Open RP: Auditions!

[crazynotstoned]

So as far as Geoffrey knew, his production of Twelfth Night was well under way. No, really -- despite it having been weeks since his posters had been altered, he had somehow entirely failed to notice that the people who were signed up for the play were, in fact, signed up for a completely different one. This meant he was probably due for something

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[mageofanima]

Erk tended to monologue a lot, really, but he had figured that general spur-of-the-moment tirades weren't quite what was being looked for.

So he had hurriedly found a suitable monologue in a book of plays he had run across once in the Library and spent most of yesterday memorizing it. It was almost as if the playwright had taken one of his rants and simply made it more dramatic. Of course, he was starting to feel like there was a risk that he would launch into it if Serra showed up. O, she misused me past the endurance of a block!

Walking into the Great Hall, he looked around until he saw the sign and ambled over. "This is where the auditions are taking place, right?"

((OOC: So how are the monologues going to work? I've linked to a site with the one Erk's chosen.))

[crazynotstoned]

((Check the note above! He can read that (you don't actually have to type it out or whatever :P) and maybe, you know, let me know how he does ;) ))

Ah, the first arrival! Geoffrey fished his hand out of his many-holed sleeves and held it up to Erk in greeting, flashing a smile. "Yeah, hi. Come on in." He waved him over and halfway stood up, holding out a hand to shake. "I'm Geoffrey Tennant. This is Bun-Bun." He nodded to his lapine stage manager who I'm pretending showed up already.

[ka_click]

The Rabbit grins at the new guy, but doesn't offer a paw to shake. "I'm the stage manager. You got problems, you let me know." And he'll tell you to go to hell, cause your problems don't mean diddley compared to the problem of getting everyone on their marks on cue.

[mageofanima]

"Alright..." Even after several months at Hogwarts, a talking rabbit was still approaching Erk's weirdness threshold. Particularly one that was actually named Bun-Bun. He didn't think anything intelligent enough to talk would have tolerated that name. "I'm Erk. Pleased to meet both of you. So, ah... What exactly is A Midsummer Night's Dream about?"

[crazynotstoned]

Geoffrey twitched visibly at the mention of the play, some of the color draining from his face. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath. Raising his voice again, he asked Erk, "You're sure you don't mean Twelfth Night? They're..." He rubbed at his forehead. "...Not very similar, actually, but they both have night in the title, anyway, and they're both by Shakespeare, and I imagine that's enough to confuse some people."

[mageofanima]

"I'm afraid it said A Midsummer Night's Dream on the posters." Erk shrugged. "Oh, well. I unfortunately come from a world that doesn't have a Shakespeare in it - yet, anyway - so I don't really know one from the other. Ah... I'll just... begin now."

He launched into the monologue - he had naturally found one he could really get behind, and as such put a lot of feeling behind it. Somehow, it still had a slightly wooden air - like a lesson that's been memorized without really absorbing the meaning.