The Boards, Saturday

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Drac had the windows repaired and most of the internal damage the zombie staff had done was corrected. Enough so that at least he could now sit down and look at a calendar and make an attempt at scheduling a play.

Behind closed doors, of course. The zombies had caught him with a script earlier in the week and the whole rest of the day had been them following him around 'auditioning'. Despite his very loud declaratons that he was only cleaning out the files.

So today, Drac was definitely behind closed doors. Trying really really hard to ignore the ocassional sounds coming from the rest of the theatre.



"Verily, tis unharmed, Count!"

... It kind of reminded him of when Mavis was learning to fly, actually.




[Open for Drac interaction, zombies, and PINKIES!!]

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"Party!" "PARTY!" "Fun!" "Fun fun fun FUN!"

Oh look. Those who make the zombies look coordinated.

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The ponies were met in the lobby by an usher... or what a zombie actor thought a Lobby Usher should be.

It flung its arm out in welcome. Sorry about that.

"Hullo. fair. citizen." A dramatic pause that didn't really affect the monotone delivery of the greting. "Of. this. town."

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The Pinkies bounced off every available surface, including the zombie. Gotta use what you have for momentum!

"Hi Hi HI HI HI Hi hi!" chanted a few of them at the zombie. "FUN! WHERE IS THE FUN?"

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"Fun?" The zombie's head was spinning, attempting to follow the ponies. "At the theatre?"

... at a bounce from one of the Pinkies, the zombie's head finally popped off.

"Acting is serious business," it continued to monotone as it bounced across the room.

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"Don't lose your head over it!" counseled one of the Pinkies to the head.

"There's NO Bizness--"

"LIKE SHOW BIZNESS!" yelled a half-dozen others.

"C'mon everypony! LET'S PUT ON A SHOW!" Some of the others called, as they descended en masse into the theater interior.

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Oh. oh THAT got the zombie's interest up. "A show? There is to be a play?"

His head rolled towards the stageroom door, even as his body walked into a wall. Repeatedly.

"To arms, my fellows!" it called, and another zombie entered the room, dragging a mop.

"Eeeeh?"

"There is a play!"

"Plaaaaaay?"

Another zombie appeared. "Doth thou speaketh of a production?"

"Plaaaaaay." (This zombie was merely a character actor; excuse him)

And now there was a rumble of zombies pouring down after the Pinkies and onto the stage. Because the Play was the Thing, of course.

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"You must pay the rent!" declaimed one Pinkie to a zombie.

"I can't pay the rent!" wailed another.

"You must pay the rent!"

"I can't pay the rent!"

"You must!"

"I can't!"

"You must!"

"I CAN'T!" the Pinkie said, bursting int tears that soaked her pretty costume

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And now a zombe head was rolled onto the stage. "When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff!"

No, that made no sense to the play. BUT IT WAS ACTING!

"It cannot be long that pink-pony should continue her crying to the mustache pony!" A zombie strode out in a pink dress (http://www.victorianchoice.com/vc/pic/Victorian-Gothic-Dress-Ball-Gown-Prom-Steampunk-Punk-Reenactment-Stage-Costume_D190RedStripe-1.jpg). Yes it was a male zombie. But he was An Actor! "Put money in thy purse—nor he his to her mustache be!"

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"I'LL PAY THE RENT!"

"MY HEEERO!"

"Curses, foiled, again!" the last Pinkie proclaimed, picking up the rolling head and saying without missing a beat, "ALAS, POOR YORICK. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!"

"IS THERE A DIRECTOR IN THE HOUSE?" someone called out/

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"Gas jets for lighting, lights can be dimmed!" There was dramatic posing everywhere! There was even a pyramid being formed on one corner of the stage.... it's collapse resulted in pulling down a whole section of rigging and a pile of body parts.

"Who needeth directors? They doth but stifle the acting spirit, my fine feathered pony!"

"Especially the noble Count," muttered the zombie head. "Why, how now, Count, wherefore are you sad?!" He then moaned back at the pony holding him.

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Said pony moaned back, then laughed. "You're silly!"

And okay, now one of the ponies had brought out the Party Cannon, and was aiming it at the zombies trying to reassemble themselves and trading body parts.

"FUN FUN FUN!"

...so much for those curtains.

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"Was that a cannon?" Drac looked up from the pile of papers on his desk, confused.

He waited a moment, but the sounds he was hearing now, didn't make him feel better. A few seconds later and the fear of what coud be happening finally overcame him and he was striding through the theatre trying to find his zombies.

As he passed the theatre doors, a torso covered in glitter and streamers came flying through...

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Those body parts don't launch themselves, you know?

"FUN!"

"FUN!"

"FUN FUN FUN FUN HI COUNT CHOCULA OooooO I am the ghost of your father!" the Pinkie told the skull.

"JOIN US!"

"PARTY!"

"DANCE, DRAC!"

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"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

The curtains... the rigging... broken lights... holes in the stage floor... zombie parts everywhere... chaos!

"How is this fun?! I know fun! This is not it! Fun is order and process and things properly done according to schedule in an orderly manner! This is far from fun!"

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"FUN," said one of the Pinkies explanatorily. "Is what you make it! We make fun!"

"Party!" "Cannons!" "Glitter!" "Balloons!" "Hats!"

And suddenly Drac was wearing a Mexican sombrero. "YAY HATS!"

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That took a second. Drac was not used to not causing quivering fear with his yelling.

Also, sombrero.

He blinked a moment and the whipped the hat off his head and set it on one of the seats. "Ms. Pie..."

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"YESSS?" several of them chorused, nearly quivering in glee.

Another one brought out a fruit hat (http://www.wholesalehalloweencostumes.com/hats/miscellaneous/49066R-tropicalia-fruit-hat-adult.html?code=googlepla&s_kwcid=PTC!pla!!!68255886956!g!!38495964236&utm_source=GoogleBase&source=productlistings&id=68255886956&CAWELAID=907682809&CAGPSPN=pla&gclid=CPa3mJncr78CFQqIfgodNAYAGg), and put it on top of his head.

"PERFECTION!"

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"Really?"

Drac drooped his shoulders as he reached up and removed the fruit hat. "Would you please stand still for a moment?" No, he could not believe there was more than the one Pinkie.

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As one, the entire crowd stood still. At attention. Eyes wide.

It was like watching dominoes as one on the edge suddenly knocked into another, into another, into another... BOING. BOING. BOING. BOING!

GOOOONG!

Well, they'd tried.

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Facepalming. Much facepalming. Especially when she fell into the pile of stil re-assembing zombies. Well, those that weren't attempting to slink away.

"Ms Pie. You are inciting my employees to riot." He waved a hand at the interior of the theatre. The destroyed interior. "Perhaps, you could... have 'fun' somewhere else? Some things are not meant for indoors. I'm sure you understand." BIG SMILE!

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Some of the Pinkies quivered their lips at him. "No fun here? No fun HERE?"

Others completely ignored him. And started a drinking song with the zombies.

And now there was a flamingo hat (http://www.oddlyneatstuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/flamingo-hat.jpg) on Dracula's head.

"COME WITH US TO A PARTY!"

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Drac made a face. "It's daylight outside."

THAT WAS A VALID EXCUSE, MKAY!

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"You have a hat!" Pinkie called. Pinkie grinned. And BOINGed.

"WE ALL HAVE HATS!"

"LET THE PARADE COMMENCE!"

One of the Pinkies brought out the brass band. The zombies (what was left of them) stared in amazement.

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"Ah. Uhm. I have. Work. yes. Work to do." Drac backed up as the parade advanced towards him. "Ms. Pie, I really think..."

A trombone slide came at him, almost touching him despite how far he was from the actual instrument, and he jumped with a small yelp.

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"MARCH 2 3 4! MARCH 2 3 4! SLIIIIIIIDE 2 3 4!"

Marching, and then doing the Electric Slide. Dracula was surrounded, bounded, and impounded, all at once.

"POLKA 2 3 4!"

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He was trapped indeed! But he didn't polka.

A few of the zombies, though...

It wasn't until they got to the edge of the park that Drac managed to find a way to make a run for it (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/7311068.html).