Jul 31, 2024 7:59 am
Sal Has Written a Play
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Aug 1, 2024 1:44 pm
And so, those who were interested in taking part in the play huddle around Sal as he pondered who would be best suited to play each of the roles he had come up with. Gertrude and Parish are there, along with one of the B&B's latest guests, the esteemed movie star Demi Gorgone! Her recent arrival had caused quite the stir, and many of the other guests have been starstruck with her in their midst.
From outside the B&B comes the ringing of a flying bicycle's bell. Moments later, Yazeba herself strides into the den, returned after a long period away on "witchy business." The witch is already lighting up one of her favored expensive cigars, but she stops short when she sees the small gathering. "Flouncing flautists! What, pray tell, are you lot up to?"
Once somebody explains Sal is staging a play in the living room, Yazeba scowls. She takes a long drag from her cigar, then blows out a cloud of smoke. "A play, is it? Well, you're not putting on a show without me. This is my house, after all. I demand you give me a part, Sal."
From outside the B&B comes the ringing of a flying bicycle's bell. Moments later, Yazeba herself strides into the den, returned after a long period away on "witchy business." The witch is already lighting up one of her favored expensive cigars, but she stops short when she sees the small gathering. "Flouncing flautists! What, pray tell, are you lot up to?"
Once somebody explains Sal is staging a play in the living room, Yazeba scowls. She takes a long drag from her cigar, then blows out a cloud of smoke. "A play, is it? Well, you're not putting on a show without me. This is my house, after all. I demand you give me a part, Sal."
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@Ysolde please assign everybody a role in the play, including yourself! You may also assign extra roles to some of the other residents or guests that nobody else is playing, if you like.
Aug 2, 2024 9:45 pm
Mr. Boggs has been sitting in a corner, his ever-present raincloud only misting at the moment. With the weather already damp, perhaps it didn't feel the need to add more gloomy moisture to the scene?
He scribbles in a notebook with quick, precise strokes, his tie tight, his brow furrowed. If someone were to ask what he was doing, he'd snap the notebook closed, and reply: "Complex actuarial formulae."
The truth? He's drawing stick figures.
One group of stick figures is assaulting the castle of another group of stick figures. Since the time period appears to be Medieval, the expected methods of warfare are being used: catapults and archers for the attackers, boiling oil and archers (yes, again; a good archer is hard to beat, as Mr. Boggs has learned during this pencil-drawn war) for the defenders.
Is he bored? No. Perish the thought. He's simply...resting his high-powered mind. One can only compile so many statistics, prepare so many reports, before one needs a break.
He then hears something about a play, and he stirs in his seat. Suppose he claimed a part...tapped into deep emotions...perhaps met the love of his life...fictional love, of course...but then again, who knows what could happen...plenty of people fell in love after working together on a movie or play....
But then his boredom pulls him back down like quicksand, and he adds more detail to an already lethal ballista.
Muttering: "A play? Terrible allocation of resources. Few of them end up in the black. I mean...I think they don't. Will have to look up the relevant numbers. And 'starving artist' is a legitimate phrase. Sal's time would be better spent learning some investing basics...."
He continues to glance furtively at everyone else, totally not pining for a role in the play.
He scribbles in a notebook with quick, precise strokes, his tie tight, his brow furrowed. If someone were to ask what he was doing, he'd snap the notebook closed, and reply: "Complex actuarial formulae."
The truth? He's drawing stick figures.
One group of stick figures is assaulting the castle of another group of stick figures. Since the time period appears to be Medieval, the expected methods of warfare are being used: catapults and archers for the attackers, boiling oil and archers (yes, again; a good archer is hard to beat, as Mr. Boggs has learned during this pencil-drawn war) for the defenders.
Is he bored? No. Perish the thought. He's simply...resting his high-powered mind. One can only compile so many statistics, prepare so many reports, before one needs a break.
He then hears something about a play, and he stirs in his seat. Suppose he claimed a part...tapped into deep emotions...perhaps met the love of his life...fictional love, of course...but then again, who knows what could happen...plenty of people fell in love after working together on a movie or play....
But then his boredom pulls him back down like quicksand, and he adds more detail to an already lethal ballista.
Muttering: "A play? Terrible allocation of resources. Few of them end up in the black. I mean...I think they don't. Will have to look up the relevant numbers. And 'starving artist' is a legitimate phrase. Sal's time would be better spent learning some investing basics...."
He continues to glance furtively at everyone else, totally not pining for a role in the play.
Aug 2, 2024 11:18 pm
Enter the Star.
In such a quaint establishment such as Yabeza’s Bed and Breakfast rumors spread faster than sunblock on freshly-waxed scales. And so, Demi Gorgone is well aware of the play being put on by the night porter, obviously because he’s well aware there is a famous actress on the premises. But would she humor him?
She will do whatever she dems to be fun in the moment. And in this particular moment, she has nothing better to do. Her room is not quite ready on account of the maid having broken some equipment on the spiral stairs.
So the Star enters the den, clad in her glittering gown made from a rather peculiar material that she might talk about later. Or not. And she does as all stars do (though not as obnoxiously and overbearingly as… certain past costars she does not talk about)… but as most stars do, and herself especially—
⚡️ Make everyone look at me.—she commands the room. "Fellow guests, staff, fans and movie buffs, what lovely weather! We’re having. The sort that helps the flowers grow, crowds the theaters, and humbles that obnoxious Apollo. Am I the only one sick of the way he outshines his sister?" Considering the mortals before her, "Probably yes.
"Anyway, I probably need no introduction, but just in case I’m confused with one of my sisters—whom I played in Clash of the Titans V, the Gorgon Strikes Back—it is I, Demi Gorgone, starlet extraordinaire since… well, since before movies were invented really, but let’s just say the past one hundred years were especially good for my career."
Almost as an afterthought, she turns to someone seemingly at random. "And you are?"
In such a quaint establishment such as Yabeza’s Bed and Breakfast rumors spread faster than sunblock on freshly-waxed scales. And so, Demi Gorgone is well aware of the play being put on by the night porter, obviously because he’s well aware there is a famous actress on the premises. But would she humor him?
She will do whatever she dems to be fun in the moment. And in this particular moment, she has nothing better to do. Her room is not quite ready on account of the maid having broken some equipment on the spiral stairs.
So the Star enters the den, clad in her glittering gown made from a rather peculiar material that she might talk about later. Or not. And she does as all stars do (though not as obnoxiously and overbearingly as… certain past costars she does not talk about)… but as most stars do, and herself especially—
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WHOOPSIE - take a token and:⚡️ Make everyone look at me.
"Anyway, I probably need no introduction, but just in case I’m confused with one of my sisters—whom I played in Clash of the Titans V, the Gorgon Strikes Back—it is I, Demi Gorgone, starlet extraordinaire since… well, since before movies were invented really, but let’s just say the past one hundred years were especially good for my career."
Almost as an afterthought, she turns to someone seemingly at random. "And you are?"
Aug 3, 2024 10:46 am
Gertrude tensed up and straightened her back as she was pointed at. "Um Gertrude, miss um, ma'am" she makes a little gesture mid-way between a curtsy and a bow when she fails to decide on either "Nice to greet you, I mean... meet you."
Gertrude doesn't want to ask for a part, she'd dearly love to be in the play, and she spends all her time wearing a mask, but she probably doesn't deserve it. Maybe she can help with the stage dressing... or the lights... or something. sigh
Gertrude doesn't want to ask for a part, she'd dearly love to be in the play, and she spends all her time wearing a mask, but she probably doesn't deserve it. Maybe she can help with the stage dressing... or the lights... or something. sigh
Aug 3, 2024 2:34 pm
This was truly unexpected and they weren’t sure of the whole play thing anyway. "I mean it’s not really that great. A bunch of tropes strung together. Uhh, but if you really like I can assign some roles."
Sal checks their sheets for characters and decides to start giving out roles. "Miss Gorgone you should be Lisbei, she’s a princess in exile, disguised as a man and in love."
Who was next, "Yazeba you should be The Terrible Dragon, it’s a perfect fit for you."
Who else was here, "Mr. Boggs can be Roberto the banished Wizard, and in love."
Then there was, "Oh Gertrude you can be Bumbelina Queen of the fairies."
Oh, there were more parts too best just start giving them out. "Amelie will be Pantaloon a wealthy merchant who is someone’s father. Parish will be Newt, a struggling playwright. I’ll be Don Michael, the fearsome lord here to arrest someone. Uhh…the gaggle of Hey Kid, whichever is here can be Babeline the beloved child. Oh, and Niviana, you can be The Queen of the moon. That should do for now. The first scene starts with Don Michael and Lisbei…"
So, the play begins with Sal marching in as Don Michael trying to arrest Lisbei…
Sal checks their sheets for characters and decides to start giving out roles. "Miss Gorgone you should be Lisbei, she’s a princess in exile, disguised as a man and in love."
Who was next, "Yazeba you should be The Terrible Dragon, it’s a perfect fit for you."
Who else was here, "Mr. Boggs can be Roberto the banished Wizard, and in love."
Then there was, "Oh Gertrude you can be Bumbelina Queen of the fairies."
Oh, there were more parts too best just start giving them out. "Amelie will be Pantaloon a wealthy merchant who is someone’s father. Parish will be Newt, a struggling playwright. I’ll be Don Michael, the fearsome lord here to arrest someone. Uhh…the gaggle of Hey Kid, whichever is here can be Babeline the beloved child. Oh, and Niviana, you can be The Queen of the moon. That should do for now. The first scene starts with Don Michael and Lisbei…"
So, the play begins with Sal marching in as Don Michael trying to arrest Lisbei…
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"Whoopsie: Speak ill of my own writing"Last edited Aug 3, 2024 3:53 pm
Aug 3, 2024 3:31 pm
When the parts are being doled out, Demi feels that Gertrude is much more deserving of a princess role. Ah, but who could deny the Star’s eternally-youthful beauty. And besides, Gertrude as a fairy is perfect.
The only problem with herself being disguised as a man is the skin-tight dress made of shed snakeskin.
Well…
Then again, Sal did first greet her wearing a schoolgirl uniform. So my clothing is not an issue. But how to disguise as a man—ah!If given the time to adjust her outfit, she adjusts the dress so it appears more as a unisex robe. But that’s not the ingenious cover-up that no other Star could possibly improv.
She walks the walk of a princess in the opening scene. Demure, yet daring. Simultaneously coy and confident. She seems not wary, but well aware of her pursuer. She lets offer Don Michael approach her from behind.
(For Demi has eyes on the back of her head. Many, many pairs of eyes!)
When he gets close, Princess Lisbei turns about—a full beard of snakes dangling from her chin, plus two more intertwined pairs smile-arching from ear to nose to form what appears to be a braided handlebar moustache!
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Demi says in her signature bumpy-night-baritone that aroused audiences in her Vaudville days!
The only problem with herself being disguised as a man is the skin-tight dress made of shed snakeskin.
Well…
Then again, Sal did first greet her wearing a schoolgirl uniform. So my clothing is not an issue. But how to disguise as a man—ah!
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BINGO! Cover up a problem with flawless improv.She walks the walk of a princess in the opening scene. Demure, yet daring. Simultaneously coy and confident. She seems not wary, but well aware of her pursuer. She lets offer Don Michael approach her from behind.
(For Demi has eyes on the back of her head. Many, many pairs of eyes!)
When he gets close, Princess Lisbei turns about—a full beard of snakes dangling from her chin, plus two more intertwined pairs smile-arching from ear to nose to form what appears to be a braided handlebar moustache!
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Demi says in her signature bumpy-night-baritone that aroused audiences in her Vaudville days!
Aug 3, 2024 6:21 pm
The crowd applauds as Demi and Sal take the stage and the play begins! The Concierge has made popcorn for everybody and turned down the lights in the living room. The Rabbits in the Garden Who Wear Little Outfits nibble on their snacks as they sit up front by the stage, while the giggling Hey Kid clones sit behind them. Dog, Dog, n’Dog curls up among the Hey Kids. Lady Sheridan and Yola Oleander have brought the rocking chairs in from the porch, while Robin the elemental sits apart from the others so as to not accidentally burn anybody. Another newly arrived guest, the huge glob Muckleby, undulates with excitement, and the fairy Monday watches from the entry of the gift shop, already planning to sell souvenirs featuring the play if it is a success!
Aug 3, 2024 7:01 pm
"The Terrible Dragon. Terrific," Yazeba drily remarks when Sal assigns her the role.
As the play begins, Yazeba waits backstage, leafing through the script. She scowls as she tosses each page on the floor in turn. "Trash. Trash. Rubbish. Seriously, Sal, this is the best you could come up with? I’d have expected better from you," she mutters to nobody in particular.
The witch sighs and raises a finger. The script pages float back into the air. She then begins to gesture, and the words scribbled on the pages start to rearrange themselves. "A little bit of script doctoring never hurt anyone. I’m sure he’ll thank me later..."
As the play begins, Yazeba waits backstage, leafing through the script. She scowls as she tosses each page on the floor in turn. "Trash. Trash. Rubbish. Seriously, Sal, this is the best you could come up with? I’d have expected better from you," she mutters to nobody in particular.
The witch sighs and raises a finger. The script pages float back into the air. She then begins to gesture, and the words scribbled on the pages start to rearrange themselves. "A little bit of script doctoring never hurt anyone. I’m sure he’ll thank me later..."
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Whoopsie: Criticize someone (and call it "helping.")Aug 3, 2024 7:07 pm
Ah, they cast him! Be cool, Mr. Boggs, be cool. He nonchalantly closes his notebook, adjusts his tie, and joins the other cast members. He begins reading Sal's soggy writing, but before he can really become Roberto the banished wizard, the play has begun! And he hasn't even had time to find proper wizard's garb!
His raincloud now pouring with the intensity of a hurricane, he rushes around the house, looking for something...anything...to help him be more wizardly. But he can find nothing more than a broom, which he supposes will make do as a wizard's staff.
Muttering: "Poor organization. To just begin this play willy-nilly...[sigh]...no time to ponder the thematic complexities, the nuanced characterization, and of course the financial aspects. Salaries. Renting or buying a venue. Ticket prices...."
Wait, was this his cue? Was Roberto the Wizard (banished, in love) supposed to be on stage?Mr. Boggs steps forward quickly, between Don Michael and Princess Lisbei, holding his staff with what he hopes is the proper seriousness.
Wait...who was in he love with? One of them? Both of them? Someone else? His raincloud lets out a peal of thunder, and Mr. Boggs finds himself spewing out words:
"Halt! Cease! You cannot arrest this...this charming damsel...because...your jurisdiction only extends to the upper left quadrant of this realm, between the...River That Flows and the...uh...Mountain That Is Snowy! I, Roberto the Great (cruelly banished, separated from my love, who is...perhaps here? Or...elsewhere?) have cast a divination spell to learn of this perfidy! And I will surely be filing a complaint, Don Michael, as well as writing a scathing letter to the editor of the local paper!"
His raincloud now pouring with the intensity of a hurricane, he rushes around the house, looking for something...anything...to help him be more wizardly. But he can find nothing more than a broom, which he supposes will make do as a wizard's staff.
Muttering: "Poor organization. To just begin this play willy-nilly...[sigh]...no time to ponder the thematic complexities, the nuanced characterization, and of course the financial aspects. Salaries. Renting or buying a venue. Ticket prices...."
Wait, was this his cue? Was Roberto the Wizard (banished, in love) supposed to be on stage?
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Whoopsie: Improvise the exact wrong line. Grab a token.Wait...who was in he love with? One of them? Both of them? Someone else? His raincloud lets out a peal of thunder, and Mr. Boggs finds himself spewing out words:
"Halt! Cease! You cannot arrest this...this charming damsel...because...your jurisdiction only extends to the upper left quadrant of this realm, between the...River That Flows and the...uh...Mountain That Is Snowy! I, Roberto the Great (cruelly banished, separated from my love, who is...perhaps here? Or...elsewhere?) have cast a divination spell to learn of this perfidy! And I will surely be filing a complaint, Don Michael, as well as writing a scathing letter to the editor of the local paper!"
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Aug 3, 2024 9:05 pm
Gertrude panics, there's so many people, she thought it was just going to be the few of them, not a full blown audience, "I can't do this... i can't..." Breathe Gertrude, 3, 2, 1...
Gertrude scurries to her little "room" in the laundry cupboard and rummages through her bag, a little paint on her spare mask and a cardboard crown later she arrives back and swallowing her fear steps back in, in time to listen to Mr Boggs' soliloquy.
I am a fairy queen, I am powerful, I am beautiful and I am Bumbelina!.. Now what was my cue?.
Gertrude scurries to her little "room" in the laundry cupboard and rummages through her bag, a little paint on her spare mask and a cardboard crown later she arrives back and swallowing her fear steps back in, in time to listen to Mr Boggs' soliloquy.
I am a fairy queen, I am powerful, I am beautiful and I am Bumbelina!.. Now what was my cue?.
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- Stage Fright Chapter Whoopsie?
Aug 4, 2024 6:53 pm
Parish wasn't sure he heard Sal right. He had an honest to goodness knight with who knows how many years questing experience standing before him and he is asked to play a playwright! Named Newt! That's not even the same genus!
Parish continued to fume as he changed into his doublet and hose wondering yet again how these managed to keep shrinking on him. Grabbing his quill and his lines Parish decided to have this out with Sal before things really got started. Such was his focus on this task that Parish completely missed that he was stalking across the stage to get to Sal.
Parish continued to fume as he changed into his doublet and hose wondering yet again how these managed to keep shrinking on him. Grabbing his quill and his lines Parish decided to have this out with Sal before things really got started. Such was his focus on this task that Parish completely missed that he was stalking across the stage to get to Sal.
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Whoopsie: Bluster headfirst into a terrible mistake.Aug 5, 2024 7:17 am
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Status Update:Lisbei (Demi Gorgone), Don Michael (Sal), and Roberto the Wizard (Mr. Boggs) are on-stage in the midst of a scene. Newt (Parish) is marching across the stage. The rest of the cast including Gertrude and Yazeba are backstage.
Tokens: Everybody but Demi Gorgone has 1 token at the moment.
Play Bingos:
Deliver a monologue with gusto.
Deliver an absurd pun.
Deliver a line that makes someone laugh.
Deliver a surprisingly heart wrenching soliloquy.
Cry realistic tears over someone who’s died a realistic death.
Describe a daring and gripping swordfight with another character.
Cover up a problem with flawless improvisation.
Play Whoopsies:
Forget your lines.
Improvise the exact wrong line.
Get stage fright.
Miss your big entrance.
There’s an off-stage argument louder than the play.
A costume rips.
Someone slips and gets hurt!
Aug 5, 2024 10:44 am
With so many actors doing their own thing, the Star is not about to do her own thing. She certainly could. She had to once when a man playing Atlas almost dropped the curvature of the Earth. With just a look, that dull gray man had perfect balance, and he never did drop that arc.
Husband number six…
Demi thinks dreamily of the muscular statue who supports her hanging garden.
⚡️ Lounge and let the little people worry about...whatever's going on.
Husband number six…
Demi thinks dreamily of the muscular statue who supports her hanging garden.
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WHOOPSIE - take a token and:⚡️ Lounge and let the little people worry about...whatever's going on.
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Aug 5, 2024 7:20 pm
Now that Mr. Boggs/Roberto has put Don Michael in his place (with botched lines, but still), he's ready to re-declare his love for Lisbei. Yes, Lisbei is the one! During his fuming and not-so-creative naming of places, his scattered thoughts had coalesced, and he'd remembered some (if not all) of his actual lines.
He turns to Lisbei now, trying to put on an expression of yearning and angst, to evoke love that's been thwarted, but that still burns brightly.
(To the audience, however, he looks much like he always does, except his tie is a bit looser.)
"Lisbei...Lisbei...Lisbei. Exile separated us. Fiendish villains conspired against us. Rapacious, callous aristocrats [glares at Don Michael] turned a blind eye to our plight. Yet here we stand, together once more...defying the world, defying the gods, defying fate itself!"
"I, Roberto, pledge this: no force shall separate us again while I still live. Even if all the armies of this realm stand before me, I shall not surrender. I would rather perish, knowing that I have done my utmost to save our incomparable love!"
"Kiss me, my dear. Kiss me, so that our bond will be renewed. And then let us stand together forevermore, as we destroy our enemies and aid our allies...few in number though our allies may be!"
Wait...a kiss? Mr. Boggs knew it was coming, but now that the moment had arrived...well, he'd just have to do his best. He tries to remember if he'd ever read about any efficient-yet-sexy kissing methods, and waits for a response.
He turns to Lisbei now, trying to put on an expression of yearning and angst, to evoke love that's been thwarted, but that still burns brightly.
(To the audience, however, he looks much like he always does, except his tie is a bit looser.)
"Lisbei...Lisbei...Lisbei. Exile separated us. Fiendish villains conspired against us. Rapacious, callous aristocrats [glares at Don Michael] turned a blind eye to our plight. Yet here we stand, together once more...defying the world, defying the gods, defying fate itself!"
"I, Roberto, pledge this: no force shall separate us again while I still live. Even if all the armies of this realm stand before me, I shall not surrender. I would rather perish, knowing that I have done my utmost to save our incomparable love!"
"Kiss me, my dear. Kiss me, so that our bond will be renewed. And then let us stand together forevermore, as we destroy our enemies and aid our allies...few in number though our allies may be!"
Wait...a kiss? Mr. Boggs knew it was coming, but now that the moment had arrived...well, he'd just have to do his best. He tries to remember if he'd ever read about any efficient-yet-sexy kissing methods, and waits for a response.
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Bingo: Deliver a monologue with gusto. Lose a token.Last edited Aug 5, 2024 7:22 pm
Aug 5, 2024 7:56 pm
A kiss? That ain’t happening without a contract.
Demi turns to her apparent love (unless there’s a love triangle she does not yet know about). She swoons at the line and says, "Talk is cheap, yet your two cents is worth a fistful of dollars. If you’d rather Parish, he’s quite the handsome frog. But it seems it is my eyes you long to gaze into. Then, for you I shall lose my guise!"
She lowers her shades and—
⭐️ Stop a problem in its tracks with a glance.—well, it’s only a glance. Everyone should be back to normal after a minute. She quickly—while everyone is stuck as a statue!—has her snakes snap a Polaroid as she lies seemingly faint in the outstretched arms of Mr. Boggs.
43 seconds left. She finds her golden autograph sharpie in her purse. She writes on the Polaroid.
21 seconds. She slips the Polaroid in Mr. Boggs’ petrified hand and slinks backstage!
By the time the gorgon is out of sight, everyone is back to normal. (It was, after all, only a glance.) The image on the Polaroid is fading in, depicting the actress swooning in Mr. Boggs’ arms which effortlessly carry her as if she were a princess on the moon! If there’s any doubt as to whether there was an actual kiss, the words in golden sharpie read:
Yowza! What a kiss!
xoxox 💛,
~ Demi G
Would a professional actress fib on an autograph?
Demi turns to her apparent love (unless there’s a love triangle she does not yet know about). She swoons at the line and says, "Talk is cheap, yet your two cents is worth a fistful of dollars. If you’d rather Parish, he’s quite the handsome frog. But it seems it is my eyes you long to gaze into. Then, for you I shall lose my guise!"
She lowers her shades and—
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BINGO - place a token on the table and:⭐️ Stop a problem in its tracks with a glance.
43 seconds left. She finds her golden autograph sharpie in her purse. She writes on the Polaroid.
21 seconds. She slips the Polaroid in Mr. Boggs’ petrified hand and slinks backstage!
By the time the gorgon is out of sight, everyone is back to normal. (It was, after all, only a glance.) The image on the Polaroid is fading in, depicting the actress swooning in Mr. Boggs’ arms which effortlessly carry her as if she were a princess on the moon! If there’s any doubt as to whether there was an actual kiss, the words in golden sharpie read:
Yowza! What a kiss!
xoxox 💛,
~ Demi G
Would a professional actress fib on an autograph?
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Aug 6, 2024 4:42 am
Parish returns to his senses and full mobility and notes with some surprise that Demi is no longer on the stage. He looks out at the audience and remarks, "Don't ask me what's going on. I'm just the playwright." The audience titters with laughter and Sal's play suddenly has meta commentary.
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Spending token for Delivering a line that makes them laugh.Aug 7, 2024 1:17 pm
As the audience laughs at Parish's quip, Niviana steps onto the stage, her long, damp hair obscuring the majority of her face. As the Queen of the Moon, she says, "O what fools these mortals be. They know not what doom comes for them. What say you, Bumblelina? Shall we warn them of the Terrible Dragon's vile plots?"
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@spinningdice, that's your cue, Gertrude!Aug 7, 2024 2:46 pm
Was that in the script? Sal can't quite recall but hey people are laughing right? Okay, okay this is going to be good so what was next? Oh right the dragon and were those two even supposed to be lovers?
"That scurrilous dragon you say! Why I shall arrest her for her crimes against the land. She has raised the rent, she has caused great damage to the psyche of those around her, she has been cruel and vicious and all-around dragon like. Yes, yes I shall arrest her and Newt, you shall aid me for though you seem a simple playwright we all know you to be a true Knight! Yes, yes, you and Roberto must help me fight the dragon, but first we must get the Sparkling Sword from the Fairy Queen! Only that will defeat the dragon. They all will be well because that dragon will be drag gone."
"That scurrilous dragon you say! Why I shall arrest her for her crimes against the land. She has raised the rent, she has caused great damage to the psyche of those around her, she has been cruel and vicious and all-around dragon like. Yes, yes I shall arrest her and Newt, you shall aid me for though you seem a simple playwright we all know you to be a true Knight! Yes, yes, you and Roberto must help me fight the dragon, but first we must get the Sparkling Sword from the Fairy Queen! Only that will defeat the dragon. They all will be well because that dragon will be drag gone."
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Coin down and Bingo: Deliver an absurd punAug 7, 2024 2:52 pm
Gertrude freezes at her cue, she's not sure who but someone unceremoniously shoves her onto the stage and she stumbles, struggles to maintain her balance and does a little dance onto the stage.
"Oh, I am Bumbelina! Queen of the Fairies! A terrible dragon wakes in it's lair, it can feel the love and happiness in kiss of Lisbei and Roberto and is made green with envy. Roberto - take this magical" she fumbles around in her pockets and for some reason finds a sock "ummmmmm… band that will protect you from the dragon's flames." she dances across the stage ties the sock around Mr Boggs arm.
"Oh, I am Bumbelina! Queen of the Fairies! A terrible dragon wakes in it's lair, it can feel the love and happiness in kiss of Lisbei and Roberto and is made green with envy. Roberto - take this magical" she fumbles around in her pockets and for some reason finds a sock "ummmmmm… band that will protect you from the dragon's flames." she dances across the stage ties the sock around Mr Boggs arm.
Aug 7, 2024 10:25 pm
Apparently Mr. Boggs had delivered a whopper of a kiss, cementing Roberto's and Lisbei's love...right? The signed photo seems to prove it, but it doesn't actually show the kiss. And where is Lisbei now? Shouldn't his lip-locking have enticed her to stay, instead of sending her off...somewhere?
Questions that would have to be put on the back burner, for now there was a dragon to slay!
Roberto pats the band/sock, and nods at Bumblelina.
"Ah, an Armband of Flame Resistance. Quite rare, and exceptionally useful! Thank you, Bumblelina!"
"Yes, this dragon must be dispatched forthwith! My magic is surging, as Lisbei's kiss has banished the woe and confusion that plagued me. I've never felt stronger! Spells that once took intense concentration are practically sparking off my fingers!"
"I will fight this dragon, yes...but by myself! I need no help...especially from the vile Don Michael, who was indirectly responsible for the exiles of both myself and Lisbei! Foul man, you probably don't even want to slay the creature...you likely want to bargain with it, or trick it, all to serve your own purposes!"
"And so I depart, to return victorious, once my task is done. Prepare yourself, dragon, for Roberto unleashed!"
He slams his broom/staff into the floor, and makes a noise that sounds like "frzzzikkpoofskark," which indicates he's casting a teleportation spell. Mr. Boggs then exits the stage, as Roberto has now disappeared. But did he really teleport straight to the dragon's lair, or has he been prudent and gone elsewhere to procure weapons and items to help the cause? Stay tuned!
Questions that would have to be put on the back burner, for now there was a dragon to slay!
Roberto pats the band/sock, and nods at Bumblelina.
"Ah, an Armband of Flame Resistance. Quite rare, and exceptionally useful! Thank you, Bumblelina!"
"Yes, this dragon must be dispatched forthwith! My magic is surging, as Lisbei's kiss has banished the woe and confusion that plagued me. I've never felt stronger! Spells that once took intense concentration are practically sparking off my fingers!"
"I will fight this dragon, yes...but by myself! I need no help...especially from the vile Don Michael, who was indirectly responsible for the exiles of both myself and Lisbei! Foul man, you probably don't even want to slay the creature...you likely want to bargain with it, or trick it, all to serve your own purposes!"
"And so I depart, to return victorious, once my task is done. Prepare yourself, dragon, for Roberto unleashed!"
He slams his broom/staff into the floor, and makes a noise that sounds like "frzzzikkpoofskark," which indicates he's casting a teleportation spell. Mr. Boggs then exits the stage, as Roberto has now disappeared. But did he really teleport straight to the dragon's lair, or has he been prudent and gone elsewhere to procure weapons and items to help the cause? Stay tuned!
Aug 7, 2024 10:55 pm
When Mr. Boggs is backstage, Demi smiles pleasantly. "You have some natural talent there, Mister… oh, we should stick to character names. Even backstage!"
Mr. Biggs? Mr. Buggs, Baggs, Beggs…?
"Anyway, Roberto, you’ve got quite the task ahead of you. Dragon-slaying! So am I to be the damsel in distress, bound in chain, splayed against a boulder, misty seawater splashing abou—"
She poses as Persephone awaiting death-by-Kraken, but she is unaware of a loose nail on the wall.
At least until she steps forward and—
R-R-R-R-RIP!!—"Oh! How undignified," she says coyly. And maybe seductively because she can’t help herself, but she definitely does not want, and definitely is aware of the mixed signals she’s sending.
But she can’t present her fluster. As long as she doesn’t move and keeps her hands on the dress, nothing is exposed. No need to remove the shades. Yet.
"Roberto, would you be a dear and hand me that robe?"
Mr. Biggs? Mr. Buggs, Baggs, Beggs…?
"Anyway, Roberto, you’ve got quite the task ahead of you. Dragon-slaying! So am I to be the damsel in distress, bound in chain, splayed against a boulder, misty seawater splashing abou—"
She poses as Persephone awaiting death-by-Kraken, but she is unaware of a loose nail on the wall.
At least until she steps forward and—
R-R-R-R-RIP!!
OOC:
WHOOPSIE! A costume rips.But she can’t present her fluster. As long as she doesn’t move and keeps her hands on the dress, nothing is exposed. No need to remove the shades. Yet.
"Roberto, would you be a dear and hand me that robe?"
Aug 8, 2024 7:09 am
OOC:
Sal, Parish, Viv, and Gertrude are currently on stage. Demi and Mr. Boggs are backstage.Play Bingos:
Deliver a monologue with gusto.
Deliver an absurd pun.
Deliver a line that makes someone laugh.
Deliver a surprisingly heart wrenching soliloquy.
Cry realistic tears over someone who’s died a realistic death.
Describe a daring and gripping swordfight with another character.
Cover up a problem with flawless improvisation.
Play Whoopsies:
Forget your lines.
Improvise the exact wrong line.
Get stage fright.
Miss your big entrance.
There’s an off-stage argument louder than the play.
A costume rips.
Someone slips and gets hurt!
Aug 8, 2024 7:17 am
Yazeba scowls as she sees the inadvertently suggestive situation unfolding between two of her guests. The witch quickly moves to interpose herself between Demi Gorgone and Mr. Boggs. "Fiends of fire! That'll be enough of that! Did you two not see the sign on the door? 'No romancing!'"
She points a finger accusingly at Demi. "That sort of coquetry may be the norm in Hollywoodland, Ms. Gorgone, but I'll have none of it in my bed and breakfast. The only flirtatiousness should be faux for the play. On the stage, not off of it. Understood?"
Yazeba gestures with her cigar, and the robe Demi mentions floats over and wraps itself around the actress.
She points a finger accusingly at Demi. "That sort of coquetry may be the norm in Hollywoodland, Ms. Gorgone, but I'll have none of it in my bed and breakfast. The only flirtatiousness should be faux for the play. On the stage, not off of it. Understood?"
Yazeba gestures with her cigar, and the robe Demi mentions floats over and wraps itself around the actress.
Aug 8, 2024 12:30 pm
Demi does not care for the accusation, but the actress knows an ‘out’ when she sees one.
She fastens her robe and simply says, "Rules are rules, Roberto. I certainly would not want to violate such a fine establishment with the Hollywood way" whatever that is.
And to Yazeba, a nod that seems to say thanks for extinguishing the flames of passion—which is the intended meaning and the gratitude is sincere. Romance is not what Demi came here for.
But the flash of her 18-34-demographic smile, how she turns toward the door to the makeshift ladies’ changing room, the way her hips move with every graceful step… it might serve as a reminder as to who is the eternal youth and who’s the eternal geriatric.
WHOOPSIE - take another token and:
⚡️ Make someone feel dull and gray.
Was it intentional? Oh, please. Would a professional do that to another woman? Perish the thought!
Ah, Parish…!
She fastens her robe and simply says, "Rules are rules, Roberto. I certainly would not want to violate such a fine establishment with the Hollywood way" whatever that is.
And to Yazeba, a nod that seems to say thanks for extinguishing the flames of passion—which is the intended meaning and the gratitude is sincere. Romance is not what Demi came here for.
But the flash of her 18-34-demographic smile, how she turns toward the door to the makeshift ladies’ changing room, the way her hips move with every graceful step… it might serve as a reminder as to who is the eternal youth and who’s the eternal geriatric.
OOC:
WHOOPSIE - take another token and:
⚡️ Make someone feel dull and gray.
Ah, Parish…!
Aug 8, 2024 7:38 pm
Rules were indeed rules, as Mr. Boggs has learned while working for The Company. Deviating from sensible rules could lead to chaos and anarchy...and most importantly, revenue loss!
BUT
As he watches Demi saunter away, he certainly thinks that Yazeba's "no romancing" rule is nonsense. Not that anything would actually happen between Demi and himself (right?)...but to squash the very possibility? Absurd!
He straightens his tie and faces Yazeba, ready to throw out a lengthy and verbose argument in favor of letting romance work its magic...but then thinks better of it. Totally not because he's worried the witch will rip his argument to shreds, but simply because everyone was busy at the moment.
Though just because he won't verbalize his irritation with Yazeba, it doesn't mean he can't get some payback.Moving closer to the witch, Mr. Boggs tilts his head just so, as if he's trying to get a better glimpse of the play. Doing so causes his raincloud to "accidentally" slide over a bit, and now Yazeba is getting pelted with fat raindrops as well!
BUT
As he watches Demi saunter away, he certainly thinks that Yazeba's "no romancing" rule is nonsense. Not that anything would actually happen between Demi and himself (right?)...but to squash the very possibility? Absurd!
He straightens his tie and faces Yazeba, ready to throw out a lengthy and verbose argument in favor of letting romance work its magic...but then thinks better of it. Totally not because he's worried the witch will rip his argument to shreds, but simply because everyone was busy at the moment.
Though just because he won't verbalize his irritation with Yazeba, it doesn't mean he can't get some payback.
OOC:
Whoopsie: Rain on someone's parade. Grab a token.Last edited Aug 8, 2024 7:38 pm
Aug 9, 2024 10:21 am
Yazeba watches Demi walk away, taking another drag from her cigar. But then rain starts to fall on her face, so she yelps and recoils! "Hey! Watch it, you soggy sop! Keep your cloud to yourself!" She quickly steps away from Mr. Boggs and favors him with a withering stare.
"Now, excuse me. I'm needed on stage." She turns on her heel and storms off, taking smug satisfaction on turning her back to Boggs.
On stage, Amelie, playing the part of the merchant Pantaloon, and Hey Kid, playing their child, Babeline, are hiking through the mountains, blissfully unaware that they are approaching the lair of the Terrible Dragon. They exchange some light banter, then Babeline points off-stage. "Papa! Papa! Look out!" Babeline cries.
Yazeba takes her cue and sweeps onto the stage. She is wearing a billowing cloak of green dragonscales (sequins) and she wears a headband with curling horns on it. "Yes, behold! It is I, the Terrible Dragon!" she declares in a throaty growl. "Gaze upon me and despair! By trespassing upon my domain, your lives have become forfeit!"
"Oh, woe," Amelie says, the robotic maid's delivery a bit flat. "Who will be heroic enough to save an old man and his son from this fearsome foe? Who, I ask? Who?"
The audience gasps and leans forward expectantly...
"Now, excuse me. I'm needed on stage." She turns on her heel and storms off, taking smug satisfaction on turning her back to Boggs.
OOC:
Whoopsie: Delight in pushing everyone else away.On stage, Amelie, playing the part of the merchant Pantaloon, and Hey Kid, playing their child, Babeline, are hiking through the mountains, blissfully unaware that they are approaching the lair of the Terrible Dragon. They exchange some light banter, then Babeline points off-stage. "Papa! Papa! Look out!" Babeline cries.
Yazeba takes her cue and sweeps onto the stage. She is wearing a billowing cloak of green dragonscales (sequins) and she wears a headband with curling horns on it. "Yes, behold! It is I, the Terrible Dragon!" she declares in a throaty growl. "Gaze upon me and despair! By trespassing upon my domain, your lives have become forfeit!"
"Oh, woe," Amelie says, the robotic maid's delivery a bit flat. "Who will be heroic enough to save an old man and his son from this fearsome foe? Who, I ask? Who?"
The audience gasps and leans forward expectantly...
Aug 9, 2024 10:38 am
"Bumbelina" waves her wand "I cast a spell to buy us time, it will resume ten seconds... nine..." she shoots the audience a glance intended to be panicked, but of course it's lost behind the mask and rushes over to Don Michel.
"The Hero is no-where to be found, Don Michel, can you take up the sword and fight! Show your heroic side to your former rival and prove to us all you are more than the villain you appear to be! You need to fight this fearsome creature together"
"The Hero is no-where to be found, Don Michel, can you take up the sword and fight! Show your heroic side to your former rival and prove to us all you are more than the villain you appear to be! You need to fight this fearsome creature together"
Aug 9, 2024 12:45 pm
A voice off-stage: "Of course the hero can’t be found, O Fairy Queen. For you keep looking for a man!"
Demi leaps onto the stage from above (using a barely-visible snakeskin ‘rope’ to lower herself). Her snakeskin dress is reminiscent of Dragon’s Lair’s Princess Daphne, black with golden glitter, but hiked and pleated for a hint of She-Ra. Snakeskin boots (also black and gold-glittery) add to this effect. She has matching amazonian bracers, inspired by Athena, of all goddesses! and a flowing, translucent snakeskin cape!
"Why must the hero be a man? Are we in the twenty-twenties or the ten-tens? Is our purpose to cry for help, to say I-can’t and you-can, to marry every man you petrify to maintain your dignity?"
That last bit is just her actual off-stage self talking. She goes on, remembering to keep it heartfelt but also in-character.
"Every step we take is judged. Every time we’re seen alone with a man: judged. Our pasts are judged. Every outfit we wear, what body gets to wear what at the beach, the party, the wedding—our own weddings!—anyone ever tell a groom he can’t wear black on his second wedding?
"Then why tell a man it must be He who brandishes the blade!" She gestures with her open hand toward the fairy queen’s sword. "Why can’t the hero be a woman? One who is more than just her mysterious youthful beauty—one who is clearly a magical creature of myth—one whose potential was overlooked by the gods themselves!
"Why can’t She brandish the sword…"
Demi draws her hand away from the blade after that heartfelt soliloquy made the case for her deserving it.
Or so it seemed—
"…for the sword is already Yours."Demi goes on, and while she is Princess Lisbei addressing the Fairy Queen, her words are meant for the girl behind the mask.
"You said it yourself, Your Highness. We can only win if we work together. Spoken like a true leader. Point that sword where you wish your followers to go, and we shall support you, Hero."
She then turns to the crowd and does that Fourth Wall thing that apparently hasn’t gotten tiresome yet, what with there being yet another Deadpool release. "Everyone knows that the true hero is the one who dons the mask." —at least in this day and age in which all that Marvel-ous crap keeps outselling relatable tales with real emotion, heart-wrenching sacrifice, the cleverly-unpredictable and a sense of danger not constantly diluted by half-witty quips and remorseless decapitation puns.
Demi leaps onto the stage from above (using a barely-visible snakeskin ‘rope’ to lower herself). Her snakeskin dress is reminiscent of Dragon’s Lair’s Princess Daphne, black with golden glitter, but hiked and pleated for a hint of She-Ra. Snakeskin boots (also black and gold-glittery) add to this effect. She has matching amazonian bracers, inspired by Athena, of all goddesses! and a flowing, translucent snakeskin cape!
"Why must the hero be a man? Are we in the twenty-twenties or the ten-tens? Is our purpose to cry for help, to say I-can’t and you-can, to marry every man you petrify to maintain your dignity?"
That last bit is just her actual off-stage self talking. She goes on, remembering to keep it heartfelt but also in-character.
"Every step we take is judged. Every time we’re seen alone with a man: judged. Our pasts are judged. Every outfit we wear, what body gets to wear what at the beach, the party, the wedding—our own weddings!—anyone ever tell a groom he can’t wear black on his second wedding?
"Then why tell a man it must be He who brandishes the blade!" She gestures with her open hand toward the fairy queen’s sword. "Why can’t the hero be a woman? One who is more than just her mysterious youthful beauty—one who is clearly a magical creature of myth—one whose potential was overlooked by the gods themselves!
"Why can’t She brandish the sword…"
Demi draws her hand away from the blade after that heartfelt soliloquy made the case for her deserving it.
Or so it seemed—
"…for the sword is already Yours."
OOC:
BINGO - Deliver a surprisingly heart wrenching soliloquy. (1 token played; 1 remaining)"You said it yourself, Your Highness. We can only win if we work together. Spoken like a true leader. Point that sword where you wish your followers to go, and we shall support you, Hero."
She then turns to the crowd and does that Fourth Wall thing that apparently hasn’t gotten tiresome yet, what with there being yet another Deadpool release. "Everyone knows that the true hero is the one who dons the mask." —at least in this day and age in which all that Marvel-ous crap keeps outselling relatable tales with real emotion, heart-wrenching sacrifice, the cleverly-unpredictable and a sense of danger not constantly diluted by half-witty quips and remorseless decapitation puns.
Last edited Aug 9, 2024 12:48 pm
Aug 9, 2024 1:48 pm
Now this was more like it! Dragons, strange women bequeathing magic items, a terrible cigar smoking dragon and people to save. Parish was awash in old memories of countless quests and was mentally going through the best approaches to take down a rampaging reptilian beast. When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing between the others and the dragon holding out his quill pen like the world's smallest rapier and immediately freezes up because he has no idea where any of this is in the play.
OOC:
Whoopsie: Get lost in a flight of fancy.Aug 9, 2024 2:40 pm
OOC:
BINGO - place a token on the table and:⭐️ Shine my spotlight on someone else.
She Miss-Piggily squees, "Is not the pen mightier than the sword! Write your own destiny, Newt!" She utters the character name like a term of endearment, the way Sigourney Weaver said it in Aliens.
Of course, she’s shining her spotlight on a man now, but were her words to Gertrude really about women in general, or just Gertrude, or is the Star just having such a grand time she just says whatever she feels in the moment? Even Demi doesn’t know the answer to that, but she sure looks like she does!
Aug 9, 2024 6:34 pm
Gertrude has no idea what's going on. but the Demi Gorgone had just given her a sword (well given a sword back)...
She rushes towards the Yezeba's Dragon waving her sword around "Dreaded Yez...Dragon, here we take our stand, you shall not terrorize us, these are my people, this is my home and you shall hurt them no-more!"
She rushes towards the Yezeba's Dragon waving her sword around "Dreaded Yez...Dragon, here we take our stand, you shall not terrorize us, these are my people, this is my home and you shall hurt them no-more!"
Aug 9, 2024 9:46 pm
It's now time for Roberto to reappear, so Mr. Boggs leaps back onto stage, again utters "frzzzikkpoofskark" to indicate a teleportation, and then gapes at the chaotic scene.
There weren't supposed to be this many people facing the Terrible Dragon...or had the script been changed? Or maybe he was misremembering?
Blinking at everyone for a few moments, Mr. Boggs decides to just deliver the lines he remembered...well, with a bit of improvisation, too....
"Incredible! I teleported to face the dragon, yet everyone is here before me! Perhaps this terrible foe cast a spell that corrupted my spell. Perhaps it sent me into limbo, without my consent or knowledge, all to buy time."
"But time has run out, vile creature! Your doom is nigh!"
He waves his staff at the dragon, utters words that sound like "Ixnay yixnay frostay," and then makes a whooshing noise, followed by a crinkling sound.
"There! I have cast Frostfang's Embrace, a powerful cold spell! The dragon feels a deadly frigidity creeping towards its very heart, and its fire is surely quenched!"
"I desired to face this dragon alone, but your collective bravery has inspired me!"
Not really. Roberto is a bit sore at not being able to tackle the fiend by his lonesome, but it's not like he can shoo everyone away.
"Let us fell this blackhearted monster together! Strike hard, strike true, while my spell has weakened it!"
There weren't supposed to be this many people facing the Terrible Dragon...or had the script been changed? Or maybe he was misremembering?
Blinking at everyone for a few moments, Mr. Boggs decides to just deliver the lines he remembered...well, with a bit of improvisation, too....
"Incredible! I teleported to face the dragon, yet everyone is here before me! Perhaps this terrible foe cast a spell that corrupted my spell. Perhaps it sent me into limbo, without my consent or knowledge, all to buy time."
"But time has run out, vile creature! Your doom is nigh!"
He waves his staff at the dragon, utters words that sound like "Ixnay yixnay frostay," and then makes a whooshing noise, followed by a crinkling sound.
"There! I have cast Frostfang's Embrace, a powerful cold spell! The dragon feels a deadly frigidity creeping towards its very heart, and its fire is surely quenched!"
"I desired to face this dragon alone, but your collective bravery has inspired me!"
Not really. Roberto is a bit sore at not being able to tackle the fiend by his lonesome, but it's not like he can shoo everyone away.
"Let us fell this blackhearted monster together! Strike hard, strike true, while my spell has weakened it!"
Last edited Aug 9, 2024 9:48 pm
Aug 10, 2024 10:04 pm
The play was actually going pretty well. His character was off stage and the right people were fighting the dragon. Sure there was some ad-libbing here and there but, he was pretty sure it would be okay anyway. Not much else for him to do except grab a guitar and strum for extra effect in the scene.
OOC:
Whoopsie: Coast on byAug 11, 2024 3:03 pm
Parish smiles wide and turns towards the audience with a gleam in his eyes. "Oh I can see the battle to come so clearly!" He calls out. "Bumbelina brandishing the sword of night to reflect the light send by by Lady of the Moon to dazzle the terrible dragon! The brave playwright using the feathered end of his quill to tickle the dragon in her one weak spot before jabbing the pointed end his quill into her second! Princess Lisbei crying out encouragement everytime we are scorched by dragon flame or thrown to the ground by a lashing tail or the wind from the dragon's great wings. The constant flashes of Roberto's magic as he weakens the dragon again and again until at once we all duck under the failing claws of the dragon's last great charge before sword and pen, spell and song end the threat of the dragon forever."
Newt sighs in contentment. "It will be glorious. At least, in the play I am going to write about all of this it will. He looks behind him. "Assuming I live to write it, that is."
Parish moves to retake his place in the scene when his foot gets caught in a stray rope across the stage. Parish trips headlong across the floor pulling the rope taught and causing the curtain to swing out in front the players. Apparently Robin had been busy setting that up for everyone and he'd been too caught up to notice. The audience erupts into applause loving the Act 1 cliffhanger. That Sal is a genius!
Newt sighs in contentment. "It will be glorious. At least, in the play I am going to write about all of this it will. He looks behind him. "Assuming I live to write it, that is."
Parish moves to retake his place in the scene when his foot gets caught in a stray rope across the stage. Parish trips headlong across the floor pulling the rope taught and causing the curtain to swing out in front the players. Apparently Robin had been busy setting that up for everyone and he'd been too caught up to notice. The audience erupts into applause loving the Act 1 cliffhanger. That Sal is a genius!
OOC:
Bingo: Describe a daring and gripping sword fight with another character." Immediately followed by Whoopsie :Bluster headfirst into a terrible mistake.Aug 12, 2024 9:03 am
OOC:
Play Bingos:Deliver a monologue with gusto.
Deliver an absurd pun.
Deliver a line that makes someone laugh.
Deliver a surprisingly heart wrenching soliloquy.
Cry realistic tears over someone who’s died a realistic death.
Describe a daring and gripping swordfight with another character.
Cover up a problem with flawless improvisation.
Play Whoopsies:
Forget your lines.
Improvise the exact wrong line.
Get stage fright.
Miss your big entrance.
There’s an off-stage argument louder than the play.
A costume rips.
Someone slips and gets hurt!
Aug 12, 2024 10:11 am
Yazeba quirks her eyebrow at the chaotic scene unfolding on stage. What was the point of re-writing the script if nobody else was sticking to it, anyways? She doesn't even flinch when Roberto hits her with his "cold spell," simply shaking her head as Parish trips and brings the curtain down.
After a brief intermission, the curtain raises on Act Two. The crowd applauds as the scene resumes with the Terrible Dragon facing off against the motley crew of heroes. Yazeba half-heartedly pretends to fight back, swiping her claws and blowing smoke as the other actors dance around her and swing their swords, quills, or other appendages. "Grr. Argh," she says.
Finally, Bumblelina lands a fatal blow. The Terrible Dragon dramatically throws her hand across her forehead. "Oh, you got me!" she exclaims and falls to her knees. "But with my dying breath, I will burn one of you and take you with me!"
Yazeba casts a spell, filling the stage with a wall of illusory fire. Somebody screams! But who?!?
After a brief intermission, the curtain raises on Act Two. The crowd applauds as the scene resumes with the Terrible Dragon facing off against the motley crew of heroes. Yazeba half-heartedly pretends to fight back, swiping her claws and blowing smoke as the other actors dance around her and swing their swords, quills, or other appendages. "Grr. Argh," she says.
Finally, Bumblelina lands a fatal blow. The Terrible Dragon dramatically throws her hand across her forehead. "Oh, you got me!" she exclaims and falls to her knees. "But with my dying breath, I will burn one of you and take you with me!"
Yazeba casts a spell, filling the stage with a wall of illusory fire. Somebody screams! But who?!?
Aug 12, 2024 11:53 am
Demi contemplates doing a death scene, since American movies never kill off the star.
Backstage, she tells Amelie or Sal or whoever happens to be back there, "If we could kook up the fog machine stage left, and shine gold stage-lights and red spotlights from the ceiling on the left, white and blue stage-right, that would make for a decent hot-cold effect…"
She wonders if she can get her pyromancer dress for the burning effect. Oh, why wasn’t this discussed during intermission?
⚡️ Demand luxuries that aren't available.
Also, while she’s trying to plan the perfect death scene, someone else can feel free to act out the death scene!
Backstage, she tells Amelie or Sal or whoever happens to be back there, "If we could kook up the fog machine stage left, and shine gold stage-lights and red spotlights from the ceiling on the left, white and blue stage-right, that would make for a decent hot-cold effect…"
She wonders if she can get her pyromancer dress for the burning effect. Oh, why wasn’t this discussed during intermission?
OOC:
WHOOPSIE - take a token and:⚡️ Demand luxuries that aren't available.
Also, while she’s trying to plan the perfect death scene, someone else can feel free to act out the death scene!
Aug 12, 2024 8:02 pm
The battle had been fierce and bloody (well, you kind of had to imagine it), but they'd finally defeated the dragon! Mr. Boggs/Roberto lets out what he thinks is a robust victorious laugh, though it sounds like a mousy accountant tittering at an IRS joke.
"Victory! Glory! Powered by love! Now we shall----"
Then the dragon's dying attack "hits" him, and he gasps and clutches his chest. Stumbling to his knees, he snaps his staff in two. (Because the script indicated that this shows a wizard's truly defeated.)
"Ughhh...the pain...this is...surely fatal. Unfair...cruel...to be victorious, and reunited with my love...with revenge against Don Michael within my grasp...and then to be torn from this life that is suddenly so...so full of promise."
A heavy sigh. Should he be biting down on a fake blood capsule now? Well, he didn't think they had those here, so....
"But no...don't complain...be strong. I said I would fight, and die if necessary. And I did fight, and now I must...depart this mortal realm. Remember me, Lisbei. I shall surely...remember you, wherever the afterlife takes me. And if I can...return somehow, I...I...."
He can't finish, because death has claimed him. Mr. Boggs rolls down onto the floor with one final wheeze, his tongue lolling out. His raincloud seems to expand, actually sending out its gloominess (if not its moisture) until the entire room is as melancholy as a tomb.
Oh, what price victory?!
"Victory! Glory! Powered by love! Now we shall----"
Then the dragon's dying attack "hits" him, and he gasps and clutches his chest. Stumbling to his knees, he snaps his staff in two. (Because the script indicated that this shows a wizard's truly defeated.)
"Ughhh...the pain...this is...surely fatal. Unfair...cruel...to be victorious, and reunited with my love...with revenge against Don Michael within my grasp...and then to be torn from this life that is suddenly so...so full of promise."
A heavy sigh. Should he be biting down on a fake blood capsule now? Well, he didn't think they had those here, so....
"But no...don't complain...be strong. I said I would fight, and die if necessary. And I did fight, and now I must...depart this mortal realm. Remember me, Lisbei. I shall surely...remember you, wherever the afterlife takes me. And if I can...return somehow, I...I...."
He can't finish, because death has claimed him. Mr. Boggs rolls down onto the floor with one final wheeze, his tongue lolling out. His raincloud seems to expand, actually sending out its gloominess (if not its moisture) until the entire room is as melancholy as a tomb.
Oh, what price victory?!
Aug 12, 2024 8:52 pm
Demi Gorgone thinks about some very sad things. And she’s had a few thousand years to get over them, so it’s hard to cry from that. But what easy for the actress is to turn on the waterworks. Real liquid pouring from her eyes.
That’s because her snakes can drool on cue.
"Start the water-works, girls."
Her snake-hair parts like curtain bangs, and a few serpentine heads peer behind the star’s shades and tears (snake drool) trickle down the gorgon’s smooth, scaly cheeks.
"Oh, Roberto, my unrequited love! The jealous dragon forced us apart, and even in defeat, the beast adhered to its strict anti-romantic decree!"
Tears! Real tears—a brilliant tragic ending. Wolverine would never die and leave Deadpool weeping and professing his love! This B&B creative team is where it’s at! Real feeling, and to think Demi just came for the pancakes while out in the boonies to play the role of Hillbilly Beverly!She sobs and poses dramatically, and gorgons are pretty but also incredibly strong, so she is able to maintain a graceful, elegant, mournful posture even as she scoops Roberto in her arms.
"Oh! I am so overcome with sorrow, to join you in the grave would be a mercy!" But she notices the impressionable hey-kids, the masked Gertrude, and honestly Juliette was an idiot stabbing herself over Romeo. So she isn’t about to do the Shakespearean thing (which isn’t in the script, not like that’s stopping anyone).
She places Mr. Boggs’ ‘body’ center-stage.
"…but as Princess, I am a role model, so I’ll resist the urge to dive into your open grave and go on, somehow, being strong for…" Don’t say Handsome Frog-Knight! "…forrr, the best revenge is to live well.
"So, by living happily ever after, I’ll avenge you. Take that, dragon!" she says to the already-defeated dragon.
That’s because her snakes can drool on cue.
"Start the water-works, girls."
Her snake-hair parts like curtain bangs, and a few serpentine heads peer behind the star’s shades and tears (snake drool) trickle down the gorgon’s smooth, scaly cheeks.
"Oh, Roberto, my unrequited love! The jealous dragon forced us apart, and even in defeat, the beast adhered to its strict anti-romantic decree!"
Tears! Real tears—a brilliant tragic ending. Wolverine would never die and leave Deadpool weeping and professing his love! This B&B creative team is where it’s at! Real feeling, and to think Demi just came for the pancakes while out in the boonies to play the role of Hillbilly Beverly!
OOC:
BINGO - cry realistic tears. Snake venom looks kinda like water, right?"Oh! I am so overcome with sorrow, to join you in the grave would be a mercy!" But she notices the impressionable hey-kids, the masked Gertrude, and honestly Juliette was an idiot stabbing herself over Romeo. So she isn’t about to do the Shakespearean thing (which isn’t in the script, not like that’s stopping anyone).
She places Mr. Boggs’ ‘body’ center-stage.
"…but as Princess, I am a role model, so I’ll resist the urge to dive into your open grave and go on, somehow, being strong for…" Don’t say Handsome Frog-Knight! "…forrr, the best revenge is to live well.
"So, by living happily ever after, I’ll avenge you. Take that, dragon!" she says to the already-defeated dragon.
Aug 12, 2024 9:41 pm
Viv returns to the stage, the Queen of the Moon gazing down upon Roberto. "Roberto’s body is dead, but I sense his soul lingering near. There may still be a way to save him, Lisbei. And that way is... Is..."
The Lady of the Lake blinks and shifts awkwardly. She looks backstage and catches Sal’s eye. "Um, what’s my line again?"
The Lady of the Lake blinks and shifts awkwardly. She looks backstage and catches Sal’s eye. "Um, what’s my line again?"
OOC:
Whoopsie: Forget your lines. @Ysolde, save her!Aug 13, 2024 5:45 pm
Sal steps in and hands Viv her lines, "To say goodbye, bid the soul adieu and move on with life. The dragon is defeated and he has paid the price, but life goes on. We must all accept that everything is not forever and that there is beauty in things that last for just a brief moment. Fireworks and flowers would not be nearly so beautiful if they did not end. Summer would not be so sweet without cold winter. His soul will move on into the sunless lands but he will not be forgotten. His life may have been short but, his tale shall be as long as the sun."
Sal nods after giving Viv her lines in a soft voice and then steps out and lets the curtain fall. Now everyone comes out to take bows and let the audience cheer them on.
Sal nods after giving Viv her lines in a soft voice and then steps out and lets the curtain fall. Now everyone comes out to take bows and let the audience cheer them on.
Aug 14, 2024 6:59 am
The crowd cheers wildly as they deem the play a rousing success! Robin wipes away pyroclastic tears and the Rabbits hop with joy!
When it's Yazeba's turn to take her bow, she gives a stiff and perfunctory one. Afterwards, she seeks out Sal. "It's a little rough, as far as drafts go. It could do with some fleshing out of motivations and an extended denouement. There is potential here, though."
Never one to miss a chance for a cutting remark, Yazeba adds, "I would advise you not to squander it as you did your potential for magic."
And with that, the witch departs for her study...
When it's Yazeba's turn to take her bow, she gives a stiff and perfunctory one. Afterwards, she seeks out Sal. "It's a little rough, as far as drafts go. It could do with some fleshing out of motivations and an extended denouement. There is potential here, though."
Never one to miss a chance for a cutting remark, Yazeba adds, "I would advise you not to squander it as you did your potential for magic."
And with that, the witch departs for her study...
Aug 14, 2024 9:49 pm
Cheers? Huh. There were never any cheers back at The Company. Except during the annual Christmas party, when certain people (not Mr. Boggs, of course) became too tipsy. But those were just drunken hollers about random nonsense, not real cheers.
Mr. Boggs tries to soak it all in...but his raincloud is soaking him, as usual. He looks up at it and sighs. If only it would fade away....
After a few minutes, however, he's feeling pretty good, the cheers having done their work. He also wants to talk to someone, to share this experience. And maybe listen to some praise for his portrayal of Roberto....
But everyone seems otherwise engaged, so instead he addresses the audience:
"Roberto may be dead, but his spirit lives on in all of you!"
As soon as he says it, though, embarrassment hits him like a wave. That was so sappy! Like something you'd see on a ridiculous greeting card, or yelled out by some over-energetic motivational guru. His pragmatic co-workers back at The Company would be ribbing him for weeks if they'd heard him.
Maybe he was too absorbed with all this drama and excitement, and needed to take a step back....
Mr. Boggs tries to soak it all in...but his raincloud is soaking him, as usual. He looks up at it and sighs. If only it would fade away....
After a few minutes, however, he's feeling pretty good, the cheers having done their work. He also wants to talk to someone, to share this experience. And maybe listen to some praise for his portrayal of Roberto....
But everyone seems otherwise engaged, so instead he addresses the audience:
"Roberto may be dead, but his spirit lives on in all of you!"
As soon as he says it, though, embarrassment hits him like a wave. That was so sappy! Like something you'd see on a ridiculous greeting card, or yelled out by some over-energetic motivational guru. His pragmatic co-workers back at The Company would be ribbing him for weeks if they'd heard him.
Maybe he was too absorbed with all this drama and excitement, and needed to take a step back....
Aug 16, 2024 6:56 am
The stars bask in the crowd's adulation, the rainy weather outside all but forgotten.
And that is the story of Sal's first play!
And that is the story of Sal's first play!