Open RP: Auditions!

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

So as far as Geoffrey knew, his production of Twelfth Night was well under way. No, really -- despite it having been weeks since his posters had been altered, he had somehow entirely failed to notice that the people who were signed up for the play were, in fact, signed up for a completely different one. This meant he was probably due for something of a surprise, today.

He'd cleared a large space in the Great Hall and tacked up a sign that said "Auditions here!" which he figured was enough decor. Pulling up three chairs -- one for himself, one for his stage manager, and one for Oliver... wait, make that two chairs -- he slouched down into his seat, rolled up his sleeves, and waited for the first arrival.

((This is primarily for people who are auditioning, but if you missed the signup and want to participate in the play, now's your chance!

Edit: So I figured we'd do one thread for each character, and they could read a little monologue and chat with Geoffrey and Bun-Bun if they liked. And please, feel free to mention A Midsummer Night's Dream. A lot. Geoffrey still has no idea that's what he's actually supposed to be working on.))

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[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Sure am." He hops into one of the chairs, whip at the ready. "Don't worry, I know how to deal with actors. Some people thing being small is a detriment, but I say it just lets me get into the dressing room to unlock the door when some prissy prima donna overdoses on diet pills."

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

Bun-Bun was his new favorite. "Ah," he said in a subdued fashion, looking secretly unbelievably delighted. "Well... good. I guess your qualifications check out. Plus, you can talk." Which was a pretty important one. "I, uh. Is that a transfiguration thing, or...?"

He was going to have to check in with the actors when they showed up. He really did want to make sure he wasn't just hallucinating this.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"It's just me kid." He leans back, fishing a cigar from somewhere on his person, and a lighter from god knows where. "I'm a talking rabbit with a penchant for sadism and porn. And alcohol. Issues?"

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

"Lots," he answered absently. Kid? Geoffrey was in his 40's -- he kind of figured that he had to have at least a couple of years on the rabbit.

Whatever. He needed a stage manager, and he had one. "You're hired," he sighed, slumping back in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face. "You stay between me and the actors. Do you know anything about the play? It doesn't really matter if you do."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"I've seen it a couple times before. 'If we shadows have offended' and all that rot." Sadly? Bun-bun probably has a couple of thousand years of Geoffrey. He puffs on his cigar, being nice enough to blow the smoke towards the actor area. "Anything else, I can learn." He perks up. "Oooh, Bottom Should be easy as anything with the wands. Something like Knoxville Transformus!"

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no." Geoffrey's brows knit together, but he affected a careful smile for Bun-Bun. The sort he used with management. And other people who didn't actually know the theater from a hole in the wall. "That's A Midsummer Night's Dream," he explained with overexaggerated patiently. "With Robin Goodfellow. We're doing Twelfth Night. It's the one with the crossdressing."

He considers this. "Well, one of them."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

Bun-Bun frowns at his boss. "Well, yeah, that's what was advertised, right?"

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

Uh-oh. Geoffrey felt the twin hands of confusion and dread creeping up on him, but he managed to (mostly) mantain his composure. His smile twitched slightly. "Right." He cleared his throat. "Twelfth Night. Is what was advertised."

Wasn't it?

"I... put the posters up myself," he added, a touch defensively, glancing around the room. And then, in a lower voice: "If this is one of your tricks..."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

The bunny arches an eyebrow. "If this was one of my tricks, we'd be doing Titus Andronicus, and I'd be passing out real swords. Nope, the signs all said Midsummers knights dream."

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

"Not you," Geoffrey replied irritably, his eyes still on the empty walls. This was just the sort of thing Oliver would do. Oliver was dead, dead, dead, but that hadn't stopped him from interfering before, and Geoffrey refused to believe it was just a coincidence that his play had somehow been transformed into the last play Oliver Wells had done before he died.

Geoffrey stood abruptly and started pacing the room, pushing the chairs aside, crouching to look beneath them. "And people signed up on these posters?" he asked in a fragmented sort of a voice, chewing on his lower lip.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

The rabbit nods his head, absently gnawing on a rear paw. "Ayup. All of them are expecting to do this one."

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

"Well, fuck." Geoffrey ran his hands over his face and through his hair, leaving it standing up at wild ends. He straightened, folding his arms tightly. "If I find out who did this," he said loudly to the (otherwise empty) room at large, "There will be Hell to pay. And I don't CARE if you've already BEEN there."

Sighing heavily, he threw himself back down into a chair and sprawled out. "You don't suppose there's any chance that no one else will have noticed, do you?" he asked Bun-Bun sadly.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Ha!" Luckily, down thread, someone has made it obvious. "Not much chance, no."

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

"Right." Geoffrey fished into his greatcoat and pulled out his copy of Twelfth Night, staring at it bleakly for a moment. Well... there was always a hope, he supposed. Shoving it back into his coat, he leaned forward onto the chair in front of him and nodded. "Let's get this nightmare over with, then." He wished he had one of Oliver's chocolate mints. Or a razorblade to play with.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

CRACK! As the bunny snaps his bullwhip down eyes gleaming. "Let's get it started. FIRST! Get in here and audition!"