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The Boards, Thursday Evening (Petey Sci-Fi Rehearsal)

"Evening, all," Jono greeted as all and sundry gathered for the rehearsal. "We're actually starting to get rather near to opening night, so it's time we start doing runs of the acts. Today, we're going to try to get through the first act of the show, no stopping. If you forget a line, try to power through as best you can. We won't be giving you hints unless you're well and truly stuck."

"And maybe not even then," Troy added. "I had a director once who insisted that we be off-book by the first rehearsal and refused to let us get prompted. We'll be more lenient than that, though."

… Probably, anyway.

Jono was not exactly the sort who wanted to be known for his leniency. And yet...

"Oh, and I'll be stopping by Dite's at some point this week to see if they have the costumes in," he added, smirking faintly even if it couldn't be seen behind that tall coat collar he was wearing today. "So brace yourselves on Sunday. You'll need to try them on, after all, to see if they fit."

Troy nodded. "And be prepared to work through the choreography, too, once you're in costume. You're going to need to figure out how it fits when you're moving."

Especially in those heels, Hoyt.

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With the requisite lemon water. And probably muffins.

Natalie took some lemon water, looking thoughtful.

And not at all wary at the thought of the costumes being so close to finally making an appearance. Of course not.

Hanna sipped lemon water as she went over the parts of the show she was involved in. This included going over the choreography in her head as she waited.

Vincent was here, so there were definitely muffins.

What? Half the fun of this show, he'd decided, was feeding the cast. That was just how Vincent worked.

Quinn was calm about her costume, mostly because she figured it couldn't possibly be any more revealing than a cheer uniform. And she wore that to school every day for two years.

The wig, on the other hand, might be an issue. Her hair was too cute to cover up, dang it.

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Act one! And you're on your own!

Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Raines was the invisible man...

Same song as always, and Quinn knew the words, and her voice was still good but not incandescently great. But this time, thankfully, she'd figured out a way to do it in a smug British lilt that shouldn't remind anyone of ~~meta~~ Mary Poppins.

That that, Jono.

In case there's anything you figure you need help with!

But don't expect them to feed you your lines!

Jono wasn't cradling a mug of coffee today. Mostly because he hadn't been able to find his coffee mug for most of the evening. It had turned up in the freezer shortly before rehearsal.

... A frozen mug wasn't so good for a guy who wanted hot coffee, and so he'd dug up his guitar (which he'd found earlier that day among the costume racks, nestled cozily inside Troy's chicken suit), and headed down for rehearsal. He was clutching to that like a lifeline instead.

His inability to find his amplifiers was something he'd worry about later. Today he was just playing the karaoke soundtrack that he'd picked up in town earlier, when he thought his Stratocaster was gone forever.

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Look! A super-sized hot chocolate mocha with peppermint and cinnamon!

"Were you the guy with the lampshade?" 'Cause if not, she was drinking this herself.

"Unfortunately," Jonothon confirmed, casting a kind of sideways glance Kenzi's way. "And you would be the psychotic diva?"

That was the kindest phrase Jono had been able to come up with for Veronica, thus far.

"Hot chocolate?" Kenzi looked very very embarrassed. "As an apology?"

"An apology, or do you just want to see if you can knock me over with a hot drink again?"

At least she wasn't throwing it at his head?

"... You stand a fair chance of it, if that's what you're going for."

"I can do both!" Kenzi beamed. "'Cause I really am sorry that Veronica bitka was throwing stuff at you, and I'm sorry she stood up that guy, and was being mean to him... and what the heck was his deal?" She held out the cup.

Jonothon took the cup and shook his head a little.

"Bloke was probably off his meds," he speculated, carefully setting his guitar to the side. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm not exactly a shining example of perfect mental health, but he was absolutely bloody mental."

"The lampshade. The accordion," Kenzi said in mystified tones. "Wow. Actually, I think he was lucky she stood him up, 'cause she would've soaked him for dinner and dessert and left with someone else in the middle. Not a nice person at all." She shook her head. "Poor guy. And talk about mental, I don't think Veronica even cared she was on an island, she was that obsessed with that damn ballet." She took a gulp of her own cocoa, and sighed happily. "I love being sane."

Well, that might be an exaggeration.

"Yes," Jono replied, looking vaguely amused as he pulled his collar down so that he could drink. "Sane."

Look, someone had to say it.

"I suppose the important thing is that they're not us. He can keep his lampshades and horrific bow ties. I'll make do with my guitar."

And, formerly, leather.

... He missed his leather.

"Seriously." If Kenzi knew how much he missed his leather, she'd steal him some!

"Yay guitar. Imma work on drums today. I need to pound on something."

He had his own!

He just... didn't fit it so well, these days.

"Provided you can find them," Jono mused. "Things have been going missing left and right today. Troy's notebooks, my guitar. Stratocasters were not made to wear chicken costumes, for the record."

This seemed like an important point to share.

"...." Now there was a mental image. "...is someone stealing my schtick? 'Cause if they are, I'm stealing it back."

"Don't be surprised if you find it in the fridge behind the mustard," Jonothon noted, dryly. "But if you do manage to catch the culprit, give them a sound thumping for me, would you?"

He had no coffee.

Someone had to pay.

... The hot chocolate was good, though.

"Will do, mon capitan." Kenzi saluted him and grinned. "Director-approved beating, coming right up."

"One of these days," Jono mused, "somebody is going to accuse me of abusing my authority. In the meantime, I'm going to bask in this."

Just saying.

Troy likewise had no coffee, and his hands, for once, were unoccupied -- his notebook was missing.

Even the spares were missing.

He might be a little panicked about his inability to take notes, but surely Billy will write it all down for him, right?

Who have things to do!

Oh yes, there were so many things to do, and luckily Billy was in a super-focused headspace as he pored over his lists to see what still needed to be done. Anyone needing his attention might need to wave a hand in his face or something to pull him away from his thoughts.

Waving, waving, waving.... "What do you think of this roast?"

Well, it was certainly red enough.

"It's...red?" Billy said, oh so helpfully after a moment, once he'd managed to look up. "I mean, it looks good."

"Cool. I'll use this deli for the person-roast each night," Kenzi said cheerfully. "Also, I'd say sorry I flirted with you this last weekend, but you were hot and I was a bitch."

Billy turned bright red as he looked down at his notebook. "I wasn't hot. The eyeliner was so weird. And you weren't a bitch. You were nice enough to me, I guess."

"Well, she wasn't horrible to you, not like she was to Jon, but still." Kenzi grinned. "You were hot too! Silly Billy. Guyliner is awesome."

"I looked weird. And I was terrible," Billy said. "Did you hear about what happened with Topher?"

"No! What happened?"

"Um. He kind of asked me out while I was Mr. Guyliner," Billy explained. "And we got it all straightened out, but I was still mean to him while crazy, and I feel bad."

"Awwww! ... but yay on straightening it out." Kenzi looked worried. "He's not holding a grudge? He knows it wasn't you, not really?"

"I don't think he's holding a grudge. He knows it wasn't me. And, um, I kind of said yes to the date," Billy replied.

"Yaaaaay! Woo hoo!" Kenzi did a little dance and hip-bumped Billy, since she was still holding the plate of Roast Beast. "When and where, dude?!"

"We're going to go somewhere on the mainland so Fandom can't screw with us," Billy said with a laugh. "We haven't picked a when yet. Soon, I think."

"You are smart," Kenzi said definitely. "And I'm glad this is finally happening, for what it's worth."

THE TRANSIT STRIKE IS OVER OMYGOD GAME I HAVE MISSED YOU HI. I WILL BE HOME AT A SANE HOUR TONIGHT. HERE, HAVE SOME CAPSLOCK.

IT IS VERY EXCITING.

YAAAAAY NO MORE STRIKE FOR YOU!

I CAN GET TO WORK AND THINGS. THIS MAKES ME THE HAPPIEST ME.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! *\o/*

YES ALL THE YAY! \o/

HURRAY, SANE HOURS!

Sane hours are AMAZING. I left work and there was still daylight!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS.

I'm jealous. I get maybe five days a year where it's still light out when I go home.

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