Adstringendum!

[Guess who is in her own body and guess who is busy opening up a worn crate clearly labeled Holiday in her theatre? This girl! And she's tugging a long well-loved coil of tinsel out of the box with a flourish and a smile, draping it across the piano almost lovingly as she smiles brightly toward the camera.]I know the event is ( Read more... )

[There is the faintest tinkling of piano through the feed, forming the beginning of the finale to one of the best Broadway musicals of all time -- well, if you ask her anyway. A well-trained ear will be able to hear uneven breathing, very faintly -- but it stops, soon enough, as Rschel begins to sing.]

I'm limited...

[The quickest inhale of ( Read more... )

[Rachel sounds distracted -- but her tone is sincere and quiet, at least.]

I'm -- really sorry for how I acted this week. It seems, for a brief moment, that I entirely forgot where I came from and --

[There's the tiniest hitch of breath before Rachel clears her throat, steeling her nerves.]While apologies will not take back what was said and done ( Read more... )

[Rachel is seated on her bed, legs crossed, a notepad in front of her, a pen between her teeth. For a moment, she appears to not know the PCD is recording -- but then she looks up, checking something off on the paper on her lap.]I have a few items to address, so if everyone would kindly listen, I would very much appreciate it ( Read more... )

[Twelve Midnight.]

Is this a -- ?

[A dozen beeps -- whoever has the PCD is pressing an assortment of buttons.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? Mercedes? -- has she not set up her voicemail, this is ridiculous --

[Another series of buttons.]

Kurt? Hello, it's Rachel, I need someone to come pick me up -- is there no service? --

[A much longer pause ( Read more... )

[Rachel Berry is breathless. Her eyes are puffy and red. Her fingers are clenching at the PCD like it very may well run away.

She is inches from hysteria.]

Whoever moved Kurt, it isn't funny, do you hear me? He can't be moved, he's in a coma, he might --

[Deep breaths, Berry.]Where is he? Blaine, did you move him? Someone tell me what's going on ( Read more... )

[The first rule of showbusiness is to always be accomodating. So Rachel turns on her PCD with a sunny smile, but there is a glint in her eye.

She's also wearing a silver-y chain around her neck, but that's entirely besides the point, move along, people.]I expect everyone who wishes to participate in the Adstringendum Glee Club to be at the old ( Read more... )

[Rachel is sitting on her bed, staring almost blankly at the mirror she managed to find and fix up the best she could. Her posture is perfect, her breathing even, but to those that are paying attention very carefully, Rachel's hands are shaking.

Suddenly -- she's on her feet -- and the PCD is in her hands -- ]You can't help me organize anything ( Read more... )

Well, now that the insanity has passed.

[Rachel is hanging up her green scarf, a testament to her own team loyalty, before she turns to her PCD, hands on her hips. She means absolute business.]

We can get down to actual business! Our talent has rested far too long and I believe auditions have been postponed long enough. So, I move to make an ( Read more... )

[Rachel is lying on her stomach, on her bed, watching the early morning sun through her window. She doesn't look happy, but she doesn't look unhappy either -- more or less content as she looks towards her wall, where she has hung a makeshift calendar ( Read more... )