The bar was like a ghost town. Uh, if Tino was a ghost. Maybe Tino had done something to make it so eerily quiet. Or maybe it was that there was no bartender to save customers from Tino's insanity.

No matter, Caritas was open.

Genesis would not deny that he was restless, not today. But it was a controlled restless that lent itself well to his inspecting the theatre, dropping more accounting work on Warren’s desk (he’d found more! Somewhere! Warren was going to be delighted with him) , and making a few phone calls to insure that things proceed apace in… other matters.

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There was rather less to be done today in preparation for the auditions, truly, which would be why after making certain that everything was set up exactly the way he wanted, Genesis had flung himself down in a seat and was texting Angeal ( Read more... )

Given the way that Snow White had gone, Genesis was quite firmly shoving down any expectations that he had for how this might turn out--his cast and crew had done a good job, the last time, yes, even despite the gingerbread his theatre had turned into for a day--and walked around without hurry as he made certain that everything was in it's place ( Read more... )

Genesis was smiling faintly that morning. It might have been the fact that the heat was back and he was no longer relying on the back-up generators, or it might have been his own amusement at finally, finally having come to a decision about his next production.

He thought it would be quite amusing ( Read more... )

The waves lapped at the shoreline ( Read more... )

Genesis was in a good mood.

He was stretched out in one of the comfier seats that the Perk had to offer, a coffee by his side and Loveless in his lap. Rather than reading, he was idly reviewing his notes for the various projects he’d chosen to involve himself in ( Read more... )

By early afternoon, there were signs up around town that stated:

SNOW WHITE WILL BE PERFORMED IN THE PARK AT SEVEN P.M. TONIGHT

Do not eat my theatre. I will find you and destroy you should the attempt be made.

( It was amazing what you could do by paying people who knew what they were doing… )

…The theatre was made of gingerbread.

Genesis amended that thought almost immediately-the lights, the stage itself, the seating… none of that was gingerbread. The ceiling was not. This was vexing.

The walls were. He cast a dubious glance up at the ceiling. While he was not particularly concerned about himself if the building fell down around him ( Read more... )

Genesis smirked slightly as he glanced around at the controlled chaos that was preparation for the opening night of Snow White. It was too bad that Angeal could not have come--he'd have had commentary on the story at the least, if not how it was being done ( Read more... )