The Boards - Thursday Evening - 3/27

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey puts out the sign with quite a bit of pride. He thought, as far as he could, that it expressed the ragged and raw nature of the theatre which he hoped to produce, as well as indicate the general budgetary level of said theatre.

Next to the sign was another, written only on paper.
Casting for Titus Andronicus. Knock.

[ooc: one of a few postings for the next week or so; tag as you can if you're interested in working with Geoffrey][as it's Geoffrey... language warning]

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael did not knock, because he wasn't volunteering.

He was, however, eyeing the paper sign a little warily.

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Were you going to knock or should I come out?"

...and despite all hints to the contrary, Geoffrey is not in fact psychic. He's just got a good angle on the window from inside and likes to keep people on their toes.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael jumped, startled, and stared at him.

"...hi."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He pointed, from within, at the door.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Okay", he said after a moment and headed for the door.

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"It's open," he said about when Michael should have been there.

It was, perpetually, open. After all, what in hell would anyone steal from him? He didn't have anything. And killing him?

Unless the cat burglar was named Ellen there'd be no point at all.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael tried it obediently, nodding to himself when it opened.

"So - a theatre, huh?"

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He looked up with a smile. It was mildly deranged, but there it was.

"Yes, a theatre. Are you here to try out?"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"...uh, I wasn't, but..."

The mildly deranged was scaring him.

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

It doesn't go away, but people do get used to it.

He stood up then, leaving behind a couple of poster boards he'd been working on to trot his way over to the boy. A hand was offered as the other one attempted to do something with his hair; it wasn't quite patting down but neither was it combing through. The effect was similarly hard to describe.

"Geoffrey Tennant," he introduced himself. "And you?"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The hair, honestly, didn't bother him. His own was kept short and spiky mostly for convenience.

"Michael Guerin", he answered, shaking the offered hand automatically.

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey's shake was brief and to the point, more solid than the man appeared but not by much.

"And what brings you here otherwise, Michael?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was wandering idly through town after class, just... walking. Not that he needed to clear his head of anything, it was just that he needed to be moving, and walking worked as well as anything else.

The sign drew his attention, however, and as he walked he found himself moving towards the building with the new sign, and knocking on the door.

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Come in!"

Though the door was opened a moment later by a smiling man who looked as if he'd gotten a hurricane all his own.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned, not at all put off by the air of 'slightly left of center' that he got off of the man. One doesn't get to be a wizard without being slightly left of center oneself, after all.

"You're doing auditions, are you?" he asked, gesturing to the sign, smiling a bit. "I don't have anything prepared or anything, I just saw the sign, but I thought I'd ask about them, anyway."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to get a production together, yes," he admitted with a brief smile. "Ever been in theatre before?"

He guessed so, but wouldn't presume.

[not_in_the_book]

"Not... exactly," Ronan said, cocking his head just slightly. "But I've always wanted to give it a try. Won't know if I'm any good until I do, after all."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Are you full of shit?" he asked flatly.

[not_in_the_book]

"... No?" Ronan replied, almost a question. "... Look, I don't want to be any bother. I mean, I'm perfectly prepared to be absolutely dreadful and have you laugh me out of the audition, if it comes to that. And anyway, I've got some experience that might translate, I think." He shrugged. "And who knows? Maybe I've got some hitherto unknown natural talent."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey reached out to clasp him on the shoulder.

"You're not a bother," he said with a cheerful grin. "And I don't laugh during auditions. Well, other than-- no, not even for comedies."

He leaned closer.

"It wasn't an insult. I just like to know."

[not_in_the_book]

"Ah, well, then," Ronan said, all at once at ease; there was something familiar about the man, though he couldn't say what. "I'm Ronan," he added. "Ronan Nolan. 'M a student up at the school."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Good to know," he said with a brief nod. "Did you hear about it from anyone?"

He'd sort of hoped that Makoto or Troy might have spread the word, but he wouldn't depend on it. He did like students, though. They tended to listen.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "Just happened to be wandering by," he said. "The sign caught my eye. And... well, I've not read Titus Andronicus before, but I did see the movie. The Julie Taymor one, I mean, not some wretched modern adaptation or anything." He paused. "Although it was rather post-modern about it. And I bring this up to say that I'm at least a little familiar with the story, not because I think watching the movie is any substitute for having read it."

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like I'm going to bite?"

He was honestly curious. He knew he was rough-looking for the moment, but not the extent.

"It's not a particularly pleasant play. I'll be more surprised if anyone's read it than if they haven't."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack wandered by, wondering who would name a place after lumber.