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Dress rehearsal.

No two words could fill a director with quite so much dread as the words 'dress rehearsal.' Unless those words were 'opening night,' or possibly 'laryngitis outbreak.' Fortunately, Jono didn't have to deal with one of those for another few days, and the other... hopefully at all. He could dream, anyway. If this all went pear-shaped on him, he supposed he'd prefer if it were something he couldn't have possibly prepared for, coming to cock it all up.

"Show night is the day after tomorrow," he informed his cast, sounding only the slightest bit bewildered by that prospect. "You know your lines by now," the 'had better' was strongly implied, "and we have an entire room full of costumes. Put something on that fits, and let's have our bloody dress rehearsal."

Yes, it had come far enough down to the wire that he was letting people pick their own costumes. He was trusting them implicitly to not mess it up. In amongst the costume racks that included astronaut and chicken suits, just as readily as the proper period costumes that he was praying you all grabbed.

He'd probably run damage control if any dinosaurs or cowboys wound up in his show. But then, at this point, maybe he'd just be happy that his actors were wearing clothes. The set already looked as though a disco ball had puked into a bowl of fruit punch, so he'd take whatever small victories he could get.

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Lemon water. Regular water. Tea.

... And that's it. Jono has just founded the police state of 'no gumming up your throats' and he intends to keep it that way.

The refreshments table was pathetic but also appropriate so Karina didn't really care.

More importantly, his 'put on something that fits' had reduced her to giggling.

This was so much more relaxed than what she was used to.

And wine. Plenty of it. Since when were actors ever expected to be sober?

Seriously, what kind of person could survive on water, anyway?

A sober one.

That would be Jono, stalking up to the table with a garbage bag in one hand, scowling, and starting to remove the wine from the table.

Not in his theatre.

Porthos scowled right back. "And just what do you think you're doing?!?!" he demanded. "If you insist on removing the wine, I will return it to my cellars, but I absolutely forbid you to throw it away!"

"Well then," Jono sighed, shoving the bag toward Porthos with a glassy clatter, "I'm going to have to insist. Or set it aside until after the rehearsal and drink to your heart's content then. But I'd prefer my cast to not be drunk when they step up to perform. Doubly so, as most of them aren't within th'legal limit in the first place."

... No, this wouldn't have stopped Jono had he had a mouth at that age. But he was a teacher now, too. There were certain things that just were not done.

"Legal limit!" Porthos scoffed, shaking his head. "...Very well. I have been a poor guest in your establishment by not to deferring to you ere now, and most sincerely apologize. The refreshments shall be saved until later." He bowed grandly to Jono and took the bag.

Karla hadn't had time to get cucumber sandwiches, so she supposed that was fair. Dress rehearsal was an excellent idea anyway, she had a LOT of excess energy to work off as it was ~~from a post that was totally going to happen soon, really~~.

Also, being the brat she was, she'd stolen some of Morton's clothing to wear. Because she could, dammit.

...Now to find someone who could take them in. Hmmm.

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The sky is the limit!

But bear in mind that unless you want your director to attempt to kill you with his brain (something that once upon a time, he had actually been entirely capable of doing), you probably want to at least try to pick a costume that fit your character.

Please.

Yeah, yeah, so Karina was totally going to pick a proper costume out eventually.

But first she was going to spend some time looking at the most ridiculous costumes ever (as they related to this production anyway). Would he kill her if she dressed up as a sparkly butterfly fairy thing? Or as a pretty, pretty astronaut? He probably would.

The dress Juliet (http://media-cache-ec4.pinterest.com/550x/6c/b2/8d/6cb28d15c66cdc4e42deb2183817ee9d.jpg) picked was period-appropriate and a bit delicate -- she was careful not to tear the fabric as she corsetted herself into it. Her hair was going to be another matter, and she took some time looking for a fall or hairpiece to give her the bun or braid Cecily deserved.

"Oh wow, that's so pretty!" Minako enthused, as she tried to keep from tripping over her own skirt. "It really suits you."

"I know!" Juliet agreed happily. "I was lucky it was my size, too. But I love the dress you picked out!"

April's costume had a priest's collar. Did April mention how cool she felt about having a priest's collar? Because it was pretty cool.

"If I did weird shit wearing this, I could get, like, thousands of hits on YouTube," she commented to the backstage area at large. Thoughtfully.

Minako blinked. "Really? Why?"

Lack of cultural context FTW. Now, if you were wearing a miko's outfit, Miss April... Minako might die at the idea.

April didn't look away from the mirror, which she was using to adjust her collar. "Only old fucks who people respect for some reason get to wear these."

Ew, swearing, but Minako managed not to make a face at Miss April's crass language. "Like, your president?"

No, Minako, not quite.

"Kind of, but with more rules." April gave a little bit of a shrug like that. "And believing in disembodied voices."

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"Well, everyone has their quirks?" Minako offered cheerfully. After all, she talked to her cat on a regular basis. "But if they talk to disembodied voices, people might not be too surprised to see you doing strange things!"

"You'd think," April said, with finality, "but no."

Minako wanted red! Red! Not yellow or gold, although she liked those colors too, but Gwendolyn would want something that popped out. Red.

"Score (http://pinterest.com/pin/242420392414021307/)!" she finally hollered, pulling out a dress and already starting to strip down to try it on. "Someone help me with the back?"

"I'll help," Zhari offered, padding over in a long white shirt and black pants. "I am supposed to be a servant after all."

Natalie went for a classic suit. Not too form-fitting, nor too flashy (as she was playing a butler rather than one of the leads) but one that still complimented her skinny form.

Just because she usually dressed like she didn't give a crap about fashion didn't mean she didn't have a knack for dressing in ways that looked good on her.

Karla had done the ~~fun~~ smart thing and stolen her costume from her hapless cousin, though she was still poking around for a few more items. Being from a similar enough time period fashion-wise, she had a pretty firm idea of what she should look like.

Then she'd just have to club her hair in the back, dig out her boots from Triela, (get her costume fitted, sorry Morton), and she'd be fine.

Porthos had some idea what well-dressed gentlewomen wore in his era, mostly from the standpoint of how best to unfasten and remove it. He also had seen the formalwear of modern common folk, and he figured that the dress he was looking for would be somewhere inbetween.

He also, however, had some idea as to what was expected of an actor's costume.

The dress he selected was an inferior material colored a bright green hue. It was full of garish ruffles and lace and beads and frills that parodied, rather than exemplified elegance. The matching hat was wide and floppy, with a huge dyed ostrich feather flowing from the top and a decorative veil hanging down the back. Several layers of petticoats pushed the dress out to absurd proportions around his waist, and the effect was completed with two large pillows stuffed down his front.

He'd applied a generous amount of make-up, but hadn't bothered to shave.

He swanned into the room haughtily, practicing his delivery of the line "A handbag?!?!" under his breath.

Zhahar didn't actually know what an appropriate outfit would be (though she was guessing it probably didn't involve feathers and the Mother only knew what that shiny thing with the fishbowl head was for), so she was kind of hanging back and trying to see what other people picked out.

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A full run, start to finish, with no stopping to call 'line' and no help from the director whatsoever if you manage to completely drift into improv territory or something.

If you messed it up badly enough, you might get to witness Jono getting up, wandering off, and returning with a case of import beer. If it got to that, you could feel free to be as ashamed or as proud of yourself as you wanted.

For the crew, for all of those last minute bouts of props-wrangling or lighting the place on fire or talking about that Scottish Play that you probably wanted to do.

Billy was here and looking very calm, having reached a state of acceptance about how soon the play was coming.

It's dress rehearsal day.

After today, this thing is out of his hands.

If he's looking a little like a deer staring stupidly into the headlights of a semi truck as he watches the rehearsal today, can anyone blame him?

There is cat butt in my face. No cat that does not go there.

As our lovely director was distracted by cat butt in all its lovely glory, I present you with the cast list and script.

I knew I was forgetting something this morning! Thank you, lady!

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