[Thursday, October 30th. 8 PM] [Redcoat's plan has worked! More or less.] [Impersonating the director didn't go so well once she ran into the assistant director, since he was the only one who knew that the director had fled to his vacation home in the Bahamas. Once Redcoat made clear that she was a friendly, though, he agreed that moving up the intermission would be a wise idea.] [And not just for safety reasons - the AD had long pressed the director to make a similar change, as it would shave fifteen minutes off of a borderline interminable first act.] [The change was met with enthusiasm by most of the cast, who on the whole seem to be relieved that the AD is now in charge.] [In the meantime, Sister Admin has more info for you. Specifically, the (probable) identity of another of the members of Closing Night.] [Earlier in the day, you all saw a picture of black man in his late 20s. Once, he'd been a major hip-hop star, but his dream was to star on stage. To achieve this goal, his sold his soul to the Dark Lord Stanislavsky, gaining fantastic method acting abilities far beyond those of any normal man.] [After one hit show and rave reviews, the Dark Lord called in the debt, and since then the man has been the avatar of Stanislavsky on earth, hunting down actors who are bad or insufficiently method. Where once he was a hip-hop artist, he is now... Method Man.] [His powers, warns SA, are vast; a "reality-shaper", she calls him. He can become anything he can convince himself of being, and change those around him as well. And he can only be hurt by those who sufficiently get into the minds of the characters they are changed into.] [But you can't worry about that now, because the show's about to start. The lights go dim, the spotlight shines onto the closed curtains, people are warned to turn off their fucking cellphones.] [Solaris has advised at least some of you to wait outside, so as to engage them before they can get into the lobby where much of the crowd will gather during the intermission, but the choice is ultimately yours. Either way, SA has set it up so that you can watch (and hear) what's going on in the theater proper through your comm cards.] [Break a leg!] [Session Start] * TheRedcoat is in her stagehand costume and up in the lights, doing stagehand things involving lights and being in a position with fantastic visibility. * Horus seated in the crowd, in the same disguise she was in last time - but nicer clothes, of course. * Horus intends on moving with the crowd; she is one of them, after all! She's also thinking she didn't get enough booze in the lobby beforehand, but eh. * Christian 's waiting outside, muscle bound bruiser disguise as all. He's on the look out for suspicious characters that aren't Jackie. * Abby , or rather, some pale guy with an unzipped leather jacket and a half-buttoned shirt on, and black hair slicked up and back to all hell, waits in the wings, because Edward isn't on first scene! He's just looking on, not talking to himself or anything. * Jacqueline , or rather, 'some guy who is basically disguised!Christian's chocolate twin' is standing beside him with arms crossed and eyes peeled. [8 PM hits, the curtain rises, and the show begins!] [The early scenes are kind of awkward, as the crowd seems unsure quite how to react to something that's quite different from canon Twilight. If there is such a thing.] [Around the time Bella starts blithely injuring enamoured male students trying to woo her in the lunchroom as she dances around while singing "Nobody Notices Me", a fair number of chuckles are coming from the crowd.] [As Edward sneaks through Bella's window to watch her sleep, reassuring himself that this is no way creepy by singing "The Nice Kind of Stalking", the chuckles are spreading.] [And by the time Bella's Saucy Gay Friend(TM) Pete finishes serenading her with "Not Quite Dead", the crowd actually seems pretty into it.] [And then the scene shifts, to Bella's living room, late evening. Her father is still at work. Having come to terms with Edward's vampireness, thanks to the musical pep talk Pete just gave her, Bella is ready to make her move. She's invited Edward over for A Very Serious Talk.] [Bella is lounging on the couch, dressed in one of her dad's oversized flannel shirts. And not a whole heckuva lot else.] * Abby , one would assume, knocks on the door and... then pushes it open and enters anyway. He's wearing a button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone, and no coat. He has dark hair, slicked back and up to all hell, and pale skin. * Abby walks in and asks, "Bella? Bella... are you alright? Where are you?" He pauses a moment, as he closes the door, then adds, "I can... can smell you." He licks his lips before making a very obvious sniff and starting to move towards the couch with slow steps. * Abby then stops dead as he gets close enough to see her half-dressed and licks his lips again, staring at her with a slightly opened mouth. "Uhm..." [Bella stretches languidly across the couch, trying to look slinky, but it comes off as a bit awkward and forces, kind of like a teenage girl trying to stretch languidly and look slinky. "Hello, Edward..."] ( EDIT forced ) * Abby takes another step nearer, still looking at her as he asks slowly, in confusion, "What... is this, Bella?" [She smirks. "What does it look like?"] * Abby sucks in his upper lip a moment, then offers, with a weak smile, "It looks like you're not wearing any pants." [The crowd laughs lightly. Bella feigns surprise. Badly. "I'm not? Oh my, you've caught me in a... compromising position."] * Abby pauses a moment, the smile fading as he adds, "And that shirt is... way too big for you." [The smirk widens. "It is."] * Abby 's eyes shift and he adds, the puzzled sound in his voice growing, "And... the top few buttons are undone..." * Christian has quit IRC (Ping timeout) [She traces a finger over the exposed skin on her upper chest. "They are."] * RowynAway has joined #tlb * Horus rolls her eyes. It'd be funny for her if it were a little more terrible. * RowynAway is now known as Christian * Abby 's puzzlement fades, mostly, replaced with concern. "... aren't you cold?" [Bella's smirk abruptly fades, replaced with a look of confusion as her hand drops to her side. "... what?"] * Abby starts speaking more quickly. "You're... not wearing any pants, your shirt's half open, we're in the Pacific Northwest... you must be freezing!" He takes a step forward towards her, adding, "And too weak to move... no wonder you didn't open the door, you were too weak to leave the couch!" He suddenly turns and walks offstage, adding as he holds up a hand towards her in a 'stop' motion, "Don't move, save your strength..." [More titters from the audience. Bella is even more confused now. "Edward, where are you going?" He doesn't answer, and a note of desperation creeps into her voice as she leans forward. "Come back and keep me warm!"] * Horus idly wonders how he can keep her warm since he's a fucking vampir- oh well. * Abby comes back onstage a few long seconds after her plea with a big slightly goofy grin, and carrying... a comedic level of blankets, bathrobes, and a pair of fuzzy slippers on top. He drops one of them on the way over, stepping past it as he says, "Here I am!" When he gets to the couchside he drops them and quickly starts arranging them around Bella. [Bella is quickly smothered under layers of down and cotton, to where only her face is visible. She looks... nonplussed, but soldiers on. "Oh Edward, you're so..." *strugges to find the word* "... protective..."] * Abby finishes his work, looking pleased with himself as he stands there, arms crossed across his chest. "Is that enough? Are you still cold?" [Bella digs herself out a bit more, so that one of her arms are free. "I'm fine." Her voice takes on a teasing tone. "In fact, I feel warm all over..." ( EDIT +] ) * Abby looks down at her, the innocent confusion coming back. "How?" A pause as he glances down at himself, then a slower, "I was just outside... it was so cold that my nipples are hard..." [Her eyes light up, and she leans forward, a predatory look on her face, her voice becomes more breathy. "Oh? Tell me more..."] * Abby starts, looking towards her another long moment before he sniffs at her and his eyes widen. "Aah--you mean THAT kind of warm? Oh... well..." he licks his lips again. ["Yes. *That* kinds of warm." She begins to slowly peel away the blankets. "You can smell it, hmm?"] ( EDIT kind ) * Abby nods slowly, turning his head away a moment... but then looking back towards her and taking another deeper, audible breath. "Yess, I..." and then he trails off, shaking his head as he takes a half-step back. [Bella *throws* off the remaining blankets, reaches out, grabs Edward by the arm, and drags him bodily onto the couch next to her, resting her cheek against his chest. "Hold me!"] * Abby flails as he's dragged onto her, and oofs slightly. He doesn't manage to back off, instead going into stammer mode. "Bella, I--uh--I can't..." [Bella nuzzles his chest, pulling herself closer. "Your skin is so cold..."] * Abby makes an 'nnh' noise, before murmuring, "... because I forgot my jacket..." [If Bella hears that, it doesn't phase her, as she growls from deep in her throat. "... and it makes me so HOT!" She then leaps on top of Edward!] * Abby urks as he gets flipped so his back's against the couch/blankets, and stares up at her with his best 'deer in headlights' look, then he shakes his head and starts, "Bella, no, it's... dangerous..." [Bella sits up, straddling Edward. She reaches down, grabs his hands, and places them against her rear end with a loud SMACK. She jumps a bit, then smirks down at him. "Baby, you have no idea..."] * Abby bites his lip again, harder, as she does that, taking another loud breath. There's a too-long pause, then his mouth parts wider a moment before he lets out a growl and twists sideways, flipping them both on the couch to land her on the blankets she threw onto the ground, his hands actually moving up to her head to shield it from hitting the ground. [Bella gasps in surprise, then gasps again in... well, something else as Edward ends up on top of her. "Ooh, now this is what I'm talking about."] * Horus looks at that blankly, then looks around to get the audience's reaction. She hasn't seen much theater, but this is... not it. * Abby bares her teeth at her a moment, taking another breath, before growling out, "Bella, you don't... understand. I can't... can't do this... can't be with you like this." A small pause, then, "I won't... be able to control myself." [A beat. "Go on..." she says, digging her teeth deep into the scenery. There's laughter from the audience, who seem relatively into it.] * Abby 's growl fades as he looks up slightly, taking a breath before he starts to explain to, uh, the air, "Bella, I have these... urges. I--I struggle... struggle with them so hard..." [A hiss. "*So* hard..."] [The audience laughs loudly at that.] * Horus sighs. Stupid audience, making her look weird. * Abby continues, as if she hadn't said anything, "... to control them." He looks back down at her, an odd mix of passion and... pleading. "Powerful urges! Animal urges." ["Yesssssss..."] * Abby shakes his head and says, still explaining, "They want me to... take you!" He pauses a small moment, then an added, slightly weaker, "Use you..." and then, suddenly, a more forcefully said, "R-Ravish you!" [She closes her eyes and leans her head back. "Yes!"] * Abby doesn't really stop for that statement as he continues, "Smell... taste..." he licks his lips, "... drink you..." [Bella clutches at the blankets beneath her. "YES!!!"] * Abby pulls his head back up, back into monlogue, as he continues, "For hours on end... days! Draining you until--until you can't stand it anymore, on t-the brink..." and then looks down at her again, still that odd mix of passion and pleading, "...driving you mad...!" [With that, Bella rips away her shirt and thrusts her bra-clad chest up towards Edward. "TAKE ME, YOU MAGNIFICENT SPARKLY BASTARD!"] * Abby starts a long moment, looking at her... and then slams his hands down to either side of her head. It takes him a moment, then he says lowly, "I..." * Abby then stands up quickly, spinning slightly away as he finishes, letting out a breath, "But I can't." [A beat. Bella stays frozen in place."] ["GODDAMMIT!"] * Horus 's head is in her hands, because this is so very, very terrible. Poor Cheryl. [The audience (or at least large sections of it) is pretty well rolling now. Bella proceeds to stand up, stomp over to Edward, and berate him, telling him she's a big girl and that if she wants him to ravish her, he damn well better ravish her.] [The orchestra starts up a burlesquey turn as Bella begins to saunter and writhe around a clearly confliced Edward, singing "Stick 'Em In My Throat", a song consisting of some double entendres and a fair number of single entendres.] [As the orchestra reaches a crescendo, Bella sings: So bare your fangs, dear Edward / And do just what you please / Be my sexy dentist / and fiiiiiill my ca-va-tiiiiiiiiies! o/~] [She then rips off Edward's shirt, at which point the stage explodes in blinding sparlies. When they fade, the curtain is down, and the lights come up for intermission shortly afterwards.] [The crowd claps, some more enthusiastically than others, but the general sentiment seems to be fairly positive as most of the crowd heads for the lobby and the bathrooms.] * Horus shakes her head and heads out with the rest of them, because maybe she needs to check her make up or something... she doesn't know, but she's suddenly lost faith in all of humanity. [The crowd does what crowds do. They mill about, buy memorabillia and snacks, stand on ridiculously long lines for the bathroom, check their Blackberries. Maybe a quarter of the audience is still hanging around inside the theater.] * Horus idly chats with some random people in the women's bathroom line about the first act. [The general consensus seems to be that it's entertaining ham, though a couple of people think it's crap and a couple of Twilight purists mutter that they've ruined Stephanie Meyer's vision.] * Horus agrees with the people who think it's crap! Hooray, just lost faith in MOST of humanity. * TheRedcoat moves around where the lights are, setting up for the next scene after the intermission. Just, y'know, in case. [A few uneventful minutes pass.] * TheRedcoat also checks her gear and makes sure it's all accessible. [It is.] * Christian speaks up through the comm card. "Right on cue." * TheRedcoat jerks up with a "oh god finally" expression on her face. It's dark so it's okay that her/his disguised expression is a little less dull. "Oh?" * Horus is still in the lobby, and she steps out of the line as she flips up her card in one hand like a small cell phone. "What's up?" * Christian doesn't respond. But there is a barely audible but gradually growing mezzo-soprano singing voice through the comms. * TheRedcoat sighs. "Eh bien, parfait. From outside, then?" * Horus frowns and starts weaving her way through the crowd to the doors outside. She looks through a window once there. [Suddenly, inside the theater, the doors slam shut, and the lights go dark. The crowd still inside the theater murmurs in confusion, then goes silent after a moment.] [Horus tries to push her way to the doors, which is made more difficult as suddenly there are a lot more people in the lobby than there were a moment ago. The new arrivals look rather confused.] * Horus looks around and stops pushing. "Shit," she says, loudly. * TheRedcoat comms. "What's happening, Horus?" [Through the darkness, three spotlights shine. Two onto the stage, where the curtain is up, illuminating a confused looking Josie and a blonde holding a staff, facing away from the audience.] [The other shines up into the lights, illuminating a now-disguiseless Redcoat.] * Abby is standing there a very short moment, but not as herself, and then it doesn't take her but a split second to start to glow, staff rising above her head as her robes come into place. "So now it comes to the real climax, mmm?." * Horus comms, "Got like the whole fuckin' audience in the lobby. Think we might be locked in... doors to the theater are shut." * Horus goes back trying to make her way to a set of doors. Once there, if there, she tries pushing it open to see if it works! [Finally, a fourth spotlight shines, halfway up the orchestra seats. Method Man stands there, arms folded over his chest, grinning. "Ladies." *glances at Abby* "And ladies."] * TheRedcoat zips her way out of the light and towards somewhere else in the rafter areas. * Abby turns and looks at him. "So polite. Except for the forced invitation." [The spotlight trails just behind Redcoat, chasing her. Meanwhile, Josie is freaking out a bit, and has decided on hiding behind Abby.] * TheRedcoat does her best to swing behind any barrier still on the level she is in. * Abby looks back at Josie slightly and says softly, "Sorry this... wrecked your debut. Don't worry. We'll keep you safe." [He glances up. "Hide all you want, red woman. I believe I can see you, and therefore I can." He looks back to the stage. "This crime against theater shall not stand. You shall perish... unless you find the method to survive."] * TheRedcoat believes she's invisible! She believes she's invisible so much, in fact, that the second she gets behind some kind of barrier, etc etc, she flips her coat to BECOME INVISIBLE. 'Cause she believes!! She BELIEVES! [The spotlight following Redcoat traces slow, lazy circles around her general viscinity. "Peek-a-boo..."] [Session End]