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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Geoffrey was honestly stunned. Tomo had blown him away! She'd rendered him speechless! Congratulations, Tomo!

Inside, he was mentally headdesking, but outwardly he simply stared for several long moments, his eyes huge, his mouth hanging open. There was... there was just so much, that was wrong with that. He felt like a little piece of theater had died just then, and with it, a piece of himself.

After an incredibly still and awkward silence, he finally cleared his throat and looked away, rubbing a hand over his slack jaw. "Well, then, uh... Tomo..." Jesus wept, what did you say to something like that? He was having trouble trying not to laugh. "Thanks for... for coming in." He hesitated. "What, um... what play was that" supposed to be "from?"

[tomowildcat.livejournal.com]

((Well, he could cast her as an inanimate piece of scenery. Unfortunately, Tomo can't stay still for five seconds so she'll fail at even being a tree.))

Bun-Bun's laughter and the poleaxed look on Geoffrey's face were not lost on Tomo, and she practically beamed with pride. Hey, she'd been going for comedy, after all, and the director wasn't going to forget her anytime soon! Getting a part? Bah. It was ALL about the first impressions. You didn't have to be on stage to be famous. You had to memorize lines to be in a play anyway.

"Just something I grabbed from the library. It's, uh, Goodnight Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet)," she said, reading off the book jacket and finally noticing the author's name. "by... Anne-Marie Macdonald? Oops. I guess Shakespeare didn't use 'Bullshit' as a battle cry, huh?" She rounded on the nearest house elf, who was snickering. "You oughta have noticed that too! This isn't my first language, you know!"

She conveniently ignored the fact that thanks in part to Hogwarts' magic, it was impossible to tell she really wasn't fluent in English. Tomo was confusing enough when there wasn't a language barrier to worry about.

"So what play are you doing, anyway?" Tomo continued, sitting down on one of the vacated benches. "Any sword fights?" Really, anything where she could cheer on one side over the other was good.

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"Generally not, no," Geoffrey agreed faintly. Although really, Geoffrey figured Shakespeare had likely approved of the word 'bullshit' in general terms even if it had not featured much in his plays. The man was deep, yes, but not always high-brow.

He'd have been impressed with her English had he been paying more attention to her squabble with the House Elf, but her performance had sunk him into a half-horrified, half-bemused daze and while she argued he was busy trying to figure out what in the hell he could do with her. At her question, he looked up again, blinking. Hadn't she already asked...? "...I don't know. And yes." There were always sword fights.

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"Pfft. He missed out, it makes a great one," Tomo said. Now that the reading - if one could call it that - was over and she was sitting down, Tomo was starting to get slightly more subdued. (Which, for her, was approaching the very top of a normal human's energy level, but now she wasn't jumping on things.) The director was still catatonic, and she could still hear snickering beneath one of the chairs, so her work here was done.

So she finally heard Geoffrey's response and was lucid enough for its absurdity to dawn on her. "You don't know? You're the director, aren't ya? I didn't know you could have auditions without knowing what play they were for."

You could audition without knowing what play it was for, but even in Tomo's world it was strange not to have picked a play if you were the one actually running the auditions.

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Oh, he was so not in the mood to accept criticism from a... a psychotic grade schooler, especially over something that wasn't even remotely his fault. He laughed hoarsely and sat back, spreading his arms wide in an almost helpless and needlessly grandiose gesture. "In this place? Anything is possible. But if you want sword fights, there will be sword fights, that much I can assure you of."

More to himself than to her, he added, "I might wind up being in one, who the hell knows?" in a mutter. He didn't think there was anyone here he particularly wanted to stab, but he also hadn't been here that long.

[tomowildcat.livejournal.com]

Tomo? Criticize? Not unless your name is Chiyo Mihama. No, the question was completely serious. "Huh. I guess you could pick a play depending on who you got to audition, then. Never thought of that! But I'm not a director, you know a lot more than I do." She was completely sincere, and actually found the notion kind of cool. Maybe Osaka would know about this new way of auditioning. She'd have to ask her.

She didn't catch the aside, thankfully. "So, what's the verdict, Boss? Am I gonna be painting sets? Sound effects? I can be a bouncer, keep people from coming to see it without paying." Tomo leaned back a bit as she spoke. Attention whore that she was, it was still Tomo, and being in a play required rehearsal. And memorizing lines. And more effort than was necessary.

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Bun bun has no thoughts one way or another. Hands are hands. He glances up at the Director, and shrugs. "I'll take the ones you don't want."

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

After all that, she didn't even want to perform? She didn't even want to fucking perform? He stared at her for a long moment, nearly as speechless as he'd been after her audition itself. "I..." He rubbed a hand over his face, wondering if he was having a bad dream. "You don't want to be in the play?" he asked weakly.

Thank God for Bun-Bun. He turned looked over to the rabbit and nodded faintly, looking a little ill. "Do whatever you can," he sighed, hiding his head in his arms.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

Bun-bun can't help but grin. Poor director man. He turns his attention back to the girl. "You any good with a hammer? Or a wand?"