



"BRAVOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" She shrieked in true banshee fashion.

Siobhan met Muka's eyes. There was an understanding.



The head nod was returned.

Truly, they were all in the presence of high tier talent.

This seemed to be an appropriate moment. Nahm strode out onto the stage, carrying an eyePod in one hand and Mr. Snappy under his arm. His outer robe seemed oddly lumpy. Unusual. "Thank you, thank you," he grinned out at the audience, as though they were clapping for him, and bowed exaggeratedly.

He then leaned over Charlie. "Hey, man, you okay? Here, hold Mr. Snappy for me, wouldja?" The foxfire was plopped unceremoniously onto the prone demon's stomach. ... Was that a little pink tutu around the foxfire's middle? Why yes, yes it was. Mr. Snappy regarded his nice new pillow, sat down, and began a low, uneven, grumbling growl under his breath.

Nahm crouched down to put the eyePod at the edge of the stage and fiddled with it, poking at the buttons and checking the settings. Once he was satisfied with the setup, he rose and padded back to the middle of the stage, turned to face the audience, and announced, "I, Nahm deVarr, will be auditioning for the part of the Sugar Pumpkin Fairy."

He then undid the buttons on his outer robe, tossing it off to the side of the stage. Underneath, he was dressed a couple of layers of fairly ordinary if somewhat tattered clothes, accented here and there with duct tape and safety pins. He left the hood and scarf on, of course. The reason for the weirdly lumpy appearance was quite obvious now; aside from his everyday clothes, he also wore a large, fluffy tutu and a pair of cheap costume batfairy wings, held on by elastic. The crowning touch to the outfit was a big, pink ribbon, tied in a bow over the bandages that wrapped around his tail.

The eyePod had been turned up to full volume; it now began to play music. "I feel that the best expression of this theatrical role should be conveyed through interpretive dance," Nahm said, and rose up on tiptoe to assume a classic, if somewhat awkward, balletic pose.

He began to shuffle around the stage in what turned out to be a fairly well-memorized imitation of the Sugar Pumpkin Fairy's iconic routine. He wasn't quite as graceful, all elbows and knees and ankles. The leaps were impressive, though, and he performed with apparent enthusiasm. Whether this was actually a bizarrely serious, if ridiculous, audition or an elaborate, extended joke was almost impossible to tell.



Throughout the piece, Mr. Snappy remained firmly planted on Charlie's stomach, emitting his low, grumbling growl in counterpoint to the music.

When the music finally shut off, Nahm dropped his arms, performed a dainty curtsey, and beamed out at the audience. "Thank you for considering me for the part," he said cheerfully. The quick blinking of the glow of his eyes in his hood suggested he was fluttering his eyelashes at them. "I've always wanted to try out for a stage performance."

With that, he picked the eyepod back off the stage, retrieved his robe from where it had landed, and finally plucked Mr. Snappy off of Charlie before vanishing back into the wings.

Aksaja really wasn't at all sure what he was doing here, or why he was doing it. Except that someone on groanspring had said he should try out for the school play and . . . why the hell not? The last one had looked pretty fun, and he hadn't gotten the chance to try out for it. Though that was kind of understandable he thought - since it had happened right after he'd gotten to school. And right after that very first field trip, the one to Christmasland or whatever it was called.

Of course, had he done any research beforehand, he might not have even considered this. Seeing as how the play they were supposed to be putting on involved quite a bit of flouncing around and ghouly-looking dancing. Not to mention the story was sappy as all hell. But even as an older and (supposedly) wiser Knob, the lightning dragon was still the type to jump into things without looking first. He wasn't even entirely sure what trying out for a play entailed.

From what he could tell, though, it seemed to involve either reciting some kind of lines from a script, or dancing. Something like that anyway. And, well, he didn't really want to try and memorize lines or something but a dance . . . that he could do. After all, everyone should remember how awesome he had been back at the Scarentines dance. It was a little harder to dance without a partner, though, and he got the feeling he should probably plan at least a little bit in advance. Have a routine or something.

So he'd spent a little while poking around trying to find a dance that was easy to learn quickly, finally settling on something that actually included the names of the moves in the lyrics. No, not the damn 'Electric Slime' either, that song was stupid. But the one he'd found did include quite a lot of hip thrusting, especially toward the end so hey. It had to be perfect, right? Everyone had loved that dance at Scarentines.

Sauntering out onto the stage after the last person left it, he put his eyePhone down on the ground with the song already cued up and shifted wings a little on his back. "I'm Aksaja and I guess I'm uh. Trying for anything here, really." Didn't particularly matter to him if he got a part or not, to be honest.

Then he leaned over and started up the music he'd picked. As the beat and the words blasted out of tiny speakers, the lightning dragon proceeded to more or less follow the instructions of the lyrics - though he clearly couldn't remember exactly what he was supposed to do at some parts and made things up. There was also a bit more involved when he did the dance, since he could also incorporate wings and tail in the movements. And it wasn't that he was a bad dancer at all. This song was just . . . completely not what someone should pick for something like this - to anyone who knew about such things. So it was probably pretty amusing to some of those who were watching.

The reaper soon was up the aisle's and into a seat nearby Mort, the very boil who had goaded him into trying out.

"Nice to finally meet you." Mot said in a friendly, yet shaky manner. "I uh.. forgot to recite my lines on stage..."

He facepalmed for his own folly.

AND THEN. BEHOLD, UP ON THE STAGE A FIGURE STRODE IN.

- and she honestly had no idea where she was or how she got there, but for now Savior was up on stage and had been contently watching others do their things. It was fun and amusing and maybe she wanted to give it a try? She'd heard a few parts announced so. . . .RAT KING. It was easiest to say and Savior had no idea about anything else.

So now the half-naked and looking more than slightly crazed ghoul was on the stage, looking around. She cleared her throat (which sounded not unlike speaker feedback) and proceeded to strike a pose. "SAVIOR. MARROWSTRIPE."

Wait, that wasn't it.

".....RAT KING."

There we go. She struck the pose again, her claw-fingers out and primed. Savior didn't even know what a rat was but by JACK SHE WAS GOING TO TRY AND FIGURE IT OUT AS SHE WENT. That was her best thing in life anyway, being able to think on her feet, and she started to do some kind of weird little moves. Her bones were whistling as she moved around, making her own sort of music, and the monster was apparently trying to hum along because it sounded like someone was tapping a microphone each time she took a step. Still her movements looked....rather short and placed, like she was light on her feet and creeping for fun.

Eventually she figured out what she wanted to be doing anyway and turned to face the audience (she'd been staring off stage for some reason) and she tilted her head, trying to think of all the words she'd heard that she could easily repeat. "MINE. WHORLD. ALL OF IT. RAT KING LIVES, KILL THEM ALL. EAT, DEVOUR, REMAIN THE KING" Her voice boomed over and shook, the tone changing with each word and syllable. She looked to the left and to the right before flipping up into the air, her arms and legs working good together for the acrobatic bit she suddenly felt like doing. Wasn't the whole point of this just to show off and look weird and have fun? Savior seemed to think so and she landed back on her feet, moving once again into the weird pose. "Yoars are false, mines forever. GIVE UP, GIVE UP!" She flipped and tumbled again, fighting some kind of invisible enemy that made her get sand everywhere.

All around her where people at her command, those who would listen to her whims and desires. "BOW TO ME, FEAR ME." The Marrowstripe motioned as those she were beckoning to followers at her side and at her heels, behind her and before her. They were all hers, like a wonderful army of...NO WAIT. WERE RATS LIKE KUSHIS? Savior had been thinking so hard on that the entire time that it all suddenly made sense. Rats were like kushis (Savior would never forget her love of kushi-kushi) and so now she understood a bit more of what to do. All the kushis she had seen liked to bite and chew and nibble and scream when crushed. Perhaps she should re-enact one of their deaths?

All the movements she had been doing suddenly stopped as she placed her hands about her throat, her fingers tightening in an act of self-strangulation. Of course she really wasn't going to injure herself, she just needed it to look real, and a thin death-wail rattled itself out from behind her mask as she dropped to the ground. She hit the stage like a bad sack of bricks and curled into a ball, doing her best to imitate the dying squeaks that for some reason she knew all too well. "DAMN YOUSE. THE RAT KING SHALL NEVER DIE."

...complete sentence! GO GO GO GO! By the time Savior reached her ability to form a complete and proper sentence it also meant that her attention span had reached its limit and sadly, that meant it was time to go. Instead of getting to her feet she stayed on all fours and crawled off the stage, her body low and leaving behind a trail of sand as she went.

[ feel free to accept this as an actual audition, though please consider chuppi for a part before savior <3

.....though either of them getting a part is super fine with me ]