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Tully rather enjoyed these performances. And since his boat was almost finished, he figured he deserved a break. He bought his ticket and headed inside.

Where Tony might be found.

Jack shrugged into his costume -- he didn't think Harper had done too badly by him -- and paced about, trying to stay in motion. He didn't get stage fright, exactly, but he always found it easier to act if he didn't give himself too much time to think about what he was going to do.

Emma was already in costume, and was working on her hair and make-up while she waited for the curtain to rise. She had her mental shields at maximum, for once, because she did not want to have to deal with any stage fright from her coworkers.

Ender was getting the last bit of his costume ready, but it wasn't exactly anything he was worried about. Time not spent with that was spent going through his lines again.

He never had trouble being calm.

Kate was excited, but only a little bit nervous, as she wandered the backstage in costume, waiting for everything to get going.

Really, she was just glad to get to be someone else for a while. Not that she was very tired of herself right now but... it was a thing.

Sophie was there. Kidnapping Max had improved her mood sufficiently that she wasn't giving off vibes of Gloom, Doom, and Terror. She was saving that for the performance.

Dinah was a little giddier now, happy to be heading into the performance, and sad this was the next-to-last one. Awwwwww.

She had flowers for Priestly and Sam, 'cause they deserved them.

Sam was in his costume - which was surprisingly more comfortable than he'd expected, and he needed to remember to compliment Harper on that - and was working on getting his hair and makeup right. He was still nervous, but it was a more excited nervous than he'd been feeling all weekend.

Priestly's plate-o-snacks was taller than it usually was during rehearsals -- he liked to cook when he got that little nervous/excited flutter going on.

He had a feeling no one was going to complain -- so long as he kept them well away from the costumes.

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Robin was nervous, but excited too, ready and rarin' to go.

The Boards - OPENING NIGHT - Tuesday Evening

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Karla went through her mediation exercises after getting into her costume. Not only did it mean that she'd be less inclined to be nervous, but it also meant that she'd be less likely to spill something on her costume.

Jack was calm, cool, and collected. You could tell because he was serenely sitting in an out of the way corner, meditating. Or snoring. Hard to tell.

An audience!

Peter took a seat in the back. He wanted to see Sam, but he didn't want Sam to get nervous by seeing him. He figured there'd be time for that after the show.

Mitchell had arrived. Partly because of the culture factor. Partly to ~~make fun of~~ support Kate in a sort of 'guess what I know you're doing' kind of fashion.

What? His Tuesday nights were empty!

With his only two finals completed, Bod thought a night out would do him good. It'd, at least, let his brain unwind some. So, he was there, towards the back and tucked away but there.

Ben hadn't missed a performance yet and wasn't planning to start with this show.

Yeah, like Dean was going to miss Sammy's debut. He considered it lucky that he'd noticed advertising for the play when he'd been in town last week since his little brother had failed to mention it.

So he hadn't told Sammy he was coming, just made sure he grabbed a seat right up front so Sammy would see him when he looked out at the audience.

Chuck was so not into amateur theater but blah blah blah supportive friend, yeah. Luckily for the world it was 4/20 so he was in a...festive mood when he got to The Boards.

He'd have no idea what was going on and looked like he was zoning out the entire time, but he was here. That is what mattered.

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Most of the play, Dinah followed Emma around and remained silent, looking worried, mournful, or terrified on cue without saying anything. Princess Elizabeth looked sweet and vulnerable in her sweeping dress and circlet, and like anyone wanting to hurt her was a monster.

Then she got to let loose as Tyrrel, flirting/not-flirting with Gloucester, stalking around like a soldier gone bad, and generally having way, way too much fun.

The tyrannous and bloody deed is done.
The most arch of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.

She went on to describe the henchmen's reactions of guilt and grief with as much callousness as she could imagine; Harley Quinn-like, almost, although a little of her own awareness crept into it, more as ... depression, or despair, at what people did and didn't care about.

Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
And here he comes.

And proceeded to act as if she expected a very particular reward for arranging that murder. Without saying a word.