Whose line fic, act 4, scene 2
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Act 3 scene 2
Act 4 scene 1
Title: A Midsummer Nightmare Act 4 Scene 2
Author: Shinigami518
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Tony/OFC, Josie/Colin (past), Greg/Josie, Wayne/Caroline, Ryan/Greg (past), Brad/Caroline (love potion effected)
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Summary: AU, retelling of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with the cast of WLIIA. The improvers awaken from their little adventure and Brad re-joins his friends.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fanfic, so be kind. This also was originally written for my Reading shakespeare College class as a final project, but has been re-edited and fixed up.
Cross posted to
wl_fanfiction
Act 4, Scene 2
Outside the amusement park…
“Oh man, my head…” Richard mumbled, sitting up while clutching his aching head. After a quick shake of his head, he scanned his surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was that he was sitting on the poker table. He had also lost his shirt, shoes and socks. He then noticed the placement of his friends.
Chip was in the front drivers’ seat, upside down and had lost his shirt as well, but unlike Richard, his pants were hanging off his right leg. His hair was also covered in sparkle dust that was used for special occasions in their games.
Paul and Mike were sitting on the floor next to each other. Mike was missing his jacket and shoes as was Paul. Both of them had their heads hanging forward. In Paul’s lap was a half empty box of Twiglets, several of them were scattered across the floor.
Steve was curled up on the couch, wearing the loudest Hawaiian t-shirt he had ever seen. The shirt was a gag present for him last Christmas. He was mumbling something illegible and probably very vulgar.
Carefully, Richard got off the table and began to search for a spare shirt to wear. Grabbing one, he pulled it on and began to walk out of the tour bus to see if there was anything done to the bus itself on the outside.
Once outside, he did discover something that was a surprise.
Brad was outside the tour bus; his clothes still messed up from the previous night. He laid sprawled eagle on the ground near the bus, drool dripping from the side of his mouth.
Richard ran over to his friend and gave him a gentle shake to wake him up. “Brad? Brad, wake up, you ass!” Richard shouted, trying to wake up his friends. Brad moaned and began to stir.
“Richard, what’re you yelling about so early in the morning?” Paul asked from the entrance to the bus, rubbing his eye with his fist. In his other hand was the box of Twiglets he had near him when he woke up.
“It’s Brad! I just found him out here and…” Richard began.
“Ohhhhh, what did I do last night???” Brad muttered, waking up. Richard gave a sigh of relief as he helped his friend to his feet.
“I dunno, Brad, you better tell us because the last thing I remember was…” Richard blanked out for a second, realizing that he didn’t remember anything from last night. “Shit, Paul, what DID happen last night?” he asked Paul.
“Hell if I know. Last thing I remember was being in there,” Paul pointed to the fairgrounds. “And inside a funhouse, I think.” Paul said.
A loud yelp and a thud, plus the honking on the bus’s horn coming from inside the bus caught the three men’s attention.
“I think Chip’s up…” Paul muttered. He and Richard, who was helping Brad walk, climbed back inside the bus.
Chip was struggling to stand up from behind the drivers’ seat, a small bump on his head and his pants still down at his ankles. Mike was now waking up as was Steve, both men feeling dazed and confused.
“What the bloody hell happened last night?!” Steve asked, glancing down at his shirt.
“Haven’t a clue. All I remember was that we were practicing out act in a funhouse on the fairgrounds and then…” Richard trailed off with a shrug and a confused look on his face.
“Man, did I have some weird dreams last night…” Mike muttered.
“You ain’t kidding. I dreamt that I was at this party with a Chippendale, a werewolf that was eating gerbils, and some woman who thought she was a man.” Paul agreed, describing his dream.
“Well, I had a dream that Mike, Richard and I were singing Kokomo and Brad’s head was a Donkey’s.” Chip put in.
“Wait a minute. I coulda sworn that I had the same dream, too!” Steve exclaimed in surprised.
“Same here!” Richard and Mike added together.
“I think there were some of those things in my dream, too…” Paul said, trying to remember.
“I think I had that same dream, too, but only thing different is that this gorgeous lady came over to me and seduced me!” Brad paused, remembering his ‘dream’, as a slight grin crossed his face. “Actually… it wasn’t all that bad of a dream…” Brad grinned. Chip threw a twiglet from Paul’s box at Brad, hitting him in the back of the head.
“Hey, that was mine!” Paul snapped. Chip gave a smile and sat down on the floor, making an attempt to get his pants back on.
“Well I don’t know about all of you, but I don’t even wanna know what happened last night.” Mike stated.
“I’m making a vow, and I think you all should, too, to never talk about anything that might’ve happened last night!” Richard added. Everyone nodded in agreement, no one saying anything. Until…
“What about if we are really hammered?” Brad asked.
“Don’t make me throw another twiglet at you.” Chip glared, pulling up his pants.
“Leave my twiglets alone!!” Paul growled.
More Coming later tonight
View the previous acts here:
Act 1 scene 1
Act 1 scene 2
Act 2 scene 1
Act 2 scene 2
Act 3 scene 1
Act 3 scene 2
Act 4 scene 1
Title: A Midsummer Nightmare Act 4 Scene 2
Author: Shinigami518
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Tony/OFC, Josie/Colin (past), Greg/Josie, Wayne/Caroline, Ryan/Greg (past), Brad/Caroline (love potion effected)
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Summary: AU, retelling of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with the cast of WLIIA. The improvers awaken from their little adventure and Brad re-joins his friends.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fanfic, so be kind. This also was originally written for my Reading shakespeare College class as a final project, but has been re-edited and fixed up.
Cross posted to
wl_fanfiction
Act 4, Scene 2
Outside the amusement park…
“Oh man, my head…” Richard mumbled, sitting up while clutching his aching head. After a quick shake of his head, he scanned his surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was that he was sitting on the poker table. He had also lost his shirt, shoes and socks. He then noticed the placement of his friends.
Chip was in the front drivers’ seat, upside down and had lost his shirt as well, but unlike Richard, his pants were hanging off his right leg. His hair was also covered in sparkle dust that was used for special occasions in their games.
Paul and Mike were sitting on the floor next to each other. Mike was missing his jacket and shoes as was Paul. Both of them had their heads hanging forward. In Paul’s lap was a half empty box of Twiglets, several of them were scattered across the floor.
Steve was curled up on the couch, wearing the loudest Hawaiian t-shirt he had ever seen. The shirt was a gag present for him last Christmas. He was mumbling something illegible and probably very vulgar.
Carefully, Richard got off the table and began to search for a spare shirt to wear. Grabbing one, he pulled it on and began to walk out of the tour bus to see if there was anything done to the bus itself on the outside.
Once outside, he did discover something that was a surprise.
Brad was outside the tour bus; his clothes still messed up from the previous night. He laid sprawled eagle on the ground near the bus, drool dripping from the side of his mouth.
Richard ran over to his friend and gave him a gentle shake to wake him up. “Brad? Brad, wake up, you ass!” Richard shouted, trying to wake up his friends. Brad moaned and began to stir.
“Richard, what’re you yelling about so early in the morning?” Paul asked from the entrance to the bus, rubbing his eye with his fist. In his other hand was the box of Twiglets he had near him when he woke up.
“It’s Brad! I just found him out here and…” Richard began.
“Ohhhhh, what did I do last night???” Brad muttered, waking up. Richard gave a sigh of relief as he helped his friend to his feet.
“I dunno, Brad, you better tell us because the last thing I remember was…” Richard blanked out for a second, realizing that he didn’t remember anything from last night. “Shit, Paul, what DID happen last night?” he asked Paul.
“Hell if I know. Last thing I remember was being in there,” Paul pointed to the fairgrounds. “And inside a funhouse, I think.” Paul said.
A loud yelp and a thud, plus the honking on the bus’s horn coming from inside the bus caught the three men’s attention.
“I think Chip’s up…” Paul muttered. He and Richard, who was helping Brad walk, climbed back inside the bus.
Chip was struggling to stand up from behind the drivers’ seat, a small bump on his head and his pants still down at his ankles. Mike was now waking up as was Steve, both men feeling dazed and confused.
“What the bloody hell happened last night?!” Steve asked, glancing down at his shirt.
“Haven’t a clue. All I remember was that we were practicing out act in a funhouse on the fairgrounds and then…” Richard trailed off with a shrug and a confused look on his face.
“Man, did I have some weird dreams last night…” Mike muttered.
“You ain’t kidding. I dreamt that I was at this party with a Chippendale, a werewolf that was eating gerbils, and some woman who thought she was a man.” Paul agreed, describing his dream.
“Well, I had a dream that Mike, Richard and I were singing Kokomo and Brad’s head was a Donkey’s.” Chip put in.
“Wait a minute. I coulda sworn that I had the same dream, too!” Steve exclaimed in surprised.
“Same here!” Richard and Mike added together.
“I think there were some of those things in my dream, too…” Paul said, trying to remember.
“I think I had that same dream, too, but only thing different is that this gorgeous lady came over to me and seduced me!” Brad paused, remembering his ‘dream’, as a slight grin crossed his face. “Actually… it wasn’t all that bad of a dream…” Brad grinned. Chip threw a twiglet from Paul’s box at Brad, hitting him in the back of the head.
“Hey, that was mine!” Paul snapped. Chip gave a smile and sat down on the floor, making an attempt to get his pants back on.
“Well I don’t know about all of you, but I don’t even wanna know what happened last night.” Mike stated.
“I’m making a vow, and I think you all should, too, to never talk about anything that might’ve happened last night!” Richard added. Everyone nodded in agreement, no one saying anything. Until…
“What about if we are really hammered?” Brad asked.
“Don’t make me throw another twiglet at you.” Chip glared, pulling up his pants.
“Leave my twiglets alone!!” Paul growled.
More Coming later tonight