Countdown to Showtime [OPEN]

[notawarbird]

Characters:. Carol Danvers, and any other WW crew that feels the need to join.
Content: Backstage craziness that occurs before the big Winding Way production.
Setting: The Backstage area aboard the Winding Way
Time: A few hours before showtime and also during the show
Warnings: Show stress, and most likely foul language.

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[fallingsofar]

Yvaine stepped out of the way of a piece of scenery, stifling a yawn. With everyone so busy, she wasn't really surprised she'd been overlooked; but she'd rather offer to be helpful at the very least than sit in her room all night. So she ended up backstage, looking around to try and discern who was in charge.

She remembered the blond woman, Carol she thinks, from her inauspicious arrival. Ducking a pile of costumes, Yvaine wove her way through the hustle and mess to close the distance between them.

"Excuse me. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[notawarbird]

Carol looked up at Yvaine as she approached. Carol didn't know the woman too well, but was grateful she was eager to help, especially since her rough arrival. She mentally tried to think of things that Yvaine could help with.

"Do you know anything about make-up?"

[fallingsofar]

"Not really," she admits. "We have no use for such things where I'm from. But if someone shows me what to do, I suspect I can manage straight lines and even coatings."

She pauses, looking around for a moment before alighting on another idea. "Or I could help people with their costumes? Some of them look complicated."

[notawarbird]

Carol smiled, she did need someone to make sure the costumes were presentable an ready to be worn. "Follow me." Carol then began to weave her way around various crew members working hard until she came upon a wrack of costumes hanging. She motioned to them as she spoke. "These are various costumes the actors will wear during the play, they've been in storage so they'll probably need a little sprucing up, but they shouldn't be too damaged."

As the words left her mouth it was as if Carol jinxed herself, as she glanced over the costumes again she saw a small, yet visable, stain on one of the dresses. You would think the stain had just threatened to kill Carol's family the way she glared at it, and quickly pulled the hanger off the wrack. She looked at the stain more closely. "Oh shit, were the hell were these stored the kitchen?!" She yelled to no one in particular.

[tiny_tinker_toy]

Rikku was a little bit freaked out. Even though her role tonight would be offstage, she was still a vital part of the show. After all, someone had to make sure all the patrons paid their dues.

The mechanic-thief double checked her outfit. Discrete, and no scarf this time. Too recognizable. Reassured that she most likely wouldn't be caught because of her outfit, Rikku sat on a chair backstage and waited for her cue. And staying out of the actors and crew members way. Rikku loved her crazy, confusing, whacked out "family", but performance nights made everyone cranky.

[nailwings]

Riku did his best, helping out where he could, doing the most rudimentary of work. He considered it a workout, a prelude to later, when he needed to be light upon his feet and swift.

He gave Rikku a cocky smile as he passed by her, himself only half in his costume. He had his appropriate breeches and boots on, but had yet to shuck free his yellow shirt and gloves, preferring to do that a little closer to opening, so as not to risk sweating in them.

[tiny_tinker_toy]

Rikku shot the other Riku a smug look when he gave that cocky smirk of his and stood to follow him.

"Wanna see who can get the most stuff tonight?" she asked.

[nailwings]

"Well, only if you're ready to accept your loss."
He flashed his teeth at her and put his arms behind his head, his posture expressing both his comfort around his "name-twin", and his complete assurance that he would best her.
"What'll we bet?"

[fightlikealways]

Shadow chose to help with putting up the set for the first act. Unlike many other people who seemed nervous about it being so close to show time, Shadow was perfectly calm as he went about his work. He didn't see why he should be. He wasn't one of those who would be on stage and he was confident that he wouldn't mess up his part of the job, though maybe some of these others might.

[stampeded]

Vash rushed by, carrying a bundle of long strings, which had been treated to be used as wicks for the fireworks. "Special effects are a go!" he called out to Carol, without even stopping to see if he'd been heard. That's because, other than the technical stuff that Tony was responsible for, things weren't quite ready on his end. The only problem with that was, they were supposed to have pre-show fireworks!

He maneuvered through the crowd deftly, not once slowing his stride as he dodged around last-minute set construction, a small group of people carrying a ladder, and nudged straight through a group of gossiping extras, saying apologies the entire time.

To top it all off, he wasn't quite sure where Hana had gone off to. Spotting him in this crowd would be next to impossible.

[haplessmedic]

Hanatarou didn't notice Vash until it was too late. He crashed into him at full speed, and fell to the ground.

"Ah, M-mister Stampede!" He said as he picked himself up. "Sorry about that, I was looking for you but it's so busy and crowded that I couldn't find you and..."

[stampeded]

"Gah-!" Vash tried to keep his balance, but he'd been walking too fast himself, and ended up stumbling backwards before falling. He just sat there for a moment, listening to Hana ramble, before shaking his head and hopping back up to his feet.

"It's okay! Let's just get going!" He grabbed the shoulder of Hana's outfit, making sure he stayed close as he hurried through the rest of the crowd, leading him to a narrow set of stairs at the very back. They led up to walkways above the stage and the orchestra box, where the fireworks had been set up hours ago. "We've got to lay these out and get the first round lit as soon as we can!"

[haplessmedic]

"R-right!" Hanatarou said. "Uh, what do you, uh, need me to do? Specifically?"

[evenyourlife]

Jing was in a tight spot. Fortunately, he'd managed to find his way to the stage without too much trouble, but strangely enough he and Kir had been separated en route. But that was fine by the young thief. After all... he had lines to learn and no time to pull Kir away from the fairer sex.

He turned a page and frowned. Some of these lines were rather complicated, and he'd never performed on stage before. Fortunately enough, his face alone tended to distract, so perhaps a few missed lines wouldn't be heavily frowned upon.

Noticing someone moving around set pieces, he closed the script for a moment and approached them, smiling pleasantly. "Can I help you with anything?"

[evenyourlife]

"Yes," Jing said with a smile, hoisting a chair up and moving it into place. "I've never been in a play before, but I suppose that it's best if younger people end up onstage as actors instead of hiding back here."

Though, unfortunately, Jing had been hoping that he would be assigned to collection instead of distraction. It was something he was familiar with--instead of prancing around on stage reciting someone else's words.

"Are you acting, or are you just working backstage tonight?"