[Meanwhile, in the theater, Purplecoat and Anime Abby have managed to surprise and impress Method Man so far. But he's not quite beaten yet...] [He begins to sing again, reality blurring around him. o/~ And I dig deep down to the bottom of my soul / to capture that rock star glam! / Yes I dig deep down to the bottom of my soul / and I start to jam! o/~] [When reality resolves, he's shirtless, wearing leather pants, holding an ornate electric guitar, and has long, flowing locks. He begins to rock out and headbang, and his locks grow longer... and longer... and longer... until they're reaching out and whipping at Abby and Redcoat!] * TheRedcoat gets knocked down, rolls to her feet, and finds her primary color palette reversed, as she is now sporting a flaming shock of electric red hair, and her trenchcoat is now black and almost scandalously form-fitting. She swings the microphone she now finds in her hand at Method Man, handling it by its cord end. * TheRedcoat then reaches into her trench and somehow pulls out a cymbal, which she then flings at Method Man. * Abby gets gets battered by the hair, and when the flurry of hair subsides, she's visible again, dressed in a leather bustier with the zip in front, her hair hanging down slightly moplike, with a guitar of her own in hand, held by the neck. Her lack of right arm is painfully obvious without clothes covering it: the jaggedness of the scar only helps the slightly dark aesthetic. [The cymbal crashes into Method Man, sending him reeling. The mike then strikes him in the forehead, knocking him flat on his ass."I almost cannot believe it. To find such talent in such a place..."] It's a fuckin' theater, ya jerkoff. * Abby twists her grip on the guitar neck and says, with a smirk, "Well, if you can't play it, smash it." She swings around in a circle twice with her arm outsretched, arm held high so Josie doesn't catch it in the face, and then lets go of it to try and smack Method Man. "Good night, rathole!" [Abby *believes* that she's gonna hit him right in the mush, and darnit, she does so, catching him as he tries to stand up from Redcoat's attack and sending him crashing into a row of seats.] * Abby tosses her hair and smirks, saying with an obvious British accent, "Feel 10 years younger, and it's fuckin' wicked." [Method Man struggles to his feet, and starts singing again, his voice now shaky. o/~ And I dig deep down to the bottom of my soul / to be method MVP! / Yes I dig deep down to the bottom of my soul / to find victory! o/~] [He falls back to one knee. o/~ But I felt... nothing... o/~] [He looks back up at all of you, and reality shifts back to normal. "I have been decieved. I was told great crimes against the dark lords of the theater were being committed in this hallowed ground, but all I find is beautiful, pure belief. I am shamed."] * Abby 's grip retightens around her staff as she replies, "Just because somethin's bad doesn't mean people aren't pourin' their hearts into it, man. You should know that." * TheRedcoat strides up towards Method Man, a thunderous look on her face. She holds her Glock in one hand and her grappler gun in the other. ["I must atone for my crimes. First is guaranteeing the safety of the cast and crew of this show. No harm shall come to them."] [His expression darkens. "Second, your friends outside are in a desperate battle against my treacherous former compatriots. I believe... that you wish to help them?"] [And suddenly, Abby and redcoat are teleported outside! After Jacky's turn, that is.] * Abby glances to Josie as she pulls out her comm card, to check up on her. As Method starts his second verse, she asks, "Seems likely--"