The Boards, Thursday Evening (Petey Sci-Fi Rehearsal)
Ah, the first day of rehearsals at the Boards. It was just the sort of thing to make Jono show up looking... if not happy then at least slightly less grumpy than usual, with a stack of scripts in his arms complete with sheet music. It might have been the therapeutic smashing of creepy dolls with a crowbar that had him in such a good mood. Or maybe
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Let's see how long that lasts.
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Why don't we start with a small, sloshy sound as a wet little body in a mildewed black dress shuffled around behind a curtain, then poked its head out to look at her. "Plaaaaay?"
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Kenzi turned, expecting a little kid, and blinked. Hard.
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Did the sound even come from the doll? It was the only thing there, but it stood stock still as Kenzi blinked at it, giving no evidence that it was any more than a pale, dripping toy that someone had left on the stage.
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Who'd been floating in the ocean for twenty years and sucked on by a squid.
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Okay, yeah. It came from the doll. So did the tiny white arms reaching up.
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That's as coherent as Kenzi was going to get, as she stumbled backward, nearly falling on her ass.
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Any doll that looked normal, doing that, Kenzi might have considered it. This one? Very easy to resist.
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And yet it still made eerie scraping sounds on the wood of the stage. "No PLAY?"
That tone was not ominous at all. No. Or filled with the rushing, gurgly groan of something left too very long at sea.
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She grabbed a sand-bag and threw it at the doll, then shaking her finger at it. "Look, little demon dolly, I have a lot of work to do! Important work! I can't play! Go, go find-- Jonothan! Yes! Jonathan wants to play with you!"
Jonothan was big and he had a crowbar and he was her boss! HE could play!
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One knocked-over doll, though it slosh-scraped slowly to its bare white feet and fixed Kenzi with a baleful white glare.
Totter-slosh. Totter-slosh.
"Want to play with youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
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Kenzi ran. For the edge of the stage. And right off it.
"....ow."
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...tinkletinkletinkle?
As weetiny porcelain hands clapped together and a weetiny porcelain face peered over the edge of the stage, giggling happily. "Aaaagain! Again!"
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