Geoffrey had started the morning auspiciously by falling out of bed, banging his head against the closet door, jamming a nail on the door, swearing himself into making something fall on him, finally opening the door, getting his foot stuck in it, nearly twisting his knee by trying to move forward with his foot still in the door, and burning his hand with a splash of coffee as soon as he finally limped to the kitchen.
No surprise, perhaps, that the door was kicked open today? Or that the poster was mostly thrown out there.
CASTING FOR
THE SCOTTISH PLAYNo experience necessary! Amateurs wanted! Cast and Crew Positions! Free food!
Was he pandering on that last one? Yes, yes he was.
Either way, grumbling and cursing and wondering when, exactly, it became not too early for Scotch, Geoffrey settled into his chair to wait and see who showed up.
[ocd up!][please note: tryouts for the next three weeks; also, they are SP if needed][also,
here's the general gist on the plays][meta names here]