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fandomtownies2010-12-18 01:03 pm
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The Boards, Saturday Morning
…The theatre was made of gingerbread.
Genesis amended that thought almost immediately—the lights, the stage itself, the seating… none of that was gingerbread. The ceiling was not. This was vexing.
The walls were. He cast a dubious glance up at the ceiling. While he was not particularly concerned about himself if the building fell down around him, Genesis was not nearly so sanguine that hisminions actors, actresses, and crew would survive the same.
What to do, what to do?
He considered the situation for a few moments longer, then pulled out his phone. There were many calls to be made and the show had to go on.
[Establishy! The play will be going on--just not in this post, mwahaha!]
Genesis amended that thought almost immediately—the lights, the stage itself, the seating… none of that was gingerbread. The ceiling was not. This was vexing.
The walls were. He cast a dubious glance up at the ceiling. While he was not particularly concerned about himself if the building fell down around him, Genesis was not nearly so sanguine that his
What to do, what to do?
He considered the situation for a few moments longer, then pulled out his phone. There were many calls to be made and the show had to go on.
[Establishy! The play will be going on--just not in this post, mwahaha!]