Rehearsing with Jim.

[dishabille_mal]

The other rehearsals had ended hours earlier, and so the stage was empty. Maladicta had come from the compound, in her jeans and tunic because she had no idea what the costumes would be, so she didn't know what would work for practice clothes. She traversed the stage, looking over the script. She was grateful that Jim was Benedick because she knew him, and liked him, and that had worked out very well in the last play: She'd gotten to know and like Jack Crew, and they had worked quite wonderfully well together.

There were certainly worse ways it could have gone. She looked up, noticing someone walking over from her peripheral vision, and smiled, lifting a hand.

"Evening."