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The Boards, Monday [All Day]

The soundboard was out of the building when Troy arrived on Monday -- a little later than he'd planned, but still with plenty of time to work on the renovations -- and he was staring at the empty space where it had been. There were still plenty of wires running around, but Troy couldn't make head nor tail of them. "How am I supposed to plug in my laptop?" he asked, ~~pouting~~ pouting.

On the front of the building -- and a few more places around town, where Troy's posted them on his way to work -- there was a poster:

AUDITIONS

THE BOARDS PRESENTS:
A HOLIDAY SHOWCASE
December 16, 2011

Have a talent? Want to showcase your culture/religion/world's winter celebrations?

Come by the Boards on Sun, Nov 13 and Wed, Nov 16 and audition!
Skits, musical acts, and other forms of stage performance all encouraged!

Ask Troy or Jono if you have any questions!
The office is open Mondays and Tuesdays, 9AM-12Noon and 1PM-5PM.
Or call the office at 555-TBRD or 555-JBRD!

Rehearsals Sunday and Wednesday, starting Nov 20.

Troy was around, if wrestling with the seating.

[OOC: Woo, first show! Link to Jono's voicemail ~~will be active as soon as apocalipped is no longer at school and can actually make the post~~ is active! :D ]

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Who is totally not pouting that his music is only playing through his laptop speakers.

Jono gave the poster a bit of a look from across the room as he headed down the stairs from his apartment.

"So, you decided you could stand me for th'long haul, even if I leave you playing your music on that tiny little thing, hm?"

Yeah, the position of musical director certainly seemed to appeal to him.

"Give me five minutes and a flashlight, and I'll have that wired through th'speakers, mate. I left a few hooked up to th'power last night while I was working."

Music was a priority, here, okay?

"You're a Godsend," Troy proclaimed, grinning back at Jono. "And yeah, I suppose you're not so bad. If you can figure out that tangle of wires, you're a better man than me."

"Well, considering I'm th'one that tangled them up in th'first place." Jono actually managed a bit of a smirk as he grabbed for a flashlight and wandered over to the dark corner of the room (he was right at home in the dark corners, shut up) to sort out the wires in question. "Mind bringing that over here, mate? Easier to manage if we're not running these wires clear across th'room."

A pause.

"Bring an extension cord."

He was working on the power! He was!

Extension cord he could do!

Troy carted his laptop over, clicking through to a new song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNC09zwAGjw&list=PLAB06E9E2FE5737F3&index=45&feature=plpp_video) along the way. "So the new soundboard should be here tomorrow, right? The rest of the new seats'll be here on Thursday."

"Said tomorrow on th'slip, yes," Jono agreed, before making use of his new mouth by holding the end of the flashlight between his teeth while he worked. It meant that he was slurring his speech a little from that point on, but really, what did that hurt? "Shood 'dee a-gull 'koo ghet it inshall'd in no tine, 'ate."

Er. Should be able to get it installed in no time, mate.

Bloody hell, he missed his telepathy already.

"At this rate," Troy said, "I think we'll actually be ready for the auditions on Sunday."

That was. Kind of a miracle, really.

"Anything you want or need me to get for the auditions? I figured we'd at least have coffee and pastries for the people who come in."

Jono glanced briefly over his shoulder, and then shrugged, turning back toward the wiring for another minute more before removing the flashlight from his mouth.

He shouldn't have been so proud that he hadn't wound up drooling. And yet.

"Off th'top of my head? I might need to rent a guitar," he ventured. "In case anybody needs accompaniment. I used to have a Stratocaster, but for th'life of me, I don't know if I'll ever get it back, or if I do, that it'll be before th'weekend."

He reached for the extension cord, and then fiddled with a few more wires, and like magic? Excellent YouTube covers, playing on what was left of the theatre's sound system.

"Does Groovy Tunes rent instruments?" Troy asked. "If not, I'm going to be on the mainland on Wednesday this week, I can pick one up. What about a keyboard? Do you play? Or do you think we should rent one just in case anyone needs it for their act, anyway?"

They couldn't make sure to have every instrument on hand, but a keyboard and a guitar seemed reasonable.

"I don't," Jono admitted, frowning thoughtfully. "But I could learn. A keyboard or a piano is a bit of a staple for a theatre, really."

He was ambitious!

... And also hell-bent on keeping occupied so that he didn't do something stupid like start thinking too much.

"We didn't rent any instruments out while I was working there, no. Can you handle getting both back here on your own?"

"Or we can see if any of the students play," Troy pointed out. "Maybe hire one part time, or something. But yeah, it shouldn't be an issue to get things back here -- I'll rent a car on the mainland, and then grab a rickshaw from the Causeway."

He knelt down behind one of the seats, making a face. "... Pass me that bottle of extra-strength bleach?"

"What, did something die back there?"

It was possible. People, as a general rule, were pretty disgusting, after all.

Either way, Jono was getting up and making his way over, bleach in hand.

"I'll admit that hiring someone from the island to play would make more sense," he added, thoughtfully. "Not necessarily a student, mind. There are plenty of adults on the island, too, and I wouldn't want to fail to tap a group of people for their talent based solely on age."

Plus, he remembered how much begging he had to do in order to get a band together the last time he attempted that around here.

"Either way, I can't play guitar and keyboard at once, unless I grow an extra set of arms. And so far as I know, that isn't hugely likely."

So far as he knew. And if he could, then he really, really didn't want to know.

"Oh, yeah, totally," Troy agreed. "I should have thought of that. I guess part of me's back to thinking as a student, now that I'm on the island again. Habit, or whatever."

He started spraying the bleach on what he really hoped was someone's long-dead and desiccated sandwich, and not... anything else.

"You think the island could ever give us extra arms?" he asked curiously. What? It would be interesting! Weird, but interesting. And potentially useful.

"Er... It has done stranger," Jono offered, blinking. "Future children, turning us into children, different people entirely, ponies... Hell, genes, where I'm from, are usually enough to give people everything from extra arms to the ability to turn themselves into living metal. I don't see why Fandom would let itself be one-upped like that."

... Though, in all fairness, it was entirely possible that 616 was even more insane than Fandom. Just in very different ways.

"Of course," Troy pointed out, "anything the island did like that probably wouldn't last, so we shouldn't count on it. We'll need to get a separate piano player.

"I'll ask around," he added, "and see if I can find someone for the auditions, at least, and if they're not interested in being hired on a longer-term basis, we can post it again?"

"That would work. Hell, we might find someone willing to stay on part-time to play piano at the auditions, even. Who knows what sort of talent will show up, after all?"

The possibilities were endless!

... Ish!

Well. Finite, but less finite at Fandom than most other places, really.

"That would be awesome," Troy agreed. "There, I think that's that taken care of..." He carefully wrapped up the hopefully-a-sandwich in a plastic bag, gave the floor beneath it another liberal spraying of bleach, and stood up. "... Okay, those fumes are a little strong."

Try using a little less next time, Troy.

"Breathe shallowly."

Useful advice from someone who had spent most of the past decade without lungs!

"We're going to have to have some sort of rule about eating in th'theatre. Bottled water only in th'seating? Something like."

It was only a matter of time before Raven met Troy, since she was likely to be spending a great deal of time at the Boards. And that time would seem to be today.

She paused to read the poster before stepping inside. "Hello," she said when she saw Troy. "Are you Troy?"

Troy looked up, grinning. "I am!" he said, giving a cheery wave as he moved out of the seating. "Welcome to the Boards, pardon the mess. What can I do for you? ~~I promise I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend.~~ Here about the auditions?"

"The auditions?" Raven repeated, confused for just a brief moment. Then she remembered the poster. "Oh! No, I am not. I do love music and singing but my home has no winter celebrations to share."

Azarath was a really boring place.

"... Really?" Troy asked, frowning. "That kinda sucks. Anyway, what can I do for you, then?"

"Azarath was very...different from Earth," Raven explained. "There was no music there, or singing either, but I have come to love both here in Fandom. And I have enjoyed participating in my friends' celebrations of the holidays. If there is some other way I might be able to contribute, I would be interested in that."

She blushed a little, realizing she was nearly babbling. "I am Raven," she said. "Jono might have mentioned me to you."

Troy stopped and tried to remember. "... Possibly?" he decided on, finally. "Things've been a little crazy here, sorry. I think I'd forget my own name if I hadn't had it for so long.

"And yeah, you're welcome to get together with some friends if you want, too. No one said they had to be solo acts! So if you want to join people in celebrating their stuff, that's totally cool."

"Jono is my boyfriend, so you will probably be seeing a great deal of me here," Raven said. "And I will certainly try to see if my friends would be interested in auditioning. If I cannot participate, I will certainly watch."

Here, or ~~moddably~~ elsewhere around town!

Any questions about the show, let us know! :D

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