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The Boards, Friday Evening [Performance!]

It had been a while, but once again the Boards was gearing up for an opening night:

The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture!
Please no throwing rice on stage.
Well, okay, if you must.

Tickets were for sale at the door, along with audience participation kits. And yes, you better believe that the one selling the tickets was armed with a tube of lipstick so that he could mark Petey Sci-Fi virgins with a V on their foreheads if this was their first time seeing the show.

In the participation kits, one could expect to find flashlights, toilet paper, playing cards, toast, a newspaper, squirt guns... The usual fare, really. If people didn't know what to do with any of the above, there was even a handy audience participation guide included.

The cast was set. The crew was set. The costumes were scandalous and the music was loud.

The Lord said, let there be lips.

And there were. And they were good.

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Billy had told Topher to come, so Topher was there. Looking very uncertain, very wary, and more than a little bit confused.

Please let someone he knew sit near him, please let someone he knew sit near him...

"You're here!"

Having someone say that in your ear from behind him was probably not what Topher had in mind.

Startled Topher shrieked and leapt up. It was actually pretty impressive. You wouldn't think he could jump that high.

Then he turned, saw who it was, and relaxed a little. "Oh. It's you."

And not some evil underwear monster or something.

No, just an Evil Kenzi. In her usual Goth wear. Which did include a corset, but on the outside, along with lot of other clothes. She was probably wearing more than anyone else on-stage, barring Jonothon, since she was only playing the drums.

"Yup. Dude, I had no idea you were gonna be here! I'd have saved you a seat at the front." She beamed at him. "Are you ready to throw stuff?"

"Noooo," Topher said, side-eyeing her. "What do you mean?"

Yeah, he'd somehow managed to miss the distribution of audience kits. And the newbie hazing. Whoops?

"Topher! That's half the fun! Throwing toast! Throwing toiled paper! Firing the squirt guns!" Kenzi looked appalled. "You've been robbed, they didn't get you the audience kit?! Hang on, I'll go find you one."

...what!?

"But I don't wanna throw things," Topher objected. Quite reasonably, if you asked him.

"You can throw them at Quinn!"

Come on! How was that not fun?

"Oh." Okay, now he was considering it. "Do you have any jello?"

"Hmmmmm. Don't think so. We should though. Hang on."

Kenzi came bounding back with a kit (http://www.rockyhorror.com/participation/proplist.php), which she popped open to rummage in. "Hmm, there's hot dogs? Heh. And confetti!" She looked disappointed. "No Jell-O though."

"I don't know," Topher said dubiously. "Won't Billy have to clean this up?"

"Billy and me," Kenzi pointed out. Well. She might help. Probably, it was Billy. And she was kind of getting paid. "We wouldn't hand this stuff out if we didn't want you to use it!"

Or maybe Troy? Hmm.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna make him have to mop stuff up or whatever," Topher said after a minute, examining the kit. "I mean. You know."

Kenzi smothered a smile, and leaned on one of the seats. "Well, you could stick to the non-wet stuff? Like the toast. And rice. That's pretty easy to sweep up or vacuum up." She grinned. "But that's way considerate of you. You know."

Topher ducked his head. Not that he was blushing or anything, nooo. "It is?"

"Uh-hunh." Hey, the guy deserved all the props he earned here! "Billy's been working a lot on this, he'll appreciate knowing you were thinking about him." Kenzi hummed for a moment. "He said something about a ... date?"

Topher mumbled something incoherent. Don't bother trying to decipher it, Kenzi. It was mostly just syllables.

Kenzi read into it ... well, not a lot, but confirmation, anyway. "Ohhhhh? Is that sci-fi-speak for sooooon?"

"Friday," Topher mumbled. "We're gonna get food or something."

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Kenzi clapped her hands, once. Not wanting to jinx, startle, or freak out Topher with any show of enthusiasm. Still! "I approve. Go you. Good luck?"

"Thanks," he said. "Should be, uh. Interesting. At least."

Which, given what Billy had said about how things had gone while he was Guyliner Guy and Topher had tried to ask him out, was kind of ... a weird omen. "Here's hoping. Enjoy the show, dude. Catch you afters!"

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