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((Hi all :D Sorry for the delay on this -- I was away, and then I was sicky sickity sick sick sick. Pretend the cast list was posted, you know, a week ago. To avoid spamming the comm I'm putting the rehearsal RP and the cast list in the same post -- OOC details on the rehearsal below!))
After carefully considering the auditions (and drinking himself into a stupor over some of them), Geoffrey made his decisions and carefully put together his cast. He posted the list up by the door in the Great Hall for everyone to see.
As it turns out, not quite enough people showed up to auditions, so a certain lucky few had been reluctantly allowed back into the cast...
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A Midsummer Night's Dream Cast List:
Puck -- Kelly Kapoor
Oberon -- Bernard Black
Titania -- Ellen Fanshaw
Lysander -- Hamlet of Denmark
Demetrius -- Archie Kennedy
Hermia -- Lola Sanchez
Helena -- Stephanie Brown
Theseus -- Dr. Richard Papen
Hippolyta -- Hedwig Robinson
Nick Bottom -- Strong Bad
Peter Quince -- Professor Ford Prefect
Francis Flute -- Molly Michon
Robin Starveling -- Erk
Tom Snout -- Robin Goodfellow
Snug -- Dr. Zoidberg
Philostrate -- Bert
Egeus -- Dr. Q. L. Killjoy
Peaseblossom -- George Weasley
Cobweb -- Bill Door
Moth -- Mayday Parker
Mustardseed -- Tomo Takino
Rehearsals start on July 26th at 5 PM, in the empty classroom on the third floor, east wing. Do not be late or you will be fed to the cast.
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And so, one week later, Geoffrey sat in the empty classroom on the third floor and waited for his cast to arrive. The room was dominated by three long tables, forming the shape of a U, with an open space behind them. Geoffrey was seated at the bottom of the U, hunched over a sheaf of notes, scrawling quick, last-minute notes on them before the others got there. He'd lost a week of work thanks to the whole Twelfth Night debacle, and as a result things had been a little stressful for him since the auditions. Ellen had been weirdly helpful, but still... he was kind of nervous.
It didn't help that this play, this particular play, was the very last play the last Oliver Wells, Geoffrey's one-time best friend, mentor, and later personal ghost, had put on before he'd died. That wasn't helping at all. He kept expecting the man to show up again to help out -- he almost wished for it to happen, because he missed him, but the thought made the hair on the back of his neck stand up anyway.
Casting one last worried glance at the door, Geoffrey bit his lip and scribbled down another note. Oliver, Ellen, Bun-Bun, the cast... someone had to show up soon.
((Hi again. Okay, so, as Geoffrey is a genius and I am not, and he is all super-brilliant about Shakespeare and... I am not, I think it would be for the best if we kind of maybe glide past the actual bits of play stuff. >>;;
So I thought we could have everyone show up and mill around and meet each other, and then they can sit down for 'rehearsal,' at which point if you have any particular extra-special thing going on (like, say, Robin throwing a temper tantrum) you can do that, and then we can pick up at a break or at the end of rehearsal (or both). I hope this is cool with everyone, you really do not want to see me trying to direct Shakespeare. XD;))
After carefully considering the auditions (and drinking himself into a stupor over some of them), Geoffrey made his decisions and carefully put together his cast. He posted the list up by the door in the Great Hall for everyone to see.
As it turns out, not quite enough people showed up to auditions, so a certain lucky few had been reluctantly allowed back into the cast...
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A Midsummer Night's Dream Cast List:
Puck -- Kelly Kapoor
Oberon -- Bernard Black
Titania -- Ellen Fanshaw
Lysander -- Hamlet of Denmark
Demetrius -- Archie Kennedy
Hermia -- Lola Sanchez
Helena -- Stephanie Brown
Theseus -- Dr. Richard Papen
Hippolyta -- Hedwig Robinson
Nick Bottom -- Strong Bad
Peter Quince -- Professor Ford Prefect
Francis Flute -- Molly Michon
Robin Starveling -- Erk
Tom Snout -- Robin Goodfellow
Snug -- Dr. Zoidberg
Philostrate -- Bert
Egeus -- Dr. Q. L. Killjoy
Peaseblossom -- George Weasley
Cobweb -- Bill Door
Moth -- Mayday Parker
Mustardseed -- Tomo Takino
Rehearsals start on July 26th at 5 PM, in the empty classroom on the third floor, east wing. Do not be late or you will be fed to the cast.
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And so, one week later, Geoffrey sat in the empty classroom on the third floor and waited for his cast to arrive. The room was dominated by three long tables, forming the shape of a U, with an open space behind them. Geoffrey was seated at the bottom of the U, hunched over a sheaf of notes, scrawling quick, last-minute notes on them before the others got there. He'd lost a week of work thanks to the whole Twelfth Night debacle, and as a result things had been a little stressful for him since the auditions. Ellen had been weirdly helpful, but still... he was kind of nervous.
It didn't help that this play, this particular play, was the very last play the last Oliver Wells, Geoffrey's one-time best friend, mentor, and later personal ghost, had put on before he'd died. That wasn't helping at all. He kept expecting the man to show up again to help out -- he almost wished for it to happen, because he missed him, but the thought made the hair on the back of his neck stand up anyway.
Casting one last worried glance at the door, Geoffrey bit his lip and scribbled down another note. Oliver, Ellen, Bun-Bun, the cast... someone had to show up soon.
((Hi again. Okay, so, as Geoffrey is a genius and I am not, and he is all super-brilliant about Shakespeare and... I am not, I think it would be for the best if we kind of maybe glide past the actual bits of play stuff. >>;;
So I thought we could have everyone show up and mill around and meet each other, and then they can sit down for 'rehearsal,' at which point if you have any particular extra-special thing going on (like, say, Robin throwing a temper tantrum) you can do that, and then we can pick up at a break or at the end of rehearsal (or both). I hope this is cool with everyone, you really do not want to see me trying to direct Shakespeare. XD;))
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Date: 2007-07-27 01:35 am (UTC)She walked in with a smile, looking out for the 'haha, you're on candid camera' moment. Please. She was way too good to fall for that.
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Date: 2007-07-27 01:39 am (UTC)She spotted Steph and made her way over--thank God, a familiar face. "Congrats," she said. "You landed a pretty major part."
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Date: 2007-07-27 01:43 am (UTC)That's right. George Weasley was a cross-dressing fairy.
He'd auditioned at the last moment
and not in the RP because this was actually decided today for the lulz and because of needing a few extra parts, specifically angling for said fairy role. For a few reasons. The first was to make sure all the 'special' props that he and Fred were making would actually be used to the maximum prank potential. The second was because he was fairly certain that he could make the fairy wings actually fly and scatter Giggling Glitter onto the audience during key scenes, so he needed a tester. And the third was...Okay, so the third reason had everything to do with Stephanie.
In any regard, as he ambled into the rehearsals, hands stuck in his pockets and humming a Weird Sisters tune, his face brightened to see reason number three already there. Walking up behind her, George wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Stand aside, all others of the thespian persuasion!" he called out to the room at large. "For Stephanie Brown is in your midst! Tremble at her skills, swoon at her presence, weep as she makes even the simplest of lines into sheer glory!"
Why, yes. That did count as a 'hello' in George-world.
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Date: 2007-07-27 03:22 am (UTC)"Isn't it exciting, Geoffrey?" she grinned, leaning in to give him a lingering kiss. To establish, of course, the pecking order as well as her claim on the director. Oh, and because she was happy to see him. "I love the Dream. And you won't have my back to the audience like last time. That was horrible. Or sheep. I hated the stupid fucking sheep, with their stupid fucking bleets."
Lighting a cigarette, she puffed out an irritated breath before beaming a smile at Geoffrey. "This is going to be fun!"
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Date: 2007-07-27 04:35 am (UTC)Well, okay, she was still late, but she was less late than some of the others, and that was enough that he'd take it and be downright impressed. His brows lifted in honest surprise as she swooped in, but he smiled when she kissed him. "Mm. Hi." He kissed her back, slipping his hand into hers.
He was about to add that yes, it was very exciting, new cast, new venue, he had some ideas, and... so on, but before he could begin Ellen decided to launch on a bit of a rant. About Oliver. Of course. At least she was comparing him favorably, this time! That was an improvement. His smile turned slightly grim. "No sheep. I don't know what the obsession with animals on the stage was, between Oliver and his sheep and Darren and his horses, but I prefer my productions to be animal-free."
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Date: 2007-07-27 03:32 am (UTC)Archie slipped in the door, looking around for a familiar face.
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Date: 2007-07-27 04:51 am (UTC)Abandoning his notes for good (or at least until they started actually using them), Geoffrey got up to greet Archie. "Hi. It's Archie, right?"
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:07 am (UTC)"Heya boss. Got some set ideas drawn up. Nothing spectacular, just some rough thoughts. Also been askin' around 'bout some of the spells what could prove useful.." He glances around as the room fills up. "Damn, forgot to nab me an gopher. Ah well, enough wands here, someone can conjure up some coffee. Where we performin this at? Those woods outside be nice fer the settin and all-"
And then he gives the bossman time to interject.Bun-bun is a little more used to the physical aspect of stage management. it's probably best not to ask how.
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Date: 2007-07-27 08:06 am (UTC)As a result, it took him half a second to catch up. "Oh, uh. I'd been thinking about the woods, actually. And... coffee. Right." Coffee was the best idea he'd heard so far, although admittedly he hadn't heard many of them yet. He looked around, hoping vaguely that someone had set up a coffee maker without telling him.
Nope.
"You could try getting a House Elf?" He shrugged.
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:39 am (UTC)It was also the name of her favorite housemate on The Real World: San Diego. Clearly, she was totally suited for the part!
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:46 am (UTC)He was Robin bloody fucking Goodfellow! And as disgusting, base, and untrue as this myopic tale was, it was still about HIM. Why in Bacchus' hairy ass would you get an actor to inaccurately portray a character who was right in front of you?
Robin was just a smidge upset.
Bursting in the door, eyes flashing, jaw clenched, Robin breezed right past the director - that narrow-minded idiot - and his three-seconds-away-from-rabbit-stew stage manager to halt in front of Kelly. The insipid little mortal who was taking on his role.
"So," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You think you can be the Puck? Do you honestly believe you can take on one of the most complex and heart wrenching roles in all of your pitiful race's literary history?" He heaved out a huge breath. "Well? DO YOU?"
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:43 am (UTC)and possibly some tail for Francis?She looked over the cast list with every evidence of seriousness. Her lips barely moving, she said to Francis very quietly: "What do you think of 'Strong Bad' as a stage name? Likely to be false advertising?"
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Date: 2007-07-27 07:11 am (UTC)He surveyed the list over Camilla's shoulder, idly smoking as he scanned the names. He didn't recognize any offhand, and some of them were very strange indeed. "One can only hope not," he murmured quietly. "Do you know anyone?" So far, the prospects looked a little grim. The director was in his forties and the only male cast member he'd spotted so far was under twenty... Neither age was much to his tastes (although the fact that both appeared to be with women wasn't as much of a deterrent as one might think).
Suddenly, his eye caught a hint of gold (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1403871.html?thread=71395807#t71395807), and his angular face brightened with interest. Hmmm. A little young too, but Francis had a thing for blondes.
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:51 am (UTC)His projector was sitting at the end of a table, as far from Tennant as he could get without leaving the room. He had not started rolling yet; socializing with the plebians was rather beneath his dignity, and so he was waiting for rehearsals to begin. If he was lucky, no one would figure out that he could still perceive them even though he wasn't projecting yet.
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Date: 2007-07-27 11:36 am (UTC)Lysander and myself will fly this place
Before the time I did Lysander see
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me
Oh! then what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell...
"Sorry if I'm late!" she panted to the room at large, before joining her fellow actors. She was curious about the other people, and immediately started looking for the ones she'd be working with the most.
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Date: 2007-07-31 01:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-27 04:06 pm (UTC)Anyway, he was here now. And he was almost certain the "fed to the cast" thing was a joke, although given some of the idiots he'd seen at the rehearsals...
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:43 am (UTC)Bun-Bun probably did, but oh well.
"Hi," he called, looking slightly frazzled. "Have a seat. We're just about to start (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1403871.html?thread=72038367#t72038367)."
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Date: 2007-07-28 01:52 am (UTC)"Too bad I didn't come with my gear today! I didn't know I'd be called upon to perform!" He beamed and picked up one of the scripts, thumbing through, humming happily to himself. "Philostrate, ah? Sounds pretty important..."
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Date: 2007-07-31 05:46 am (UTC)And then the blasted notice and having to rouse himself up and go to a rehearsal, for God's sake. It was confusing. But he finally stumbled in, bleary-eyed, from pouring over some Greek texts and napping on the pages, and took his seat. He wasn't even really sure what show this was. He only knew that if he'd signed up for something, he'd better show up. Resting his forehead on the table, Richard waited for someone to tell him what to do.
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Date: 2007-07-31 09:10 am (UTC)On the other hand, there were those parents of his... maybe Richard had finally decided to embrace his roots. Huh. Francis nudged Camilla and nodded towards Richard, radiating amused curiousity. "Apparently the Jacobeans aren't the only thing he enjoys." Pause. He glanced at her, then quickly moved away, walking over to Richard. "Well hello," he smirked, sitting down at his side.
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:57 am (UTC)Oberon. Who the bloody hell was Oberon? Bernard probably needed to read the actual play.
Instead, he found a chair and skulked in the darkest corner he could find, armed with his usual cigarette and glass of red wine. Bernard Ludwig Black - involved in a community project? The world was surely going to blow up quite soon.
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Date: 2007-08-01 03:20 pm (UTC)Hamlet, lost in an inner monologue on mortality, death, etc., missed the cast list the first few times he walked by it. Once he did spot it, he was quite surprised to find himself near the top of the list. Lysander... who was that? He had no familiarity with the play- it was English, though, was it not? Not Danish. And perhaps a comedy? Comedies were for Paris, for Laertes- Hamlet reveled in the tragedies popular at the University of Wittenburg.
Still lost in thought, Hamlet slid into the back of the room and sat down, his thoughts sliding inexorably from plays to his uncle to (you guessed it) death.
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Date: 2007-08-02 03:44 pm (UTC)May had been passing by when she caught a glimpse of the cast list and dropped all the books she was carrying. They'd actually cast her? What? She'd only auditioned for the hell of it, really and because of a moment of pride. She certainly couldn't act, so they must have been really desperate for actors. Heck, she'd never even been on stage before, and the reason she'd written a paper to get out of a school production was so she wouldn't make a fool of herself.
But if they were that hard up for actors, she couldn't bail. It just wouldn't be right. She had auditioned, after all. And maybe she couldn't screw up a really small part, could she?
So she slipped into the rehearsal quietly, a book of Shakespeare's plays tucked under one arm and stood apart from the rest of the cast, feeling somewhat out of place.
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:15 am (UTC)EllenGeorgesome of those who had been particularly disruptive this afternoon, Geoffrey himself sat down.Now that he had their attention, actually, this was just a little scary. He hadn't been in this position since he'd directed King Lear the year before, and every time he'd tried to give a big -- or even a little -- speech then he'd wound up breaking down in tears. Geoffrey was pretty sure he was over that stage, now, but... still, a little scary. He breathed in deeply and gave everyone a slightly nervous smile. "Hi. Um. So. Just in case you don't remember, if you were perhaps drunk at the auditions or have since suffered a massive blow to the head, I'm Geoffrey Tennant, I'm the director, and you all belong to me for the next four weeks." Oh, he totally still had it. Great! His smile brightened.
"Now, the play we are going to be attempting is A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare." He held up his own copy, gesturing to it proudly. "This play is about being transported, both literally and figuratively. It's about... about not only being enchanted, but letting yourself be enchanted. It's about finding love, art, about finding yourself in the most unlikely of places." He laid the book flat and looked around the table. "Which is something that I think, being here, we can all understand and empathize with."
"So, with all that in mind, I thought maybe we'd start off slow and just do a line reading for today. Just... straight through, one end of the play to the other. Tomorrow, we can start on the real work."
"Although," he added with narrowed eyes and a note of menace in his voice, "some of you may have notes from me tonight, if you are either very lucky or very, very unlucky." His grin took on a hint of a threat, just enough to make the point.
But that moment didn't last long. He had a play to do, for God's sake! "Now, then, shall we? Act I, scene I -- Theseus!" He gestured grandly to Richard. "Take us away, please!"
The reading had... its ups and downs, of course. Geoffrey picked out a few people he thought he might want to speak with. Some at length. A lot of length. But some were better than he'd expected, which was a nice surprise. He tried (and failed) to restrain himself from fawning over Hamlet and he tried (and failed) not to be incredibly irritated when Ellen obviously and showily phoned in her reading. Overall, nothing exploded, so he decided to consider it a success.
Francis and Camilla sat in the back and watched. And smoked. Francis considered it rather less of a success than Geoffrey had; but the director, at least, seemed to know what he was talking about. Hopefully he would pull out some kind of artistic genius miracle. One could only hope.
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Date: 2007-08-07 03:57 pm (UTC)But good fortune (well, that depends on who you talk to) was with her, and as she stuck her head out from behind a random tapestry found herself peering into the classroom while the cast was reading. Oh, yeah. Well, might as well sit in and watch. In a rare moment of quiet, she grabbed one of the play books and plopped down on an empty chair, totally unnoticed by the others.
Of course, three seconds in her attention was already wandering; Killjoy had only started Egeus' first tirade when Tomo started staring at the ceiling, slouching rather dramatically in her chair to the point that she seemed to dangle half off it. It was almost as if she was inviting someone to just nudge the chair sideways, jiggle it a bit...
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