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Backstage - Mot

Mot managed a smile, his anxiety dipping back down again after Hel's words seemed to clam his nerves. That was really all he needed. He lifted his head and breathed out a sigh. "Right." He looked around as the others began to get themselves ready and pumped up, which reminded Mot of something.

Hel would make her entrance in the second act. He knew from studying the plot that the Prince and Cloodia kiss. So, would that mean Hel's first kiss would be on stage with Chuppi?

...but...no!

Mot wanted her first kiss to be from him! But... but he could barely even imagine kissing her without freezing up and feeling the need to a medic. The only time he'd been kissed was on the cheek by... Lizzy.. Freya... and Hel.. Just a lil' peck on the cheek managed to render him stupid and zombie like. How was he supposed to initiate a first kiss anyway? But.. time was running out. If he did not work up the courage before the second act, Hel's first kiss would be gone!

While all this played out in his head, Mot was drumming his fingers over his bottom lip, looking moderately distracted.

AUDIENCE



There were so many seats which one would he (re)-take? ;-;

BACKSTAGE / ACTORS

True, Tsetsiliya was nervous. Terribly nervous, in fact. But she also felt a teeming excitement. This is what she had missed out on last year, when she hadn't made the cut. The chance to be standing here, in an elaborate costume, and get to act out one of her favorite plays, why, it was a once-in-an-afterlife chance! Her nerves wouldn't allow her to take a small peek at the crowd through the curtain edge, and instead she swallowed shakily and began fussing with her dress. There was glitter everywhere, and she kept glancing downward at her toothpick legs, visible beneath the tulle skirt. A stage gnome cursed at her when she accidentally smacked him in the face with her wings. Oh good Jack, the costume's wings were rather cumbersome. As she moved through the students milling about, the ends of Mot's speech came to her ears through the curtain. Roch and the Fright Music club were doing a wonderful job playing background - this was such a unique arrangement! He had been right on Groanspring: it most definitely was awesome.

As the gunslinger boil finally made his way back after his introduction, he looked as though he were about to faint. She waited until he and Hel had finished talking so she could pass by and offer a smile. "Y-You did very well, Mot." She dipped her head in a nod, and turned to the ghoul beside him with another excited smile. "S-see you on stage!" The thing Tsetsiliya hated most was that she could not conceal her nerves when she spoke. Instead she held her smile and moved on to find some place to keep an eye on proceedings until she was on.

That was when she spotted Temes. Poor, hyperventilating Temes, standing away from everybody and looking ready to bolt. The poludnica moved over to her, frowning in concern.

"Temes?" she asked, making sure she didn't startle the poor ghoul. "I-It is okay! Everything will be okay." She placed a hand on her shoulder to assure her. "You will be wonderful!" But soon the ghoul was on and immediately Tsetsiliya backed away so she could leave. This time she did watch the proceedings from her vantage point, trying not to look at the audience.

Audience

Receiving a second text from Bul, she began to type out her reply.



Not like the seats here were any better anyways. Turning to Tybalt, she tugged lightly on his sleeve to get his attention. "Feel like moving to the back instead? Bul's back there, and if he doesn't move up here, I might go back there. Your free to tag along if I do. Besides--I might need a foot rest again." She grinned, keep her voice low enough, not to disrupt the play.

Audience

Herryk's phone buzzed twice in rapid fire succession. He read the first one and grinned broadly, oblivious to the action on stage.





Holding up his phone, Herryk immediately took a picture of himself sitting in his seat. The flash went off once more despite his best efforts to try to turn it off. Whatever. It took a good long while before he figured out how to add the picture to the text.



He waited for the picture to go through before sending one other text.

Audience

Christof had arrived late to the play.

He felt he had good reason. He had considered not going at all... but... well, he might as well.

Last year, the Christmas Play had been one of his first experiences with the school. It was how he had met a lot of people. He had... built his first device for it. He had been so busy, he hadn't even noticed the auditions had opened.

Had it really been a year?

It felt like a life time.

And now... he was going to have to go back. Regardless of what Barth thought or planned...

He stood in the back of the auditorium, eyes scanning.... there. A familiar head of black hair, thankfully with an empty seat beside her. His stomach twisted. Their time was limited. Hands clenching into fists, he moved to sit heavily.

Backstage - Mot

Mot smiled warmly as Tset approached them. "Thank you." He felt better knowing other thought he'd done well. "You look marvelous, by the way." He said to Tset.

Hel had already gotten a mountain of compliments after dress rehearsals.

The play began, and Mot was pulled from his thoughts upon hearing Xiu begin her lines. She was doing wonderfully, and looked dazzling. Riyo... oh Riyo. She looked dashing, actually.

And then Riyo spoke.

Mot's hands flew to his mouth. He was shuddering. He was trying desperately not to burst into laughter. Her interpretation of the father was... Oh jack, it was hilarious.