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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He had chosen a scene from Hamlet for his audition. His projector, which was sitting behind and to the left of Tennant and...a rabbit (Killjoy repressed a groan and reminded himself that there were much crazier things lurking about the school), wound to life. He started speaking almost before his image showed up, but he probably didn't realize it. And though he would have said his monologue was perfect, he had a tendency to overact and was very bad at changing facial expressions. To his credit, it was difficult to see his face in certain lighting ( ... )
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The rest was mumbled, though in a stage whisper, so it was perfectly audible, "Like the freaking queen, just because you're not twenty anymore."
Oh, the bitterness of a diva.
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Killjoy tactfully elected not to mention what he really thought, that Helena was an even bigger twit that Titania for driving herself to madness over a man. Or that women had no place anywhere near a stage. Opera was one thing; theater was something else entirely. Still, he was nothing if not polite, and to that end, bowed politely.
"Killjoy," he introduced himself. "Dr. Killjoy, though I trust such an intelligent lass as yourself has long since deduced that. Might I know the name of the fair flower who has deigned to speak with this humble alienist?"
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It occured to Geoffrey, sometimes, that he had found himself in an incredibly strange place indeed. Still, a talking rabbit was one thing, but this was even weirder than usual.
It took him a while to realize that not only was the thing talking, but that he was apparently talking to Ellen. In a very particular way. Geoffrey straightened up and raised a brow. "This is Ellen Fanshaw." He waved a hand at Ellen. "My wife. I'm Geoffrey Tennant."
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She walked in, fuzzy pink purse slung over her shoulder. The woman was accessorized to kill.
"Hi! I'm Kelly!" It came out in a very perky chirp.
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Kelly cleared her throat, and launched into a heartfelt recital of Claire Dane's infamous 'O Romeo' monologue. Kelly was only vaguely aware that Shakespeare had something to do with the whole thing.
It sounded exactly like what one might expect a heartfelt rendition of the 'O Romeo' speech as read by Kelly Kapoor to sound like. There were hand motions aplenty, mournful sighs, and incredibly awkward inflection choices.
In Kelly's humble opinion, it was the greatest job ever! She finished with a dramatic gasp, and grinned expectantly at Geoffrey and Bun-Bun.
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Geoffrey was not the most subtle person.
As with Tomo, there wasn't a whole lot he found he could say about it, when she was through. The problem was that back in New Burbage, or even in Montreal, he wouldn't have given her a second look. Here, though, the cast was limited -- he'd already realized he would need to use every person who auditioned in order to fill out the play. That was kind of a problem.
He stood slowly, tugging unconsciously at the cuffs of his huge, dusty black coat. "Kelly." He said her name slowly, trying the sound out. "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly..." Pause. "...Do you want to try that again?"
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It was probably because she hadn't had time to throw herself off of any roofs that morning. Completely understandable. "I’m Stephanie," she announced. "I’m very good at flipping, hopping, and jumping off of things."
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At least he was dimly aware of that fact; when it came time to answer Stephanie he tried to rally himself, mustering up a smile that looked more like a wince. "Right. Well, I don't think we're going to be doing much of that, actually, but if you'd like to read something...?"
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Maybe this was just a twisted retaliation for her hat theft?
"Erm - why are you wearing a wig? Is this some sort of...Canadian thing?"
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As for Geoffrey, he hadn't worn a wig since well before he'd done Hamlet, and that... well, that was a very long time ago now. So this was a little confusing to him. He tugged at one wild curl, to demonstrate that it was real, giving her a bewildered look. "No flips. And no Michelle Pfeiffer. I promise." He grinned. "God fucking forbid."
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Robin Goodfellow, in full glory, stood waiting for applause, hands on his hips.
Then, in a tone melodious and rich, he started his monologue.
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."Bowing low, with a ( ... )
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"Right, and yer auditioning for...? Cause I think you might do well as Lysander, or Cobweb."
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The nudity really did not help, nor did the horrifyingly Nichols-esque theatrics. These kinds of things had no place in an honest show, really. Geoffrey stared numbly at Robin, his face a mask of barely-concealed horror and bemusement. Distracted by Bun-Bun's movement, he glanced down and winced at the note. This was exactly why he didn't WANT to be doing this play, dammit. Too many people like... well, just like THIS always wanted to be involved.
At least the rabbit was consistently proving himself. Geoffrey smirked at the comment and looked back up at Robin. "Thank you, Mr. Goodfellow. We'll be in touch." Not if he could bloody help it, they wouldn't.
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Steph, having just finished up her own audition, couldn't help but notice the naked guy bursting into the great hall.
Ick. The spotlight did not help in the least. She grimaced, and muttered "Eww. Naked old guy," under her breath. Guh. No, thank you.
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