[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

Comments

[gold_ambition]

James was there alone. Luckily, Tina had just given him the name of the play, and he'd been able to charm/intimidate the box office girl into letting him in. SRO, supposedly, but he suspected more than a few seats would be empty by intermission. Romeo and Juliet on Vulcan?

Korby was bad news. And James was there to make sure he didn't pull something on Tina, who was naive enough to think of him only as her ex, and not as a very dangerous, highly unscrupulous man. There he was, making eyes at her that never traveled lower than her tits. And there was the captain and his boyfriend, looking ridiculous. Ah, and Spock without his Jim, curious until he remembered that the doctor was part of their little love nest as well. Well well, Spock, he thought. Hidden depths.

An all-Vulcan cast seemed illogical, to the extent he was thinking about the play at all. Didn't it make more sense for the Montagues to be, well, Human at the very least? Let alone a truly emotional race.

[mr_chekov]

"You know vhen you are observing people it makes good form to at least pretend to looks somevhere else once in a vhile." Pasha noted with some amusement from next to him. She had ment to be meeting Nova and Meira for once final goodbye before they boarded their respective new placements in the morning. But they hadn't shown. How lovely. Pasha turned to look up from her program with a coy grin. It hadn't been that hard to notice who he was looking at and she was completely bored of pretending to be interested in this nonsense.

[gold_ambition]

James glanced sharply at Chekov, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"It's normal to watch people when they're on stage," he said evenly, deliberately misunderstanding her. "Or is that not the case, here?"

[mr_chekov]

She arched an eyebrow with an amused smile "It is comon practice to vatch the happenings on stage but not normal to vatch the people in the audience." Pasha was well aware that she shouldn't be taunting people but she was extremely bored and Romeo and Juliet was dull when preformed by humans, let alone Vulcans.

[science_blues]

Spock had experienced the most disconcerting series of events upon her arrival on this universe's replacement of her home-world. While she had not expected her monetary savings to have translated the universal divide alongside her, presuming of course there was such a thing and the universe was not a series of interwoven cords, which was, of course preposterous, she had assumed her pay for her brief duties aboard this local Enterprise would have been more...significant.

Nevertheless, her mild monetary issues aside, Spock found the visit to this Sha'Kwai to be most gratifying. It was mildly surreal, the shift in Vulcan culture, but fascinating to study for prolonged periods. However, when the opportunity arose to watch a historical, Terran-centric production, Spock considered it an educational interlude and readily attended.

She had not seen a production of Romeo and Juliet, though she had read it in its original Klingon. She was highly dubious that the Terran-translation possessed the same nuanced cacophony of sounds...or the

[t_vau]

T'Vau was not late. One was not, technically, late to a play until the play had actually started.

True, the doors had closed, the house lights had dimmed, and the other patrons were already seated. This necessitated a great deal of climbing over people's legs in an effort to reach her seat, and not a few stepped-on feet.

But she was not late.

T'Vau reached her seat and sat down, satisfied with her impeccable timing. The play had not yet started.

She had dressed for the occasion, in bright pink Vulcan robes and her new hat, purchased earlier that day at one of the shops along the town's main street.

T'Vau settled in her seat, pulled out her program and refreshments (popcorn, and a fork with which to eat it; she would not be obscene), and promptly spilled half the popcorn onto the floor.

"A plague on both your houses," she announced, to the popcorn and the floor.

[science_blues]

It was fortunate that Spock did not believe in the random, nor in predetermination, because her neutral stance permitted her to properly digest T'Vau's presence in the seat beside her with astounding expedience. She regarded the Vulcan only briefly, thankful that the low lighting discouraged scrutiny of her...eccentric clothing choices.

She was...speaking to inanimate objects.

Spock did not comment, folded her hands into her lap, and turned her attention back to the stage. It was likely, given her knowledge of T'Vau, that if she did not speak, nor move quickly, the Vulcan woman would ignore her completely for the entire duration of the presentation.

[t_vau]

Grace was touching herself.

T'Vau averted her eyes quickly, but there was nowhere else to look. The theatregoers on either side of them were turned away, speaking quietly to each other as they waited for the play to begin.

T'Vau would not allow her roommate's indecency to spoil her evening.

"Good even, good whore," she said, careful not to let her eyes stray to Grace's lap. "How fareth thou this day?"

She speared popcorn on her fork and took a bite.

Intermission

[rn_chapel]

From the restless sounds in the audience around her, Tina was getting the sense that the play wasn't really working for most people. She was finding it pretty interesting, herself, from a sort of anthropological standpoint, but it wasn't rivetingAnd as intermission approached, she was paying less and less attention, and wishing that she'd politely declined when Roger brought her a drink before the play started. She was busy thinking about how far the restrooms were from her seat, and plotting out the best route to get there before the inevitable line for the ladies room became too long to bear

Re: Intermission

[original_fine]

Somehow, Jim had managed to escape his dates, deep in yet another discussion with no real solution that did not involve the alteration of the basic biology of one or the other of them. He'd seen Tina standing alone, which combined with the fact that he had previously seen her sitting with Roger Korby combined to make some sort of intervention both ill-advised an inevitable.

"Tina," he said, approaching with a light fruit juice in one hand which he handed to her; his other held champagne for himself, Vulcans having no logical objection to the entertainment of humans. "Enjoying the play?"

[rn_chapel]

"Enjoying might be a strong term," Tina said, accepting the glass - though she was determined to just sip at it, and try to get back to the restroom before the intermission was over, if at all possible. "But I'm finding it interesting. I think I might be in the minority, there."

[original_fine]

Jim had been enjoying making out with Bones over Spock's lap, but he thought it best not to mention such gross displays in a theater.

"I saw you with Roger," he said casually, sipping his champagne. "How's that going?"

Intermission - T'Vau

[t_vau]

Grace had excused herself and vanished from sight as soon as the lights had come up after the first act. Apparently she did not wish to take the opportunity to discuss the play with T'Vau.

Or perhaps she had a client. T'Vau had heard suspicious sounds coming from a broom closet as she made her way to the lobby.

The concession area did not serve ice cream products of any kind. A pity. T'Vau contented herself with a glass of fruit juice, but not before making her opinions on the poor selection quite clear to the Vulcan behind the counter.

She sipped her juice and watched the other theatre patrons, situated safely in a corner to prevent any accidental physical contact in the crowded lobby.