I Got Chills, They're Multiplyin'
Aug 18, 2019 17:18:18 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Aug 18, 2019 17:18:18 GMT -6
Rebecca sat at a desk, fingers poised over a typewriter, preparing to rehearse the first scene. The paper in the muggle device was actually a copy of the script with her lines magically highlighted. Before coming to rehearsals, she had made a pit stop in her room to get a sweater and a jacket - she was freezing. How was she going to read her lines with her teeth chattering? Rubbing her arms through all the layers, she looked toward where Esther was waiting in the wings.
Suddenly, she looked up at one of the stage lights and chanted, "Banana banana banana banan-ah-aah-ACHOO!"
Well, so much for stopping the sneeze. And it kind of felt like her nose was filled with tiny shards of glass - no. Ice. Rebecca hoped she wasn't coming down with something. She had a date tomorrow!
Esther heard the sneeze and ducked behind the curtain to avoid the sneeze. She stepped out and looked at her. She was pale, and ever so slightly blueish. "Becca? Are you getting sick? Maybe you should go see Patience. You look awfully cold."
Makepeace chose that moment to stroll in, fashionably early and fashionably fashionable as always. "Ladies." He said with a nod towards Rebecca and Esther as he moved through the room to the wardrobe closet, pulling out a poorboy hat and sanitizing it thoroughly with his wand before donning it. Part of his very minimal research for the role of Mr. Kolenkhov was into men's fashions of that era. A very firm believer in the saying that clothing made the man, he was already working on the sort of outfit he pictured Boris Kolenkhov wearing.
He just really didn't want to wear plus-fours. Damn, those things were ugly.
As an afterthought, he chose a vintage-looking walking stick, twirling it baton-like between his fingers as he made his way out of the closet. Boris struck him as being the sort who maybe injured himself while wrestling in his youth, and thus was probably nowhere near athletic enough to be doing a whole lot of acrobatic dance any more.
As he strolled out, he spared a look at the two girls. "Anything interesting going on?"
Jonathan strides onto the stage carrying a xylophone which he places on a folding table conveniently already set up. Having seen he won the audition for the part of Ed Carmichael, he took a few minutes to dress the part. Wearing a white pin stripped in red shirt and a grey tweed vest and bow tie, much in line with the character from his own research, Jonathan stood behind his xylophone and gave a quirky smile.
"Essie, heh, listen to this one." With that announcement Jonathan quickly tapped out a tune on the xylophone. He knew it lacked the apparent expertise of his character but he hoped it was a passable tune. "What do you think?"
Rebecca opened her mouth to say she was fine, that the show must go on, but quickly slapped her hands over her trembling jaw. Her teeth were chattering. With a deep frown marring her usually cute face, she nodded in agreement - she should see Patience at once. With Makepeace's arrival, she looked to him regretfully.
"I'm s-s-s-ick-ck-ck," she shivered, a trickle coming out of her nose and immediately freezing. Mortified, she covered her nose, the heat rising in her cheeks not even registering beneath her chilled skin. "G-g-g-going t-t-t-o th-th-the n-nurs-se."
Moving much like a robot, her joints stiff as if they were also slowly freezing in place, Rebecca made her way off the stage and out of the theater. They would just have to deal with her understudy for however long she was under the weather. What was she going to tell Levi? Would she be able to tell him anything? Would she be allowed out of the nurse's office?
Esther looked at all of them in dismay. "She just sneezed all over the place. She's freezing . . . if she's got the uncommon cold . . . we're all exposed. Do we have any Lysol? Germicide? We should all wash our hands and scrub everything." She was turning into a germ freak. But she didn't want to spend the next five days with icicles forming in her nose.
Siobhan was back stage with Pratt when the sneeze of doom came center stage. "Gilligan, if we want to make a big joke of this, and not get sick, how is your bubble head charm?" she laughed, but she wasn't really joking. And as a freshman, she hadn't learned her bubblehead charm yet, but Pratt would have learned it last year.
Arwen walked into the theater and moved towards the stage. On the way in she had seen Rebecca heading out of the room not sure what happened to cause the early departure. Once close enough to the stage, Esther talking about how Rebecca was sick and they all had been exposed. This really worried her because of the fact that if they had most likely she would have been also which would mess up her plans for the night. If they were to all become sick there was no way the professors would allow them to go out and swim in the water that was starting to get colder back the day. “Is Rebecca going to be okay.”
"Fair," he made a see-saw motion with his hand. "If you're not averse to me putting the charm on you..."
Pratt wielded his wand and wiggled his eyebrows. Truthfully, he was good at charms. It might have been his top subject in junior high. He'd gotten all A's back then, of course, so it was difficult to tell just by looking at his scores. Charms simply came naturally to Phrixos, he hardly had to work at them.
The charm was cast on his own head first. He modeled it for Siobhan, letting her decide if it was satisfactory before casting it on her.
Siobhan looked at his bubble head charm. She nodded her approval. "Perfect. Go for it!" They would be germ proof, and funny. No one would care and they wouldn't get sick. The perfect way for a stooge and his girlfriend to keep from getting the uncommon cold.
Pratt waved his wand and soon they had a matched set of bubble heads. They walked out onto the stage together to do their lines. She hoped the others got their laughs. She was glad the charms were such that voices still carried through them.
Suddenly, she looked up at one of the stage lights and chanted, "Banana banana banana banan-ah-aah-ACHOO!"
Well, so much for stopping the sneeze. And it kind of felt like her nose was filled with tiny shards of glass - no. Ice. Rebecca hoped she wasn't coming down with something. She had a date tomorrow!
Esther heard the sneeze and ducked behind the curtain to avoid the sneeze. She stepped out and looked at her. She was pale, and ever so slightly blueish. "Becca? Are you getting sick? Maybe you should go see Patience. You look awfully cold."
Makepeace chose that moment to stroll in, fashionably early and fashionably fashionable as always. "Ladies." He said with a nod towards Rebecca and Esther as he moved through the room to the wardrobe closet, pulling out a poorboy hat and sanitizing it thoroughly with his wand before donning it. Part of his very minimal research for the role of Mr. Kolenkhov was into men's fashions of that era. A very firm believer in the saying that clothing made the man, he was already working on the sort of outfit he pictured Boris Kolenkhov wearing.
He just really didn't want to wear plus-fours. Damn, those things were ugly.
As an afterthought, he chose a vintage-looking walking stick, twirling it baton-like between his fingers as he made his way out of the closet. Boris struck him as being the sort who maybe injured himself while wrestling in his youth, and thus was probably nowhere near athletic enough to be doing a whole lot of acrobatic dance any more.
As he strolled out, he spared a look at the two girls. "Anything interesting going on?"
Jonathan strides onto the stage carrying a xylophone which he places on a folding table conveniently already set up. Having seen he won the audition for the part of Ed Carmichael, he took a few minutes to dress the part. Wearing a white pin stripped in red shirt and a grey tweed vest and bow tie, much in line with the character from his own research, Jonathan stood behind his xylophone and gave a quirky smile.
"Essie, heh, listen to this one." With that announcement Jonathan quickly tapped out a tune on the xylophone. He knew it lacked the apparent expertise of his character but he hoped it was a passable tune. "What do you think?"
Rebecca opened her mouth to say she was fine, that the show must go on, but quickly slapped her hands over her trembling jaw. Her teeth were chattering. With a deep frown marring her usually cute face, she nodded in agreement - she should see Patience at once. With Makepeace's arrival, she looked to him regretfully.
"I'm s-s-s-ick-ck-ck," she shivered, a trickle coming out of her nose and immediately freezing. Mortified, she covered her nose, the heat rising in her cheeks not even registering beneath her chilled skin. "G-g-g-going t-t-t-o th-th-the n-nurs-se."
Moving much like a robot, her joints stiff as if they were also slowly freezing in place, Rebecca made her way off the stage and out of the theater. They would just have to deal with her understudy for however long she was under the weather. What was she going to tell Levi? Would she be able to tell him anything? Would she be allowed out of the nurse's office?
Esther looked at all of them in dismay. "She just sneezed all over the place. She's freezing . . . if she's got the uncommon cold . . . we're all exposed. Do we have any Lysol? Germicide? We should all wash our hands and scrub everything." She was turning into a germ freak. But she didn't want to spend the next five days with icicles forming in her nose.
Siobhan was back stage with Pratt when the sneeze of doom came center stage. "Gilligan, if we want to make a big joke of this, and not get sick, how is your bubble head charm?" she laughed, but she wasn't really joking. And as a freshman, she hadn't learned her bubblehead charm yet, but Pratt would have learned it last year.
Arwen walked into the theater and moved towards the stage. On the way in she had seen Rebecca heading out of the room not sure what happened to cause the early departure. Once close enough to the stage, Esther talking about how Rebecca was sick and they all had been exposed. This really worried her because of the fact that if they had most likely she would have been also which would mess up her plans for the night. If they were to all become sick there was no way the professors would allow them to go out and swim in the water that was starting to get colder back the day. “Is Rebecca going to be okay.”
"Fair," he made a see-saw motion with his hand. "If you're not averse to me putting the charm on you..."
Pratt wielded his wand and wiggled his eyebrows. Truthfully, he was good at charms. It might have been his top subject in junior high. He'd gotten all A's back then, of course, so it was difficult to tell just by looking at his scores. Charms simply came naturally to Phrixos, he hardly had to work at them.
The charm was cast on his own head first. He modeled it for Siobhan, letting her decide if it was satisfactory before casting it on her.
Siobhan looked at his bubble head charm. She nodded her approval. "Perfect. Go for it!" They would be germ proof, and funny. No one would care and they wouldn't get sick. The perfect way for a stooge and his girlfriend to keep from getting the uncommon cold.
Pratt waved his wand and soon they had a matched set of bubble heads. They walked out onto the stage together to do their lines. She hoped the others got their laughs. She was glad the charms were such that voices still carried through them.
