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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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.))
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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.
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"I'm HERE!" she announced, screeching to a stop right in front of the sign. "You can start now!"
She didn't know a thing about Shakespeare or monologues, so she'd managed to bully a house elf into fetching her something that would work from the library. The book the elf had brought back had "Desdemona" and "Juliet" in the title, so Tomo figured it was close enough and selected a suitable passage to read and act out. Hey, it looked like Shakespeare, why not?
Never mind that Shakespeare was not likely to be using the word "bullshit" so many times, if at all...
((Link goes to a post in Tomo's journal - how are we doing this? If it's too long, I'll cut it down and relink. I can always post the bits that Tomo mangles or ad-libs. Expect lots of overacting and VOLUME.))
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Geoffrey was pretty used to actors, who as a whole tended to barrel around as though the rest of the world was entirely incidental, so he tried to take Tomo in stride. "We already started," he said slowly. "But you're okay."
"Hi." He lifted a hand, slouching back in his seat. "I'm Geoffrey. I'm guessing you'd be..." He looked over his list till he found the name with the note sparkles next to it. "...Tomo Takino?"
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"Yep! The one and only!" She brandished the book she'd brought, her hand obscuring the title on the jacket. "And I got something to read, too! So what play are we doing, anyway?"
No, Tomo wasn't confused due to the alteration of the posters, she'd honestly forgotten anything but Shakespeare and that there were auditions.
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That question wasn't as easy as it might have been. Geoffrey sighed and propped his elbows up on the chair in front of him, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Take your pick," he muttered.
Okay, that... probably wasn't a valid answer. He cleared his throat and looked up with a hopeful smile. "Uh, I mean... that's a little up in the air at the moment. Why don't you..." He gestured vaguely towards the book, a little desperate.
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The whip, at least, was a promising sign. What Geoffrey really needed was someone who could deal with other people for him.
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He was going to have to check in with the actors when they showed up. He really did want to make sure he wasn't just hallucinating this.
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"So, I was thinking," she launched right in. "Olivia is a good part for someone new. I mean, there's a complexity there, but you're good at, you know, pulling that out of people. But Viola. Now that is a role that needs some depth, you know? Some maturity." With a big grin, she leaned in, resting her cheek on one hand. "Anyone can play Olivia. But Viola needs someone who can handle her, eh?"
Angling for parts, much?
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"Hello, dear," he said flatly. He leaned back in his seat to reveal Bun-Bun on his other side. "This is Bun-Bun, my stage manager. Bun-Bun, this is the illustrious Ellen Fanshaw. Ellen, darling, are you planning on reading today? Or should I have Bun-Bun go and get some cue cards for you?"
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Personally affronted, she sat back in her chair and glowered at Geoffrey. "I don't know if I'm in the correct mental space to do a reading."
Go to hell, Geoffrey.
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She thought she had the power here? No, ma'am.
He leaned in, lowering his voice. "This guy is tougher than Maria. Don't make me sic him on you, Ellen." He jerked a thumb back at the rabbit.
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If it had worked before it might work again. That was the logic behind his decision to drink a couple... (or was it four? five? six?) That was the logic behind his decision to drink a number of gin and tonics (light on the tonic) before going this audition.
"People of Earth," he announced as he entered the room, "take me to your director!"
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He smirked slightly as Ford missed the table, leaning forward in his seat. Drunk people were sometimes fun; moreso when they weren't him embarrassing himself. But when Ford started singing the praises of the new and unauthorized play, he began to look annoyed. "Well, no, actually, no it's not a good choice, you see," he snapped, "because it's actually very difficult to stage without making it dull or silly, and..."
Okay, Oliver wasn't here to hear this rant. Oliver was playing resolutely dead, so Geoff could cool it. He sighed and shook his head irritably. "Never mind. Were you going to read?"
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