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It was time for him to start seriously considering when the play was to—go live. Only, there were a million other details to see to before he could say for sure either way. Sophie was handling a great deal of it, which was something he was thankful, in his own way, for but that left him with quite enough work to do.

Which happened to be why he was in the theatre today, reviewing the sets and what was still needed to be done. Make up was well under control, he thought. Costumes, though... and he’d have to...

What to do, what to do... He bent his head over his paperwork, deep in thought.

[Open, of course, for anyone who wants to bother him/put in extra rehearsing time/what-have-you. Standard ‘around but slowish’ disclaimer applies since I’m at work currently!]

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Because that's what he's there for!

Karla was zero for three when it came to the last few rehearsals. Between Agio, kittification, and last week's unrelenting honesty, Karla felt like she hadn't been at a proper rehearsal since mid-October. Considering there had been Fall Break in there, too, she felt safe in saying she had a lot to catch up on.

So here she was, script in hand (and promising herself she'd have her lines memorized by this upcoming rehearsal that she WAS NOT FOR ANY REASON GOING TO MISS), ready to rehearse. Even if she had to say her lines with a handpuppet, she was going to get through her scenes.

It could almost be forgiven, truly, that the first thought he had upon spotting his blonde problem actress, was 'oh no, what now'.

"Karla," he said, pen twirling absently in one hand. "Good day."

The 'what are you doing here' was unspoken but present.

Karla heard it, loud and clear. Tilting her chin up just the slightest bit, she replied, "I'm here to rehearse."

It took a lot of effort to keep from implying 'duh' after that, but Karla knew she was already on thin ice. "I missed two rehearsals. I have to make them up, and I thought it would be best to do that here, where I won't get distracted."

She couldn't help but add a faltering, "If that's okay?"

Dammit, Genesis. Stop being so intimidating.

He was naturally intimidating and, unfortunately, was of the temperament to find that immensely amusing rather than attempt to do anything so thoughtful as bring such tendencies to heel.

For shame, Genesis.

As it was, his lips quirked, just slightly. “What purpose would the theatre serve if it were not open for rehearsal?”

Well, he'll just have to remember it's his own fault when Karla started metaphorically--or not so metaphorically--stepping on his toes. Saetan could attest that she didn't respond ~~maturely~~ well to intimidation.

...Not that she was anywhere near ready to start toe-stomping yet. Oh noooo.

"There might be something else going on," she said, a trifle defensively. "Perhaps today, the crew was going to get together and make sure the stage and backdrops were ready."

It didn't look like any such thing was happening, but it could!

"But if that's not the case, then I'll be happy to use the time to rehearse instead."

Another pen twirl before it stopped abruptly.

This girl did amuse him, it was true. "As you see," he said, a trifle dryly. "The stage is empty. Up with you now."

Karla nodded and slowly climbed up to the stage. She was getting better, not so tired anymore, but vaulting up there without a problem was still a ways away for now.

"Warren and I worked on blocking for Scene Five," she said, not pointing out that was about all they'd been able to accomplish on Wednesday. "I think I'll work on Scene Nine for now."

She paused for a moment, then entered stage right, playing up smug satisfaction without saying a word. She crossed the stage slowly, until she got to approximately where Elphaba would be standing. "Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all." Her posture made it quite clear there was only one possible choice: her.

His lips twitched--it was almost tempting to see how she'd continue to act with only herself on stage--but he'd watched the way she'd had to take it carefully, getting up on the stage.

His Mirror was quite different from Elphaba's--wearier, dryer, but something to work off of.

"Oh no," he said, lifting his voice while letting a sigh fill the theatre. "It's you again."

Karla hadn't quite been expecting that--in fact, she'd been trying to think of how she could get through this without making herself look even dumber in front of Genesis. Handpuppets probably wouldn't convince him to take her any more seriously, sad to say. Having him decide to read the part had taken her quiet aback.

But not so aback she was going to miss her cue, oh no. Her expression was still surprised when she turned to face him, but her voice was all complacent amusement as she said, "Of course it's me. Who were you expecting? The late Snow White?" She laughed. "So who IS the fairest one of all?"

If a mirror could tap it's fingers, that's exactly what he would be doing right then and there.

As it was, there was a distinct flavour of amusement tempering exasperation this time around: "Why do you keep asking me the same question all the time?" A droop of his eyelids, being insolent and just this side of truly insulting. "Can't you think of anything else to ask me?"

Karla, however was rolling her eyes and inspecting her nails. "I just want to know who the fairest one of all is."

Honestly. Why was good help so hard to find these days. Get to it mirror. Chop chop.

"But wouldn't you like to know something about world history or science?" Something useful. Looks weren't everything!

There was something freeing in openly mocking the person you served.

Karla wasn't even focused on the mirror; instead she was pouting at her nail and calling in an emery board. Giving it a few swipes, she glanced over at Genesis, shook her head, and went back to filing. "Quit wasting time."

Pssht. Something more important than looks indeed. Like world history was going to help her be a Queen. Stupid mirror.

Stupid Queen.

"What you need," he mused, "is a hobby."

"Mirror!" Karla tossed the emery board into the air behind her, vanishing it before it started to arc down. Stalking over to where she guessed the table would be, she plucked up the imaginary vase and held it up, her head tilted in a silent question.

Do you really want me to? You know I will.

Then she crossed back and waited. Expectantly.

Oh no, she wouldn't!

Not when he was the only one that could truthfully and entirely answer her most important question.

"I hear stamp collecting is nice," he continued blithely, as if unaware of the danger. "How about—"

"How about I take this vase and smash you into a million pieces if you don't answer my question," Karla replied with false sweetness. Now, damn it, answer! "Who is the fairest one—"

Let's not be hasty now!

"It's not what is on the outside that matters—it's what's on the inside that really counts." The mirror was a fool, yes, but it was the combination of reckless and earnest that made the mirror so very incredibly foolhardy. "A truly beautiful woman is a woman who has some substance!"

"All right," Karla shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "It's your funeral."

She hefted the vase and took aim, smiling all the while.

The mirror had brought this upon itself, after all.

"Okay!" he said quickly, hands up to ward off a blow. A mirror couldn't do such a thing, of course, but it fit their current state. "Okay. I'll tell you."

But, oh! He sounded reluctant about it.

"Some nights are dark but daytime is light. The fairest young lady—"

Did he really have to finish?

Of course he did.

"Yeeeeeeeees?" Karla drawled. Already preening.

A sigh.

"The fairest young lady STILL is Snow White," he recited dully.

Edited 2010-11-16 03:32 (UTC)

Karla sauntered down center, waving and blowing kisses towards the audience, every so often pausing to touch her chest and wipe away an imaginary tear.

"Oh, thank you," she said as she got to center stage, laughing soundlessly for a moment. "I really have been taking better care of myself lately. I've been getting a good night's sleep, eating lots of fruit and vegetables and I put little cucumber slices on my eyes to--SNOW WHITE!" Realization dawned and she whirled back to face Genesis, fists clenched. "DID YOU SAY 'SNOW WHITE'?"

She marched back over, looking like she was ready to grab him by the collar and shake information out of him.

Cringing did not come naturally to him, but for the sake of putting on a good show he was doing a credible impression of it.

If he'd had a hat, he'd have been clutching it to his chest.

"Y-Yea."

"But she's dead!" Karla protested. "I had her kill--" Karla gave a fake little cough and said in a more moderate tone, "I heard she had a nasty accident in the forest."

All step-motherly concern here!

Even nervous, he doesn't believe that!

"Yea?" Genesis' eyes narrowed. "What kind of accident?"

"What kind of accident?" Karla repeated, almost visibly groping for an answer.

Edited 2010-11-17 22:56 (UTC)

If you don't want commentary on your acting.

Up by request, but something I should've done today anyway, yup.

Like it says on the tin, no one is obliged to be here, come if you want, stuff like that. Whee.

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