Jono Starsmore (
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fandomtownies2013-12-13 09:24 am
The Boards, Friday Evening ... Jekyll & Hyde?
Friday the thirteenth, indeed. Tonight was supposed to be the night of the show, but Jono was facing more than a slight moral dilemma with this one. If it had been only waffles falling from the ceiling and gremlins running amok in the costumes, that would have been one thing. Hell, if his biggest problem tonight was that the costumes were still wrong after a trip to the cleaner's to complain, then he'd cope with that.
... Jekyll could probably get away with wearing the Scrooge outfit. He figured he'd divvy up the costumes for the three spirits and Marley however worked best, and there were plenty of outfits for the extras, if he really had to push it.
But no, of course there had to be people outside killing his actors and audience in the streets. Of course. Jonothon sighed, and then sent a mass-text to his cast and crew:
If you can't get to the Boards without getting hurt, DON'T TRY. I am not actually a firm believer in that 'The show must go on' adage.
And the rest... He'd play by ear. Somehow. Maybe he'd just keep the doors open for people who needed a safe place to hide from the killers outside, and if any of his performers did show up, he could get them to just do a musical revue and select scenes or something.
Bloody Friday the thirteenth.
[Open with a very moddable Boards! No psychos allowed. Well. Unless they're locals.]
... Jekyll could probably get away with wearing the Scrooge outfit. He figured he'd divvy up the costumes for the three spirits and Marley however worked best, and there were plenty of outfits for the extras, if he really had to push it.
But no, of course there had to be people outside killing his actors and audience in the streets. Of course. Jonothon sighed, and then sent a mass-text to his cast and crew:
If you can't get to the Boards without getting hurt, DON'T TRY. I am not actually a firm believer in that 'The show must go on' adage.
And the rest... He'd play by ear. Somehow. Maybe he'd just keep the doors open for people who needed a safe place to hide from the killers outside, and if any of his performers did show up, he could get them to just do a musical revue and select scenes or something.
Bloody Friday the thirteenth.
[Open with a very moddable Boards! No psychos allowed. Well. Unless they're locals.]

Backstage!
There might be a chicken suit or something in the back that'll fit better.
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"I wouldn't have come," she informed anyone who might be listening, while combing her fingers through her hair, "but I was in town anyway."
You had your lead, Jono!
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"I appreciate that," Jono replied, walking over to her with two advil in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. He was getting a stress headache, here. "It means... we've got someone out there, if anybody shows up. I was half-prepared to pull out my guitar and just sing angrily at anybody who wound up in the seats."
He would've done it, too.
"If we have an audience at all, I'll be surprised."
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"You can jump rooftops from my place to here!"
Right, 'cause that was way safer than being on the actual street.
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Probably only because the whole week was freaking him out and making his skin crawl, and for some reason he felt as if he was better off doing that here than he was at the dorms.
So here he was, looking surly in a slightly shakier way than usual.
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So, one purchased rifle (with bullets that apparently exploded, which was interesting) and one rather unsettling New-U experience later, he was showing up for his part in the play. He had promised, after all.
He nodded to Jono and set his rifle aside carefully. "Something tells me there won't be much of a show tonight."
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And still less than it would take to put on a show. Jono knew the lines clear through the script, but he was pretty certain he'd make a sorry prostitute.
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Cecil made good use of his acid-and-electrified gun, and only died a few times before he finally made it to the theater.
"Hi, Mr. Starsmore!" Wow, adrenaline highs were fun!
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Jono was side-eyeing you, Cecil. And wondering just how many times you hit up those New-U stations before finally making it to the Boards.
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And he had no idea about text messages, so of course he hadn't gotten word that it was a good as cancelled.
"The costumes are still wrong?!" No, he was not freaking out. Nope. Not a bit. "I should have gone in person. Hypnotized the whole lot of them! Wait... are these CHAINS?" He was totally freaking out.
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No gun, but a knife, nasty rents and blood in her clothing, and an expression that suggested people shouldn't ask questions.
"I can't believe we're still doing this!" she snarled, reaching for Tiny Tim's costume and rolling her eyes. "If anything nasty shows up, I'm killing it even if I have to dive off the stage."
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And the fact that so many people had arrived in spite of him telling them not to was exactly why the show was still going on. The people of Fandom were... well, frankly, they were kind of idiots sometimes.
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Audience - Before the Show!
Please.
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Large, blue, glowing, hard-light sticks.
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"The show must go on?" she asked, looking vaguely amused as she leaned against a row of seats.
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The Show!
If there were no performers tonight, he'd get up himself and treat whoever might be in the seats with a long rant. Or possibly a guitar solo. One of those.
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She also had a hidden soundtrack going so the chorus could sing along.
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He knew a piano transcription of Verdi's Requiem Mass. It seemed appropriate.
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In this case, you can feel free to swap weapons and trade contingency plans for getting home alive or whatever other madness you might want to participate in.
Hell, Jono has spare beds in the props room. He's willing to put everyone in the building up until daylight.
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Hell, if they're not in the show and they want to get onto the stage anyhow, that's fine, too. Or if you all want to usurp the whole show to turn it into a psycho-hunting expedition or something. Mod the Boards. Raid the props room. Feel free to have your characters stay the night or duck in off the street halfway through the show or any manner of things.
The Boards (with the exception of Jono's apartment unless you get his permission) are yours to do with as you please. Just don't burn the building down. Jono's stuff is upstairs.
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