My feelings can best be expressed in a song from the hit musical "Evil Dead."
Who: Boy and Trod. Toy and Brod. Oy. Nod.
When: IMMEDIATELY after the musical thread.
Where: A broom closet, or the first private place Bod- Troy? Sheesh- can find.
What: Well, what do you think?
Status: Closed (for the moment)
The very instant the curtain was down, Bod was in motion. He didn't stop to congratulate his fellow castmates, to express his excitement at the success of their endeavor. No, he headed straight for the person in the second line, slightly to the left of center stage, and seized him out of the clutches of the two or three ensemble girls who were thronged around him. They all gave him a very surprised and slightly offended look, which he mostly ignored- though he had to admit he felt a bit guilty about, seeing as how they were his friends. However, if what he assumed had happened had actually happened, they wouldn't know that it was him, because they thought that he, Bod, was the one being rudely pulled away.
By... no, he didn't want to think about whose body he was inhabiting at the moment. Thinking about it would only make things worse. The irony was almost ridiculous.
So he dragged his own body, and its new inhabitant, down the hall and into the first vacant space he could find-- a utility closet, next to the scene shop, which was propped open and only held a mop bucket, two brooms, some of the old dressing room mirrors, a half-busted drawer unit, and a rotating fan. Desperately, he kicked the door closed, then rounded on the other boy, wincing anew at the strangeness of... looking at himself from the outside.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded. "Why am I... suddenly... why am I you?"
When: IMMEDIATELY after the musical thread.
Where: A broom closet, or the first private place Bod- Troy? Sheesh- can find.
What: Well, what do you think?
Status: Closed (for the moment)
The very instant the curtain was down, Bod was in motion. He didn't stop to congratulate his fellow castmates, to express his excitement at the success of their endeavor. No, he headed straight for the person in the second line, slightly to the left of center stage, and seized him out of the clutches of the two or three ensemble girls who were thronged around him. They all gave him a very surprised and slightly offended look, which he mostly ignored- though he had to admit he felt a bit guilty about, seeing as how they were his friends. However, if what he assumed had happened had actually happened, they wouldn't know that it was him, because they thought that he, Bod, was the one being rudely pulled away.
By... no, he didn't want to think about whose body he was inhabiting at the moment. Thinking about it would only make things worse. The irony was almost ridiculous.
So he dragged his own body, and its new inhabitant, down the hall and into the first vacant space he could find-- a utility closet, next to the scene shop, which was propped open and only held a mop bucket, two brooms, some of the old dressing room mirrors, a half-busted drawer unit, and a rotating fan. Desperately, he kicked the door closed, then rounded on the other boy, wincing anew at the strangeness of... looking at himself from the outside.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded. "Why am I... suddenly... why am I you?"