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Hey guys! This is an open RP thread meant for RP interactions for the cast and crew regarding the show. This is all about rehearsal so feel free to post what your character's doing to prep for the show and interact with the crew and other players.

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Will be posting the show's outline in the next post so you guys have a general idea of what's going on.

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Bell's role was small, which suited her just fine - she didn't have the time to lend to theatre like she used to. Being a senshi and taking care of college work made sure of that. But just the same, she was a seasoned veteran of theatre and knew the importance of being at every rehearsal no matter how big or small the role. It was especially important since there were no understudies! That made her a bit nervous. What if someone got sick or was in an accident? Who would take over for them? Last minute double-casting would no doubt have to be done, and it would be beneficial that whoever had to take over knew the blocking at the very least! Yeah, that was another thing. You couldn't just pay attention to what you're supposed to be doing. You had to know just as much about other people's lines and stuff for your own cues.

Bell felt like she had a lot she could offer to those in the cast who had perhaps never been in a production before. She had spoken to some about it and gave her contact information. She'd yet to receive any calls though. She'd make a bigger announcement later at this first rehearsal.

Perhaps it was a matter of pride - she didn't want to be in a production that didn't at least appear to have some half-decent acting! or maybe she missed theatre more than she thought. Whatever it was, Bell was there, seated and reading over the script as she waited for others to arrive. She'd dressed comfortably, but functionally. She doubted there would be any actual blocking done today though. The first rehearsal was usually a read-over of the script. Still, it payed to be comfortable.

Coordinating a play and the resulting ball was hard work. Kyndall was trying to juggle the needs of her actors, crew, and the pressures of the benefit ball she was organizing. She was spending time out in the threatre proper currently, lounging back in one of the seats in the middle of the house, scribbling furiously. She could be interrupted, of course, by anyone that wanted to talk to her but mostly she was letting the students work out their own parts for the first few days to give them some freedom to make it their own.

She glanced up at Zac, giving him a strange look. "Something wrong?"

He was a major role in the play, after all. Lots of lines to learn and emotion to convey. She watched Bell, too, and didn't worry much about her. They'd work on blocking soonish and costuming soon after that. She didn't worry about understudies, either, but might have if she knew most of her cast was involved in the war in some way. Thank God for small favors. She didn't need that stress, too.

“I’ve… just never done this before, I was surprised to get the roll.” He admitted and let out a breath of air he didn’t know he’d been holding. He blinked up at Kyndall with the casual air of knowing the young man before he returned to the script.

“Butterflies I guess, just tell me the costume isn’t glittery.” He said with a wan smile that said he very much hoped it wasn’t. “Hey Arthur.” He teased the young man who just entered. “Maybe we should review together some.”

Disgruntled and more than a little self-conscious, Daphne tugged at the waist of her violently lemon-yellow jeans and rolled her eyes. "Puhlease, you were the one who had to start singing Blinded by the Light at me. I had to go have a minor breakdown about ruining the play when everyone went extraordinarily blind at how fantastic I look." The fact that her jeans were violently yellow had nothing on the screamingly electric blue tee-shirt she was wearing. The only thing saving the whole outfit were the soft grey ankle boots and white zip-up sweater over the whole thing.

Broke it up a bit, anyway. It didn't hide the fact that Daphne Proudmoore was there, and she wasn't about to tout about in black no matter what role she'd been given. The blame for being late was placed squarely on the blonde biker's shoulders, tongue stuck out as Kess turned her back before she made her own commentary.

"Forget picking up your Lance, why not have a walk on the wild side?" Unfortunately for her the bold words were directed at Zac, a blush that flooded her cheeks was a bit of awkwardness for Alexandre. They were, supposedly, going to be lovers at some point in this play. So awkward. Working her way over towards the stranger she smiled. "So hey, I'm Daphne. I figure we'll be sorta...involved during this whole process so we should get to know each other. I work with Zac and I hang out with Kess and Tony a lot, but everyone else is basically a stranger to me."

Going through the front of the theater might have been an easier feat, but Roxanne Selte felt it was a whole lot cooler to go through the backstage entrance given her position on the crew. Sure, it was just costumes - well probably others felt it was just costumes - but to her it was a high honor and position in the company and it just went to her head.

The blonde slid onto the stage, all the more easily with the traction-less slouch boots she was wearing, completing her ensemble of a pale blue sweater dress that was pretty much hidden by her long charcoal grey peacoat and rainbow colored scarf. Her curls - hairstyle of the day - under her slouch hat bounced as she spun around when she got to the center, a big smile on her face, "The name on every~body's lips is gonna be ~ Roxy ~" she sang out, not realizing just how many people were there.

Upon seeing the gathered in the theater proper though, she froze. And was very thankful she didn't go into full dance moves with the lyrics or the gigantic black binder, filled with notes and fabric swatches, would have gone crashing to the wooden floor below her feet. No, her arms wrapped around it tigher as she managed a small wave, "uh... Hey!"

"Phantom!" another voice said from the doors near the back of the theater. "Oh, Phantom's my absolute favorite! You should do that next, hands down!"

Laney Sutton stood in the doorway to the auditorium, trying to get a feel for the situation. Her white hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail, and she had her hands full with a few overflowing bags' worth of stuff she'd brought for their first official rehearsal.

Obviously a little too dead-set on taking her responsibilities seriously, she'd shown up already dressed in crew style: black clothes from the neck down. Along with black leggings and Converse shoes, she had on a black Jekyll & Hyde hoodie and a black scrunchie in her hair. Most embarrassingly, she had on a black t-shirt which she wore with apparently unironic pride; emblazoned in large, white Impact-font letters were the words:



Laney crossed down the aisle toward the orchestra pit, where people seemed to be gathering. "I'm Laney, hi! Until we get a prop list, I brought some rehearsal props with me for people to work with, just so you guys can get used to holding something or wearing something while you move around. Just balsa wood and stuff for now, but feel free to take anything you want and use it." She set her bags down on the floor, a few wrapping paper rolls and Nerf swords poking out the tops here and there.

"Oh! And I brought brownies. I hope no one has an allergy." Laney pulled a tin foil-covered tray out of one of the bags and set it on one of the auditorium chairs, so it would be safely out of the way. She sat down in one of the front-row seats, a steno pad and Hello Kitty pen in her lap, and waited for further guidance.