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The Boards, Sunday [Rehearsal]

Having spent most of the previous day in a conference call with Ryan, a few Evans Industries lawyers, and a very stubborn man who refused to accept that they had, in fact, filed for and received the rights to perform Petey Sci-Fi (really, Troy had the paperwork somewhere, except he was pretty sure Jono was the one who had filed it and Jono... didn't seem to be around this weekend, and it's not like he could explain, "Sorry, it's one of those weekends," to someone who'd never been to the island. Except for, well, Ryan, but that still didn't help with the lawyers), Troy had missed out on who, exactly, his roommate and co-worker had turned into.

That wasn't going to last long.

"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"

It seemed like the safest bet.

Yep. Totally safe.

"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"

And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.

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Because it's not every day that someone brings an accordian to a corset party.

"So, to start with, we're going to take a few minutes and walk around the stage," Troy explained. "But you need to do it while embodying an animal that you think represents you."

Troy was totally a lion.

[Ping in individually or off each other, whichever!]

"For this one, one person will start off doing some kind of motion -- any kind of motion -- and then the next person joins in doing another one, and so on, until we build this, like, machine."

[Ping in one after the other with this one, trying to incorporate the previous person's motion somehow into yours!]

"So which songs do people want to work on? Does anyone feel like they're struggling with anything?" You might be stuck with Troy for help today, but he can still help with the singing.

When they ping in. Such as they are.

For whoever is here today, whether or not they are themselves!

So it turns out that the Rocky Horror Polka (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKMq7tHj3gA) is a real thing. Rocky Horror in six minutes set to the Weird Al polka medleys, as performed by the Tranny Concubines.

I will be AFK for a few hours, as I'm off to Mum's for a huge joint birthday dinner thing, but I will keep an eye on things on my phone and may be able to ping some from there! Otherwise, I will be around tonight. :D

apocalipped, meanwhile, is around, but makes no promises of sanity from Jon. So be warned! ;)

Troy was around, unchanged, and only a little off-put by Jono's transformation. The accordion was a little weird, but at least he was... ... ...

Um.

Not trying to kill anyone? That was always a good thing.

Jon wasn't actually certain what most of these songs were even about. But he'd found the sheet music in a clipboard this morning, and nothing struck him harder than the urge to make these numbers all his own.

The Time Warp Polka was...

...

It was definitely something.

The musical accompaniment was not actually coming from anywhere in the Boards. Just roll with it, guys. Roll with it.

"Together at last!
Together for ever!
We're tying a knot,
They never can sever!
I don't need anything but you!"

And here was where someone else was supposed to sing. Annie totally paused for it.

"Yesterday was plain awful"

Take it, Daddy Warbucks! ...Wait, still not here? Okay, she'd just pause for his part some more.

"Yesterday was plain awful"

Pause. Did Annie look like a crazy person yet?

"But nothing on earth
Could ever divide us!
And if tomorrow, I
'm an apple seller, too--
I don't need anything but you!

Anything
I don't need anything
But yoooooouuuuu!"

Veronica headed over to Troy and demanded, "Who's playing the Black Swan? And don't tell me it's that cow Nina."

Veronica danced the Black Swan. Damn well, too, thank you very much.

Veronica laughed. Because what else could you do?

"Stop it," Veronica finally commanded Jim. Jack. Whoever. "You're getting on my last nerve."

It probably wasn't difficult to do, when you only had the one nerve to get on in the first place, was it?

Either way? Jon continued playing. It wasn't as though he could hear her over his accordion music, after all. She'd stood him up last night, but chicks loved music, right?

And so, Jon played even more loudly.

Nope! Not difficult at all!

Veronica looked around for something to throw at him, and a small jar of make-up went winging towards his head.

The accordion proceeded to make a sound usually reserved for cats in heat and bagpipes, as Jon stumbled back a few steps, one hand lifting to straighten the lampshade that had been knocked askew.

"Did somebody drop something?"

Veronica boggled at him a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Aside from every note ever... why are you wearing a lampshade?" She didn't really care. But it was annoying not to know.

"Because it's a party," Jon answered, trying like hell to look smooth and suave. Which was... not something accomplished easily by anyone with a lampshade on their head, and doubly difficult for Jon in particular. "And I? Am a party animal! Hotcha!"

Oh yes. Hotcha hotcha.

"I can hurt you," Veronica warned him. And would. Another small make-up implement got thrown at his head.

And another small make-up implement bounced off the lampshade.

Jon, at least, was starting to get the hint.

"... No party?"

"Rehearsal!" Veronica yelled at him. "Preparing for the ballet! Not polka hell! Tchaikowsky!"

"Gesundheit."

This might... actually be one of the few situations where Jon was perhaps more with-it than somebody in his direct vicinity.

"This... doesn't actually look much like a ballet rehearsal," he pointed out. And then ducked, expecting something else to come flying at his head.

"But it should be," Veronica insisted. "Go! Make it be Swan Lake!"

Whizzzz goes the fake Evian bottle toward Jon!

Okay, that one hurt. And Jon was learning one very important thing about ballerinas.

They were insane.

"But I don't know that one!"

Hercules was severely confused this weekend.

He would just be over here, baffled and boggled.

Hanna was following the schedule of the girl who shared her name. She wanted to know what the other girl's life was like.

The sound of the accordion was fascinating to her. She'd been isolated for so long. Music was so new to her.

Quinn hadn't really left her room all weekend, but as soon as she got to rehearsal she noticed things were a little ... off. And not just because of the polka music.

She'd be over here with her lemon water, grumbling about it being one of those weekends.

Yes, yes they were.

"Then learn it!" Veronica gestured imperiously. "Start!"

Okay! Okay! Jon could do this! Swan Lake, on the accordion, without benefit of so much as the sheet music to go by!

Jon probably would have had better luck just trying to find a CD or something. This particular version of Swan Lake would have been closer if he'd still been playing Sweet Transvestite.

Whatever that was.

"I haven't decided yet," Troy replied, shaking his head. It was like an improv game! He could totally do improv. "Who do you think should play her?"

"Me, of course!" How dim were these director types? "I have the technical skills, I have the steps memorized, I'm not some shrinking shrieking violet like that neurotic, and you're not going to find anyone else better!"

"Prove it!" Troy challenged. "I've seen Nina. She's no cow. Show me the Black Swan. Be the Black Swan. Maybe it'll be you, after all."

"Oooo!" Veronica pointed at him. "Stay right there!"

She headed to the front of the state, centered herself, closed her eyes, then started to dance.

She really did have the technical skills. And the drive. Intensity. She danced the seductive Black Swan with grace and fervor. The problem was, she was a little too intense about it; too focused on what she was doing, not in any interactions with supposed fellow dancers. It was the kind of flaw she'd outgrow given another couple years. But it was probably why Nina-the-Cow had gotten the part; she had just that much more imagination, awareness of other people.

"...there. Tell me that wasn't awesome."

Troy didn't know ballet all that well, but had gone to a few performances in New York -- usually being dragged by Ryan -- and he had done a fair bit of dance work in New York. It was enough, really, for him to get a sense of how good Kenzi actually was... At least, that is, Kenzi as whoever she currently actually was.

Who knew if the regular Kenzi could dance?

"That was... I can see you are very technically skilled," Troy said, "but I'm not sure... There's more to dance than technical skill."

If there weren't, he'd never have made it into a musical himself.

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The Boards, Sunday [Rehearsal]

Arrive/Mingle/Boggle!

Rehearsal, Such As It Is!

Animals!

Machine!

Songs!

Speak to the Directors!

The Crew!

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