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Lucifer Force rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:07 pm
(( Editing after dinner! ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:09 pm
Laney winced when she heard her name being called -- but she was off her seat like a shot in the next moment, her head swimming with visions of people being disappointed with her and failing to make people like her, and failing to do her job, and the show not going on even though everyone knows it must always go on. If Crystal Academy's production of King Arthur went down in flames because of Laney Sutton, she was dead certain she would die horribly in divine retribution for her failure to do a simple job like prop management.
She skittered through the wings and followed the sound of the voice calling for her. It turned out to be attached to the hulking silhouette of Bjorn Guildson, unmistakeable as he was even with the house lights brought down. Physically, Bjorn was to regular human beings as giant pandas were to red pandas, but despite his intimidating size and previously uninvented muscle groups, he wasn't really that threatening. Mainly he followed instructions and seemed to want to meet people's expectations, which Laney figured she could relate to. His worst flaw seemed to be an inability to tell the difference between Roxy's job and Laney's, which he seemed to have gotten permanently confused. Since this was at least better than getting Roxy and Laney confused, the prop mistress decided she could forgive it.
Besides, he sounded so incredibly upset. Her heart went out to him immediately when she realized what had happened. "Oh, no!" she whispered, reaching out to try and grab one of the detached straps of his costume armor to see how it had come separated. "Don't worry, Bjorn, we'll -- we'll fix it! Somehow. Here, um -- " Laney pointed a short way over into the wings so they could be offstage in case the curtain came up while they were working. "Let's go over here for a minute. And -- and maybe you could sit down, I'm not sure I can reach high enough. It's okay! We'll fix it!" She tried not to sound panicked.
Laney wished she knew where Roxy had gotten off to. Some of the stuff they'd worked on together, but most of the armor work had been more Roxy's efforts, since Laney didn't know enough about costuming. If she had to solve this on her own, Laney had basically one option, not at all ideal: send Bjorn onstage in duct tape armor. This would, of course, be followed by dying horribly in divine retribution for ruining the show.
Laney swept the walkie-talkie off her hip and whispered desperately into it, "Roxy?" while she tried to guide Bjorn offstage.
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Sweenys_Revenge rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:41 pm
Oh god, how long now until curtain call? Two minutes? One? Micah's breathing picked up again as she fought the blossom of rage in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Oh god, oh god oh god. She... oh god she's wasn't ready for this. There was just no way in hell she was ready for this. Micah could feel the heat rising in her eyes as tears threatened to boil over and smear all of her make up. Frantically, she flipped through her lines again, trying to absorb some knowlege.
Okay. Gareth. I'm Sir Gareth. That was a start.
Oh.. oh damn it. Whimpers began escaping Micah's lips as she searched forwhat to do next. She was going on stage in a moment.
Damn it, where was everyone? Wasn't there supposed to me someone around to help her when things got like this? Granted, she wasn't a big role, like King Arthur, but she was still important.
A growl ground itself out from between Micah's teeth as she stomped to her place in the wings, trying to quell her temper. At least nothing else was going wrong...
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:20 pm
While looking for a script it was unfortunate that his tights, god he hated them, got snagged on some prop. Ripping right along the seam, a small rip thankfully. Cursing he spun around looking for someone to fix it.
"Anyone from costumes here!" He called out hoping someone was who could quickly fix the little issue was around, he didn't need to go out with them ripped even if he did hate them.
"I ripped my tights!" He called out, hoping for some help. Hopefully someone would be fast about this since they apparently only had five minutes, oh god he really hoped he didn't botch this whole play up.
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:21 pm
This was bad. This was really, really bad. There was no way Peter could go out on stage and perform like this! It was too late! There wasn't enough time!! He still had really important things to take care of before he could even fathom going out on stage!!
"Am I going crazy, or is there no bathroom in this place?!" he practically whined, wincing in exaggerated pain as he waddled towards Ainsley. This was horrible! Absolutely horrible! He had amazing confidence in his role, despite how minor it was, but he didn't know if he would be able to hold it until after he was allowed an exit.
"Make it ten minutes!! Ten minutes and tell me where the bathroom is! Little kid over here! Gotta go! I'm not wearing diapers any more!" And he hadn't been for at least a decade, but that wasn't the point. He was clearly expecting the adults to heed his warning and underestimate his ability to not wet himself. Okay, so he probably really could hold it, but he was a thespian at the moment, so he was going to take as much advantage of being overly dramatic as he could.
"Seriously. Bathroom. No one cares about your tights," he rolled his eyes at Alexandre, before jumping up and down impatiently. "Just take them off if it bothers you. Or use nailpolish. Mom does that. Actually she just buys a new pair, but she always suggests using nailpolish to others."
But enough about that. Peter shot a desperate look at Ainsley, a silent plead for help... although it was kinda awkward asking a girl to help him find the bathroom (or maybe he could use one of the prop vases or something to that nature), before whimpering and return to his searching of the bathroom that apparently didn't exist.
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Indubitably rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:35 pm
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Appeal rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:56 pm
It was a good thing Peter appeared when he did because Ainsley had had just about enough of his tom foolery and they weren't even really married! Despite how upset she'd been when she couldn't find him, a small frown immediately fell on her face when she heard him making his way toward her. He really had to go to the bathroom, was that what it was? Is that where he'd been? Her face immediately began to brighten at the thought of how upset she'd gotten. Perhaps she was nervous about going on stage? Either way, there were pressing matters at hand now! She quickly moved toward him, grabbing his hand in the process.
"Peter! The bathroom is over here!" By over here, it was actually pretty far away and quite hidden. Far or not, it was a good thing she was there or Peter might very well have got to the bathroom in someone's prop. It didn't matter now though and like a good wife, Ainsley began to tug at Peter in the direction they should be going because as the wife she knew best. They'd be okay, they weren't on until the next act. It would be best to get back as soon as possible though so Ainsley was moving fast, excusing her way rather loudly. Perhaps too loudly because in the drama of helping Peter she didn't notice that her dress had gotten caught on something and now had a minor tear in it.
"Why didn't you go before you came here?" Seem to be the obvious question, surely his mother reminded him constantly about such things!
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chirigami rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:41 pm
[sorrysorrysorry]
Roxy found herself swallowed up backstage by the multitudes of people; someone had a small rip in their costume, someone's costume was so cheap looking - and made her want to cry - that it needed to be nearly overhauled at the last minutes, a broken prop, buttons, hair. So many things! She shouted out commands to as many backstage helpers as she could but still, the blonde couldn't find herself having a chance to think.
"If you keep ripping this patch off, I'm going to make you eat it," she flat out told one of the children actors with narrowed eyes. After a small snip of the thread, the patch was back on his doublet and the child scampered off. Roxy sighed, her eyes closed for a brief moment as she just kind of waited for the next person to come up to her for help.
It seemed like for a good maybe minute, she had a moment of peace before her ear crackled and Laney's gentle voice came from the little device. "Yeeeees, Laney?"
And already from the other side, could she hear someone mentioning their tights being ruined. Still holding her walkie talkie, she turned to the direction of Alexandre. "Tights, what? Ruined?" Sigh. "Get over here!" She shouted, waving one hand in the air so he could see her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:51 pm
Biting his tongue, almost literally, to keep from saying something to the child he shook his head. Nail polish on tights? He'd have to ask his mother about that later, as he was quite a bit clueless about nail polish and what it could do for ripped tights.
"I'd hope people would care, can't have them ripping further while on stage." And since he had to be on stage a lot it was something to avoid, because if it happened he'd likely be out there like that a long while. Shaking his head as he heard Roxy he hurried over while pointing to the seam rip in his tights.
"They caught on part of the set while I was looking for a script to go over last minute."Explaining as he waited to see what she'd do, would he be running to the bathroom to change or finding some dark place?
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Edelsteine rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 9:42 am
There were seats in the wings? Excellent! It would be a place for Mr. Darrow to sit, too. There was no reason to panic. They could handle this. He was certainly strong enough to get King Uther to a seat (the man really didn’t eat enough. What did he live off of, granola and yogurt? Coffee? Scholarly men were always shown drinking coffee and tea in television and movies and in books. Librarians were very scholarly. Certainly he must drink both. ) That Laney WAS there, and willing to help was perfect. She was wearing very odd bracelets, but it was best not to comment badly on a woman’s choice of fashion accessories. Besides, maybe she had a good reason for wanting to look like she worked at a hardware store. “Mr. Darrow’s costume is okay for falling down, but my straps they were too small still for crouching. I never did during rehearsals. How to best reattach the side to the side? And make it longer too? Bailing rope is probably too visible, ja? “ She was calling for one of the other crew. Had he gotten it wrong? A pang of guilt pulled his brows into a furrow despite his hopeful smile. “Did I get it wrong again? I am sorry, Laney. “ How to salvage that? Compliments? Those were easily bestowed gifts, all the more when they were true, “It is too hard to go through a day without seeing your bright face, I guess. Beauty inspires confidence, ja? But there’s no use saying I will get it right next time….this is the final day. Maybe it will be a good memory. “ He gingerly let go of Mr. Darrow, cautious of whether or not he would have his feet. Laney needed him not towering to be able to help, which meant not….towering. “Can you sit, sir? We should both sit.”
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Lithiasaur rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 11:07 am
"Oh, thank you very much," Tony said blandly as he was helped to the chair, in a daze. He sat down slowly, frowning at his shoes. They were nice shoes. In fact, his whole costume was rather nice. He hadn't taken much notice of it, complete and ready for the show as it was, because he was almost impossibly used to running around dressed as a knight.
But not as a King. This was rather fetching, and he cut a fine figure in a crown, though he was hardly one to acknowledge that. He was instead very busy noticing the quality of his shoes, and the floor beneath them.
Any attempt to lift his eyes and remind himself where he was would likely result in panic.
He had to master himself. Somewhere, an angellic yet devilish voice hearkened the end of times. Five minutes. That didn't seem like a very long time. What happened to thirty minutes? Tony wasn't even in it right away, and certainly not for long, yet he assumed he was panicking the most of everyone. How very pathetic. He finally mastered himself through chagrin and self admonition, looking at the other cast members and seeing nerves, excitement and eagerness. And a few blips, but nothing that couldn't be worked out.
He smiled very softly, telling himself that they would make it alright, no matter what he did. He could believe in them, and be proud of them. He just need to relax and enjoy the ride a bit.
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endejester rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 1:13 pm
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LOLLI qAq rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:03 am
When the light haired boy finally made it her way, Roxy looked him up and down. Sure, she knew the problem - he was very forward with it, which was pretty helpful - but she needed to make sure nothing else happened to the precious costume she had constructed for him while he was going on about the run in his tights.
This boy was playing King Arthur after all, the lead! Everything had to be perfect. And he had hit a snag, pun slightly intended, even before the damn curtains were up. Roxy hummed as she surveyed the damage from standing level while he held out the tear to her. "It doesn't look bad but lets get some fray block on it so we can stop it before it gets worse," she explained as she wrapped him by the arm and pulled him to a small table she had designated her little repair station.
Popping open her box, the blonde pulled out a purple tube and unscrewed the cap. She gave it a small squeeze, allowing a little bit of the liquid to squirt out before kneeling down and grabbing at the spot and applying the clear liquid. "I think its in a spot that it shouldn't be too noticeable," well she could hope. Roxy remained kneeling on the ground as she held on to allow it to dry, "if you get uncomfortable with it then I just change into one of the spare tights I gave you."
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