There was flatbread all over his stage, all over his booth, all over--

"Why don't I have stage hands? Why? I'm auditioning stage hands next production. Dear Lord, what the hell is wrong with this place?!"

That said, the show must go on.

[ocd up!]

It was previews tonight, so while there was a bit of nervousness, there wasn't the electricity of opening night. There was just the theatre with the chairs set up and the set made to resemble the very town they were in and oh my god they were up to previews ( Read more... )

He hadn't had much of a weekend, other than his usual slinking around his theatre, working on ideas for the production. A part of him was wanting to dress it up since they had some funds to spare, but another part of him loved the bare-bones production style regardless of how much money they had. It made the actors work harder and as far as he ( Read more... )

As much as Fiyero was glad to be himself again ... he half-missed the feminine perks, as it were.

And maybe he was flipping through a girly magazine at the counter of the bookstore today. So sue him!

Besides, maybe he could find something he'd be able to cook.

{{OOC: OCD-less!}}

Hurley totally zoomed into work... just a wee bit late. He'd overslept. Oops.

He opened up the shop, and put on the album that Chad had pointed out to him the other week. It was... pretty cool, actually.

[ooc: OCD coming, sorry for lateness! Open!]

Fiyero is, as usual, sitting at the counter and reading over the play.

His lines are at least slowly coming together, so there is that. He looks approachable enough.

{OOC: And OCD-less.}

Another day, another snippet of script to work on. At least he was getting good amounts of practicing in.

Fiyero flipped the page of his playbook and glanced up from the front desk now and again. He didn't want any customers to go without, after all. He hummed while he read, something low and probably from his school days at Shiz.

As is perhaps expected, Fiyero is sitting at the front desk and browsing his copy of the play, jotting down notes in the column.

He'd like to do well with it, so it only makes sense that he'd review his lines as much as possible.

{{OOC: OCD-free!}}

Another day, another bit of work!

This time he's sitting at the counter and browsing though Cooking Basics for Dummies.

He does not, however, look too busy to answer questions or help someone to find a book.

{{OOC: And OCD-less.}}

To say that Penelope wasn't nervous for her first night of work would be a vast understatement. She was terribly nervous and excited and coming into work early only managed to give her time to work up more nervousness. It was an awful feeling in the center of her belly.

Tino set a draft beer on the counter in front of her and without a word, ( Read more... )