Romantic Musical Comedy, Part 3
An RPG, continued from Part 2. If you haven’t been following it, however, you’ll never catch up now.
Date: November 26, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Saturday, 27 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
An RPG, continued from Part 2. If you haven’t been following it, however, you’ll never catch up now.
Date: November 26, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
((Thank you!!!
So, who’s in the theater? Should we keep rehearsing? After all, the show is *supposedly* in a week, but I’m not following very much. ))
((I honestly have no idea where I am…but I should probably apologize in advance because I really can only focus on one RPG at a time and right now I’m more committed to the Demigod RPG so I’ll probably be fairly slow on here. Feel free to ignore my character or PP it as seen fit. I’ll try to stay on here as best as possible, but I might be a bit slow.))
((OH MY GOD THANK YOU GAPAs!!! If somebody has been devoted enough to this thread to tell where everyone is, that would be a great help. ))
(( YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!
Right now, James and Leah are flirting, about to get a bite to eat. Angie is now soaking wet in a white t-shirt, Minka and Shaie (sorry about any misspellings) have lost the “engagement” ring’s receipt, but Arizoica (again, sorry) has found it. They’re all in the theater.
I know I missed a bunch of people, but this was off the top of my head.
Anyone want to add on?))
((I would really like to join, but these RPG’s confuse me…))
((This RPG isn’t actually too bad…but yeah, I see what you mean. RPG’s can be extremely confusing sometimes.))
((Hi Beedle the Bard! The title pretty much explains it all, but this thread is about a group of people putting on West Side Story. You can play Tony, the lead man, I think, or you could be a Shark/Jet or on something ambiguous like stage crew, working in props, etc. This RPG also involves a lot of soap-opera-like drama, so be prepared. We would love to have you!
((Hey Fishy, is Edward in the theater or is he at his home?))
((THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GAPAS!!!!!!!))
((I’d love to have a lead role, but not a guy… I suppose they’re all taken. Stage crew is just as fine!))
((No actually last time I checked most of the lead roles were open…but I’m not exactly sure, I don’t know all of the West Side Story parts anyway…help anyone?))
((Oh. Everyone has stage fright, do they? I think I’ll pass, thank you though! I don’t know the play anyway, so it might get a bit confusing for me.))
((Oh, we have a new thread! Maybe now I’ll get around to writing an actual post for my character!))
((He is not at home, but he may have stormed out after the sprinklers came on… Oh wait, he’s afraid of sprinklers! I’ll write a scene later involving him screaming like a girl… Can’t now. This keyboard is awkward.))
((I’ve been intending to join this for a while… I’ll probably join Tuesday.))
((Fishy–Is Azzy going to go on a date with Edward? Claire has been living in this delusion for a while, and she’s going to need to come out of it soon.))
((Oh, and henceforth Claire will determinedly mispronounce Azorica’s name as Arizoinka. Thank you for the idea, JJjetplane-girlw/catsâ„¢!! ))
((Gaaahhh that will drive Azorica insane! Yay! :twisted:))
((I’ll just try to keep going. I don’t know why, but I’m feeling like writing something cheesy/romantic. ))
Rosa and Thomas walked together into the theater, hand in hand. It seemed pretty quiet at the moment, so they strolled over to the stage.
“It feels like forever since I’ve played the piano,” said Thomas, referring to the large black Steinway sitting at stage left.
“You should give it a try,” Rosa encouraged brightly.
“I’m not sure, I’m not very good…” he said, looking shy, but Rosa pulled the piano bench out so that he could sit. His long fingers embraced the ivory keys, and slowly, they began to play. The beginning notes of the song were soft and slow, a beautiful pace. Thomas opened his mouth and gently began to sing, looking at Rosa smilingly.
“I won’t back down, no I won’t back down, you could stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down…”
She grinned, picking up the second verse as he continued to play.
“Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around,
And I’ll keep this world from dragging me down,
Gonna stand my ground, and I won’t back down…”
They began a harmony at the chorus. Rosa stared out into the theater and raised her arms as if she were waving them. Thomas looked up at her and smiled. It was as though the world were empty except for them, the stage, and the music.
“Hey, baby, there’s no easy way out, I will stand my ground! And I won’t back down. No, I won’t back down…”
The song ended softly. Thomas’ fingers slowed to a stop, resting on the keys and then falling to his side. Rosa clapped gently, and laughed. “That was great. You’re very talented. Why didn’t you try out?”
“I didn’t think there was any reason to,” he replied. “Now, I see I was wrong.”
“You should join in, i know you could pick up the music fast!” Rosa clapped her hands together. “We should ask Edward if you can join!”
“I’m…not so sure.” Thomas turned away. “I don’t like singing for other people.”
“You sang with me!” said Rosa.
“Yeah, but you’re different, obviously,” he said, frustration growing in his voice. “I dunno, Rosa. You’re good at singing for others, I don’t like it, okay?”
“Well, all right,” she said, slightly hurt but trying not to show it. “I just thought it would be a good idea.”
((I should start writing soon, but I have to ask – should my character be:
a) an evil person who knows about Nathalie and Jeremy’s relationship, yet deliberately wants to cause harm, or
b) a totally innocent, new person who doesn’t realize anything about Nathalie and Jeremy and just thinks Jeremy is cute
It would definitely change how I would write my post.
Also, should I be in any way related to one of the existing characters, or does it not matter too much that a new character has suddenly appeared with seemingly no previous connections with the show? I’m not saying there has to be one, but is there going to be one, or does it just not matter?))
((OK, I’m not an expert at this but I would probably go with a. I dunno, I guess it would just cause more drama and action which we could use on here…as for having previous connections, my character (Leah) just kind of showed up right in the middle but she’s the prop director so it wasn’t so bad. The truth is it’s up to you. Having a previous connection might be easier (If you want to have already known Leah, that’s fine by me! Maybe they could be friends!) but if you just want to show up, that’s fine also. People have been popping up all over the place on here anyway.))
Choice a would be fun. Maybe you could be someone who is evil only because they view Nathalie as a rival for Jeremy’s affections, and don’t just want to break up the relationship for the fun of it.
((Personally, I would go with option B, because we seem to have an already large selection of ‘evil’/spiteful characters…
…But of course, it’s your choice…*shrug* ))
((Good point. Most of the characters here are evil…*mwhaha*))
((I honestly don’t care… whatever you think would be more fun/easy/challenging to write [whatever your thing; I usually do the comedy, loud characters, as that is how I am in real life, so Nathalie is a bit of a challenge for me.], go with. Though Nathalie hasn’t had enough people shunning her because she’s postergirl for antisocial outcast angst character, as I spoke of in RMC2. Jermey doesn’t go to Nathalie’s school, so maybe Alyssa [sp?] could go to Nathalie’s school and was one of her old friends, but turned against her as she turned against The Guy Person Whose Name I’ve Forgotten. She could’ve led the revolt for shutting Nath out of the group, because she originally liked WHIF [that reminds me of TGYPWYA- I haven’t seen him in a while; I hope he’s still working on the BA game…] but Nath got to him before her…? I don’t know. Read the posts on Nath’s history for more info. If you want to go with that, of course, but most people seem to be nudging you towards A. Do what you like. Just keep Nath and Jeremy non-OOC, please.))
((RQ, you said you would write Leslie in? *scratches head* :D))
((Ugh. Didn’t get to write the scene involving Edward screaming… Tomorrow?))
((Well then…where did everyone go?))
((That’s what I was wondering…))
Nathalie sat in the back row, sketching quietly with charcoal, ignoring her surroundings, trapped in her mind.
The mantra of “I don’t understand, I don’t understand” pounded on and on, drowning out noises.
She straightened, blowing away eraser debris, when she heard something.
kchtchkchtchkch
The sprinklers!
Her eyes shot open in alarm as water started coming down. She leaned over her sketchbook protectively, not caring if she herself got wet. And she did.
Finally, she didn’t feel anything drip on her back (which was soaked), and sat up. She bit her lip as she checked the sketchbook for water damage. It contained nearly all of the pieces she was going to use for her portfolio, and that was when she would be able to be whisked off to an arts school, where people wouldn’t know of your past or care if you were a quiet outcast with glasses and turtlenecks. This was her chance-
Damn.
((I’m here! I’m just not sure what to do! But I’ll try …))
James:
James keeps poking around his salad with his fork. Leah looked a bit confused on why he was so mopey, but he didn’t want her to be disappointed. He’s thinking about Maxine. She hasn’t been around the theatre lately, and he doesn’t know why. It’s been about two weeks since their last “official” date — which was their first. He still felt guilty about hanging out with Leah, but …
Ugh. This is too much drama for James. After lunch, he decided, he’ll go call her up, and if she doesn’t answer, he’ll go over to her house to see what’s up with her. James perked up a bit and enjoyed the rest of a nice lunch with a nice girl. It’s not cheating if he’s just showing her around, right? James hopes so.
((Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I’m still here now! I’ll keep writing! Please forgi- Ok, I’m done now. But yeah, I really am sorry for not keeping up.))
((Pssst…come back!))
((ROMANTIC MUSICAL COMEDY PEOPLE COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
There. That should do it.))
((Did I scare them off?))
LEAH:
James seemed rather dejected as he ate their lunch together. All the happiness she had had, all the fun they had experienced…it was all draining away now. What was going on? Eventually he seemed to perk up a bit and enjoy himself more, but Leah still felt as if there was something more to it that she didn’t know. Something about James that made him not want to be himself now that they were eating together.
“So, um, how do you like being in the show?” Leah winced at the stupidity of it. What sort of question was that?
“I like it…” James said slowly, but his voice drifted off uneasily.
“What’s the matter?” Leah asked slowly. She knew something had changed in the atmosphere, something had been off now. “Please tell me,” She added softly. James looked up sadly.
“Um…” He began.
“Um …” James started.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” he blurted out. He could see the pain on her face like a thick mask. He thought a bit before he spoke again.
“I’m sort of already in a relationship with one of the show’s choreographer’s, Maxine.” He smiled while thinking about her. “We’ve only been on one official date, but I thought we really had something. Then, all of sudden, she kinda disappeared. I’ve haven’t seen her in a while. She’s never at rehersals, or anywhere else for that matter. She never answers her cell phone or home phone. I don’t know if she’s avoiding me, or if she … I just. don’t. know!” James confessed to Leah. He hung his head.
“I feel really bad about all of this. You’re a really great person, Leah, and I’d love to have a relationship with you. But Maxine is still in the back of my mind, and it’s that unfinished business that’s keeping this from happening. I’m so sorry.” James slowly lifted out of their vinyl booth and dragged out. He looked back at her one last time.
She nodded her head softly as she wore a grim expression. Under her breath, Leah muttered, “I see.”
“No you don’t,” James whispers, too softly for her to hear.
(JAMES walks out stage right) with a heavy heart, but is determined to find Maxine – or at least to find out what happened.
((I’m not sure what to do with Maxine here … the person RPing her hasn’t been around. Will someone take her?))
((Ack, sorry, I need help. Where are we? What do I need to do?))
((Hmm…Last time I checked I think that you just got soaked by the sprinklers. Leah and James are now on a “date” but James is uncomfortable because he’s already gone out with Maxine before. I don’t know about anybody else, though. This thread is getting slower…and slower….and s…..l…….o…….w……….e…………r))
RQ you said you’d RP Leslie in.
((FISHY!!! Come here!))
((Come back people!))
((19.1 – I could take Maxine, although it might be a bit confusing to be playing Jame’s two loves, I could probably still do it. I’ll just have to remember to check this thread more. What do you say?))
((Sounds good to me!))
Awesome! You’ll have to refresh me on Maxine’s character though… *scratches head* I’m not sure that I remember her too well…
((I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! *pants* What should we do now? THIS THREAD NEEDS REVIVAL!))
FISHY!!! Please, Daisy*chain and I are stuck without Edward, so please please come back.
Aggie-We might be getting ready for the performance, but with a lack of present characters that’s going to be hard.
What do people think about starting final rehearsals or whatever?
((I think that’s a good idea; at any rate it will give us all something to do. Should we just start this day again at the beginning of the final rehearsals?))
Minka walked into the theater the next day, feeling slightly nervous. Final rehearsals were about to start. Her dancers were prepared and everyone knew their steps, but it had been a bit difficult without Maxine around. Maybe she was sick or something.
“Are you getting bored?” She asked Shae.
“Nah,” her twin replied. “It’s fun to watch and listen, and I help people with their lines. Hey, what do you think happened to the receipt?”
“The maintenance people probably found it and threw it away,” Minka responded.
“What I don’t get is why she would buy a fake engagement ring,” Shae continued. “I mean–” She saw Azorica walk into the theater. “Oh…I think I see now.”
((Gah. At least it’s something.))
((Ok! Sorry for my absence… but if the Magic RPG can live, then so can we!))
((I don’t know exactly how far everyone is (I only skimmed), but I’m going to start with Edward running from the sprinklers))
And then the sprinklers went off. For a second, Edward was frozen. After that, he screamed in a voice that would later on believed to be made by one of the prissy women who didn’t want to get her hair wet. On the third second, he continued screaming, but he began running towards the door. His scream bobbed with his messy steps that were ridiculously inefficient. His hands couldn’t decide whether to cover his head or run like a normal person, so they compromised in between. If you didn’t know what was going on in his head, then you would think, “Well, this isn’t the manliest guy in the world.” You would probably think that even if you did know what was going on…
When he stepped outside, the Sun decided not to greet him with her warmth, and instead hide behind the clouds. The clouds were feeling particularly cruel that day, so they started to drop pelts of water on Edward’s head. He couldn’t go inside for cover, and his car’s top was up. In the panicked state of mind that Edward was in, he couldn’t separate the sprinkler water, and the rainwater. This caused the perpetual state of shear insanity that would cause Edward to run back inside, sit in a corner, laugh hysterically, and call for his Mommy.
Claire wasn’t impressed.
((*nearly dies of laughter*))
((27 – Nice to see you post again pal.
Alright, I don’t know what should happen now. Help!? I guess that Leah would be at the theater now, but still confused and in shock about Jame’s lying about Maxine.
And now that I’m also RPing Maxine,(or so it seems) I guess that James and I should talk. Jjetplane – do you want to have James find Maxine now?))
((Sure, why not? It’ll move this thread along.))
James is lying about me? What?
(I created Maxine.) What’s happening and what should I do?
((21.1- That made my day.
28- Sorry for the absence! About the questions… I have no idea. I only have the capacity to keep up with Edward. Sorry!
29- Someone sounds a bit panicked.))
((RQ COME HERE AND RP LES IN RIGHT NOW!))
((Come OooOOn back people!))
((29 – Errr, that would be me. I created Leah, and James and Leah went out to a dinner together. Leah thought that they might be something more, but it turns out that James ends up admitting that he and Maxine already had a relationship going. I was willing to take Maxine for you but since you’re back you can obviously RP her if you want…))
Staring in the bathroom mirror, Angie wailed as the full effects of what the sprinklers had done set in. How could she go out there now?
There was only one thing to do. She pressed speed dial 4 on her phone, and as soon as Leslie picked up, she screamed, “GIVE ME NEW CLOTHES RIGHT NOW!”
“What, mine? They’re soaked too,” her little sister replied. “And too small for you.”
“Well then, go home and get some of mine. Please, Les? I’m desperate here.”
“Go home how exactly, since I can’t drive?”
“You’ll figure it out. Just, please, get me a sweatshirt or something! It looks like I peed all over my jeans, plus I’m wearing a white shirt.”
“News flash: so am I.”
“Pleeeeease? Please? I’m always looking out for you!”
“And you started off this conversation yelling at me. You’re mean, Kara.” ((Kara’s her real name, Angie’s a nickname because her middle name is Angela.))
“Please, please, please?”
“I’ll think about it.” And with that, Leslie hung up.
Angie decided to concentrate on fixing her makeup for now… but just to be safe, she did it with a compact mirror in the handicapped stall. Just in case someone came in.
((Thanks!))
Azorica fell on the floor, laughing hysterically. If the sprinklers weren’t spraying water, Claire would have seen tears coming out of her eyes.
Les sighed. How am I going to get Kara clothes? I can’t drive… OH! She flipped her phone open again, calling Angie. “Hey, sis! Where are you? Can I borrow some money to get clothes for ya?” she chirped cheerfully as soon as the phone was answered. She could hear Angie/Kara sighing. “Les… really? Don’t you have your own money?”
“How do I know you’ll pay me back? C’mon!” After a few moments of arguing, Leslie gave up. “Fine. Promise you’ll pay me back?”
“I won’t promise, but I will pay you back.”
“Ugh. What kind of clothes do you want?”
“Um, cute ones would be preferable. NOTHING WHITE. In fact, I think black would be very, very good,” Angie said, shuddering slightly.
“What, are you going Goth on me?” Les teased.
“Oh, come on, Leslie.”
“Fine. I’ll get you a nice corset and–”
“Leslie. Get me black jeans and a black shirt–turtleneck shirt. Please?”
“Fine… you’re no fun, Kara.” And Leslie hung up. Again.
[Azorica]
I got up from where I had been laughing hysterically on the floor. I was soaked, but luckily I was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and dark jeans, so that was fine.
I glanced at Edward’s pathetic figure in the corner, and, still chuckling, brought him an umbrella. He didn’t take his eyes off of Claire as he took it; didn’t even say ‘thank you’. I turned away with disgust.
“Doesn’t anyone know how to shut off the sprinkler system?!” I called into the theater.
((Bella the Aviatrix, if you could please come to this thread to RP your character. To make life more fun, if you do not turn up, could someone else RP her character? And starr, I could RP Maxine?))
In shock, Nathalie just sat there. My sketchboook. My sketchbook. My sketchbook.
A voice rang out through the theatre: “Doesn’t anyone know how to shut off the sprinkler system?!”
Nathalie raised her hand robotically, and went to the girl who called out. “It’s in the basement,” she said thankfully, pointing towards the stairs down. Nathalie shuffled over to them, and descended. She groped around the wall by the door, and her hand finally hit the lightswitch. She flipped it on, and light flooded the room. It was musky, with old set pieces (of so-so quality, she noted) and boxes of props, some of them lined wtith cobwebs if they had been shoved towards the back. Scanning the wall, Nath located the fire alarm box. She was about to open it, when she heard something. Her ears automatically perked, and she hid behind a stack of boxes. Two sets of feet were pounding down the stairs, and she heard male and female giggling. Nathalie peered around the boxes, curious of who it was.
She swung back around the box. PDA. PDA. PDA.
((Nathalie’s… naive, so these people could be anyone and just kissing. Stake your claim, people who are bored!))
((Ah, ok…sorries! The last time I checked this thread there were very few posts..so, yeah..anyway, where should my character come in?))
((Wherever, I suppose. It’s not my decision, as James isn’t my RP character…))
James knocked on Maxine’s door for the fifth time. His knuckles were raw from scraping against the wood.
I thought knocking on wood was lucky.
That’s when he looked down and finally noticed a small, torn piece of paper sticking out from underneath the old welcome mat. It said: call MAXI-NE S. James eyebrows fused together in confusion. He’s been calling her cell phone and home phone 3 times a day now. And why was there a hyphen in the middle of her name? He sat on her front stoop, staring at the piece of paper. He tried different answers in his head over and over; then, one worked. MAXI-NES is 6294-637. He had to try. James painstakingly typed into his phone his one and only lead to find her.
((Sorry small but fierce about the confusion. You haven’t been RPing Maxine for awhile, so I thought you weren’t coming back. I don’t know if you still wanted to, but she’s now a major part of the story, so I need someone to RP her. If you won’t, here’s the description:
Character: Maxine Stevens
Age: 14
Looks: Long black hair, green eyes. Short. Wears mostly black or charcoal grey and structured clothing, but has a long black dress which she loves.
She is rather aloof and loves to sing. However, she has participated chiefly in Shakespeare plays (Tempest, Macbeth, etc.) Antisocial. Has a weakness for British comedy.
Again, sorry about all the confusion! Me not getting on too often hasn’t helped.))
(Thanks for RPing Maxine–if I don’t post too much, feel free to help out.)
Oh my Iowa, you’re alive! O.O
((Zinc – If sbf doesn’t want to RP Maxine, than you can. My apologies for not being on this thread lately! By the way, where am I? Back in the theater? I’m going to assume I am, and for the sake of drama…))
LEAH:
After James announced that yes, surprise surprise, he already had a girlfriend, I watched him rush out of the shop.
“James?” I called after him, but he was already gone. My feelings were so mixed up I couldn’t think straight. He had seemed like such a nice guy…I guess he only assumed we were getting together as friends, I thought to myself as I tried to reason out my mixed emotions. Even though I knew I shouldn’t have assumed that we were anything more than friends, my hormones had got the best of me. Light tears began to stream down my face. Before I got weird looks from other people, I rushed outside and went back to the theater – the first place I could think of. Inside, it looked like people were still recovering from the sprinkler shock. A couple of people turned and looked at me, but I rushed away into the theater’s bathroom in the back. Big mistake.
I sat down in one of the stalls and tried to clear my feelings. But in the stall over, I could hear another girl frantically talking on her cell phone – what was her name? Angel? No, Angie. Riiiight. The mean girl. I sucked in my breath, not daring to move as I stifled my tears. I waited. Finally I stood up and pushed past the stall, but Angie seemed to have the same idea – at the same time. As we bumped into each other, she looked over, gasped, and then glared at me.
“What do YOU want?” She said, pure hatred oozing out of her voice.
Les snickered as she got onto the city bus. Kara was soooo funny, she decided. I’ll get her something gothic. And maybe some new clothes for me, too. she thought, laughing. When the bus stopped at her favourite shopping center, she hopped off gleefully, skipping over to the clothing store. For Kara she got black jeans and a black turtleneck- and a few gothic accesories. For herself she got a tie-dye shirt and light blue yoga pants, then caught the bus going back, snickering as she wondered how her sister would like her new acessories.
((small but fierce – your move.))
(( Hello????? I’ m typing from my new iTouch!
Be jealous. ))
((Hello?????? *sigh*))
((Hi! RQ COME HERE! I need you!))
((Erm…I’m here! Sorry, I think everyone was waiting for someone else to post. Either that or they just forgot. (I’m of the former, myself.) I’ll try to post something later but it’s kind of hard to introduce a new character at this point, since nothing is happening.))
((Alright people, I haven’t been to reliable, but this thread isn’t that dead. Would anyone like to join/RP someone? Newcomers usually help. Who shall go next? I think Edward is still on the floor while all of this is afoot, but I can make him do something.))
Yeah, I sort of have a new character ready to join but I’m just waiting for more things to happen.
Leah’s dying a slow, painful death…I sort of need Jjetplane to come in and help me.
((What is it about? I may join, if I like it.))
((Don’t forget your double parenthesis! This thread is about… Well, anything that could be in a bad soap opera. Right now we’re still preparing for our production of West Side Story, and the various dramas of the cast (and director!) are unfolding. Or still folding. Find a plot that you like and join!))
I walked into the theatre, slightly nervously. It was still quite early, so the theatre looked a bit empty, but there were a few people lurking in corners, practising lines, putting the finishing touches on a background, stuff like that. I quickly made my way over to where there were rows of chairs set out and put my bag and violin down. I was just sitting down and opening up my book when there was a voice from behind me.
‘Can I help you?’
I turned my head, surprised. Standing there was a boy about my age, with brown hair and the bluest eyes.
‘Oh, hey. I’m Alyssa. Alyssa Stoner.’
‘And I’m Jeremy, Jeremy Allen. Nice to meet you.’
We shook hands.
‘So, Alyssa, you new around here?’
‘Yeah, it’s my first day. I’m going to join the orchestra.’
‘That’s cool. What do you play?’
‘The violin,’ I gestured to the case lying across several chairs.
‘Awesome. So…if you’re new, I’m guessing you haven’t seen much of the theatre yet?’
‘No, I haven’t actually. I just arrived here.’
‘Well, then,’ Jeremy smiled and offered me a hand up. ‘I guess I could be the one to show you around?’
‘Sure. That would be nice.’
Jeremy led me around the theatre, to some of the places I would need to know about, like the stage, orchestra pit, etc. He was really nice, I decided.
We finished touring the theatre and as it was still quite empty, we sat down on a couple of chairs to talk.
((Hello? Can nothing I do revive this thread?))
((Can’t go on any RPG’s until Saturday… Got play rehearsal.)
((Anyone else, though?))
((I’m back! What do you need help with? Sorry I haven’t been around, but getting ready for high school is a bit… complicated.))
((The next thing is having the fire department come (Hot firemen and all that), and turn off the sprinklers. I’ll do it if no one else wants to, but I think someone with a girl RP should do it.))
Alyssa
Jeremy and I went around to the back of the theatre, where, to my surprise, the sprinklers were on and the last two rows of chairs in the theatre were soaked.
‘How long has this thing been on?’ I wondered aloud, as Jeremy and I stood there watching the water spray.
A couple seats over, a girl was sitting with her bag and several sketchbooks strewn over the chairs around her. She seemed startled when she looked up and saw us standing there, and she hastily shoved her various sketchbooks/notebooks back into her bag.
‘It’s been on for almost half an hour,’ she said, ‘I thought someone went to switch it off but I guess it didn’t work. She stood up, sending her bag, which had been on her lap, onto the floor. Leaving it there, she walked over to me and held out a hand. ‘Hey, I’m Nathalie. You’re new, right?’
Her voice sounded strangely odd, but I took her hand and shook it. ‘Nice to meet you. I’m Alyssa, and yes, I am new. I just arrived today and Jeremy here’s been showing around.’ I smiled at him when he looked around.
‘Oh…’ Nathalie seemed to falter before taking a deep breath and saying, somewhat unsteadily, ‘Jeremy…um, hi.’
He looked away and didn’t say anything. There was definitely something awkward between them. Trying to change the subject, I said, a bit too loudly, ‘Maybe we should call the fire department. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping, whatever that person’s doing down there.’
Neither of them said anything.
‘Do either of you have a phone?’ I asked, loudly again.
Jeremy looked faintly surprised but reached into his pocket and drew out his phone.
‘Here, you can use mine,’
‘Thanks,’ I said, holding out my hand to receive it. He dropped the phone into my hand, leaving his hand there for a split second longer than necessary before glancing quickly at Nathalie and drawing it away.
I dialled 911, and once I was connected, I informed them of the situation.
‘Hello? Yes, we have a problem with the sprinklers. Sprinklers, that’s right. There’s a couple at the back that have been set off, and they won’t seem to turn off. No, I don’t know how they were turned on. Yes, someone’s gone down already to try and fix it, but it isn’t working. So you can help? We’re at [insert name of theatre here] Theatre. Our address is [insert theatre’s address here]. Yes, that’s right. You’ll be here in 15 minutes? All right, thanks very much.’
I switched the phone off and turned around to give it back to Jeremy. Nathalie seemed to be staring at me; I thought I saw a glint of hatred in her eyes before she quickly smiled at me.
‘Well, that’s good and done. Now all we have to do is wait.’
‘Yeah, let’s wait,’ Jeremy echoed.
The three of us stood there in awkward silence.
COME AND POST ON THIS THREAD PEOPLEZ!!!!!
Thanks For All The Fish42: Alyssa’s called the fire department, now what? Also, I don’t want to sound impatient or anything, but it would be helpful if someone other than myself posted as part of the story. The last post that wasn’t ((double parenthesized)) and wasn’t made by me was on February 12th. It’s now April 12th. I’m trying my best to revive this thread, but I can’t exactly do it alone. Alyssa’s new, so she doesn’t really know much about others’ situations. There’s only so many characters that Alyssa can interact with at this point, and I can’t PP everyone’s character.
R.I.P
February 28th, 2009 – April 14th, 2010
Here lies ‘Romantic Musical Comedy’, a much-loved and admired RPG thread. To its very end, its valiant supporters would not have wanted it to die. It will be missed by all.
((I changed my mind and I’m going to make Alyssa more mean. Here’s a re-post of the previous post.))
Jeremy and I went around to the back of the theatre, where, to my surprise, the sprinklers were on and the last two rows of chairs in the theatre were soaked.
‘How long has this thing been on?’ I wondered aloud, as Jeremy and I stood there watching the water spray.
A couple seats over, a girl was sitting with her bag and several sketchbooks strewn over the chairs around her. She seemed startled when she looked up and saw us standing there, and she hastily shoved her various sketchbooks/notebooks back into her bag.
‘It’s been on for almost half an hour,’ she said, ‘I thought someone went to switch it off but I guess it didn’t work. She stood up, sending her bag, which had been on her lap, onto the floor. Leaving it there, she walked over to me and held out a hand. ‘Hey, I’m Nathalie. You’re new, right?’
Her voice sounded strangely odd, but I took her hand and shook it. ‘Nice to meet you. I’m Alyssa, and yes, I am new. I just arrived today and Jeremy here’s been showing around.’ I smiled at him when he looked around.
‘Oh…’ Nathalie seemed to falter before taking a deep breath and saying, somewhat unsteadily, ‘Jeremy…um, hi.’
He looked away and didn’t say anything. There was definitely something awkward between them. I wondered if Nathalie liked Jeremy or something. Either way, he didn’t seem to be responding too well, at least today, anyway. Besides, I was pretty sure that Jeremy liked me, even if only a little, and I intended to use that to my full advantage. I looked at them and said, a bit too loudly, ‘Maybe we should call the fire department. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping, whatever that person’s doing down there.’
Neither of them said anything.
‘Do either of you have a phone?’ I asked, loudly again.
Jeremy looked faintly surprised but reached into his pocket and drew out his phone.
‘Here, you can use mine,’
‘Thanks, Jeremy,’ I said, holding out my hand to receive it. He dropped the phone into my hand, leaving his hand there for a split second longer than necessary before glancing quickly at Nathalie and drawing it away.
I dialled 911, and once I was connected, I informed them of the situation. I tried to sound as confident as I could to contrast with Nathalie’s weird shyness. Jeremy seemed slightly annoyed with her awkwardness and I planned to use this.
‘Hello? Yes, we have a problem with the sprinklers. Sprinklers, that’s right. There’s a couple at the back that have been set off, and they won’t seem to turn off. No, I don’t know how they were turned on. Yes, someone’s gone down already to try and fix it, but it isn’t working. So you can help? We’re at [insert name of theatre here] Theatre. Our address is [insert theatre’s address here]. Yes, that’s right. You’ll be here in 15 minutes? All right, thanks very much.’
I switched the phone off and turned around to give it back to Jeremy. Nathalie seemed to be staring at me; I thought I saw a glint of hatred in her eyes before she quickly smiled at me. I stared evenly back at her for several seconds before offering a quick smile in return.
‘Well, now that I’ve actually informed the firemen about our problem, it should be fixed soon. Now all we have to do is wait.’
‘Yeah, let’s wait,’ Jeremy echoed.
The three of us stood there in awkward silence.
Leslie arrived back at the theatre, still laughing to herself. “Hasn’t anyone stopped the sprinklers yet?” she asked the first people she saw- Nathalie, Jeremy, and someone she didn’t know.
((THANK YOU!!!! *gives so much choklit that fireh is half-buried, spluttering, under the immense pile of it*))
People were starting to arrive now, including a girl who walked over to where we were standing to ask us, ‘Hasn’t anyone stopped the sprinklers yet?’
I saw Nathalie half-glance at Jeremy and open her mouth to say something, but I cut in and said, ‘It doesn’t look like anyone from the theatre’s been able to fix it, but I’ve just called the fire department so they should be arriving soon.’
I looked back at Nathalie and saw that she had closed her mouth, which was now set in a grim look of resentment. Jeremy was still looking dazed, and I didn’t think he fully knew what was going on yet.
The girl looked curious, and asked, ‘Who are you, by the way? I don’t mean to sound rude, but I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m Leslie – nice to meet you.’
‘I’m Alyssa, nice to meet you too. This is my first day here – maybe I brought some bad karma with me since on the very day I get here I find the sprinklers…well, sprinkling, without anyone knowing how to stop them!’ I laughed, and so did Leslie.
Jeremy seemed to be startled out of his reverie and said, slowly, ‘No, I don’t think you brought any…bad karma with you. This was here before we even arrived, so it must have been whoever was here before’s fault, not yours. And, uh, I think it’s been quite a good day for me, uh, ever since you got here. So..maybe you’re bringing good karma instead. Like, you’re the one who had the idea of calling the fire department. Uh, yeah. I dunno…’ He trailed back into mumbling, looking embarrassed. Nathalie by now was looking absolutely mutinous.
‘Aw, thanks, Jer!’ I said cheerfully. ‘Come on, you still haven’t shown me backstage yet.’
‘OK,’ he said, brightening up slightly. ‘Let’s go, there’s a lot of stuff back there I need to show you,’
‘Bye, guys,’ Nathalie called sadly as we walked away from her.
‘Bye!’ I called back happily – I was victorious! – while Jeremy turned the other way and said ‘Bye, Leslie! I’ll see you around!’ I managed to catch sight of Nathalie’s very confused face before Jeremy dragged me backstage excitedly.
Leslie followed after Alyssa and Jeremy. Nathalie and she had never gotten along very well, and Leslie didn’t know much about the theatre. “Jeremy, have you seen Kara- I mean Angie? I got her some new clothes- she got sprayed and is wearing a white tshirt, and well you know what she can be like. Plus she now owes me.”
((Zinc, could you please post something on here if you have time? I’m doing quite some major PP-ing with your character.))
The two of us were walking in the direction of backstage before I heard the girl’s – Leslie’s – voice behind us, as she hurried to catch up. ‘Jeremy, have you seen Kara – I mean Angie? I got her some new clothes – she got sprayed and is wearing a white t-shirt, and, well, you know what she can be like. Plus she now owes me.’
I didn’t know who this Kara-Angie girl was, but Jeremy shook his head. ‘Sorry Leslie, I haven’t seen her around. I only just got here. Maybe you could try asking, uh, Nathalie, if you haven’t already, I mean. She gets here really really early every day. Maybe she saw something.’
Leslie sighed. ‘Oh. Thanks anyway, Jeremy. I’ll go look around the basement area. I…don’t really want to ask Nathalie. She’s been acting kind of weirdly lately, don’t you think? I don’t know what’s up with her.’
She looked over at me quickly. ‘I’m sorry you had to see her like this. She’s not usually this weird…or this – what’s the word – vengeful, you know? Nathalie’s usually pretty nice to most people, if not a bit too quiet. I haven’t talked to her much before, but she’s never looked this angry before. Well, anyway, I’ve got to run, you know, I’m off to look for, uh, Angie.’
I knew that Leslie had noticed Nathalie’s strange behaviour. This was only my first day, but already I had guessed that Nathalie wasn’t usually this weird – from a distance, she looked all right. Perhaps she wasn’t used to any competition. Well, that’s too bad, I thought, a bit spitefully. I can’t control what Jeremy thinks or who he likes.
Beside me, Jeremy’s phone buzzed. He slowed down to open his phone and quickly read the new message. His face showed surprise. ‘What is it, Jer?’ I asked.
‘It was from Edward – I guess he sent it to everybody. Rehearsal’s been delayed until 11.’
‘Why?’
‘He didn’t say. Probably something major, as Edward’s not usually one to cancel rehearsals for no reason.’
‘Oh.’ It looked like we were stuck in the theatre for another few hours until rehearsal actually began. All the people at home would now stay at home until 11, so it didn’t seem like there would be anything to do.
‘Hey…Alyssa?’ Jeremy asked quietly.
I turned to face him. We were standing below the stage. ‘Yeah?’
‘Um…well, since we have nothing to do for -‘ he checked his watch ‘-two hours, do you want to go to a cafe or something just to get something to eat? I don’t know about you..but I haven’t had any breakfast so I’m kind of hungry.’ He looked almost apologetic.
‘Oh, Jer, I’d love to! Do you know of any near here?’
‘Yeah, there’s one about a five-minute walk from here.’
‘That sounds perfect. Come on!’ I dashed away from him towards the theatre door.
‘Hey – hey, come back here!’ Jeremy yelled, before breaking out into a run and sprinting at full speed towards where I was. We both arrived at the door at nearly the same time – it was hard to run in jeans! – and collapsed onto the floor, laughing. I couldn’t help myself from glancing back into the theatre at Nathalie. Expectedly, she was staring at the both of us but quickly looked down when she noticed me.
‘Come on, Jer, hurry up!’ I stood up first, took his hand, and dragged him to a standing position.
‘OK, OK, I’m up!’ he said, laughing, as we went out the door together.
((Ahem. (That is all I have to say. I hope you get the message.) ))
((I don’t know what to post!!!!!! Help!))
((You could post something about the rehearsal being delayed and then your character arriving at the theatre later on.))
((So, no one posted about the firemen coming in? I can do that.))
((Oh yeah. Well, I called them at least! You can do it if you want. Maybe as your character enters (because rehearsal was delayed) he can see the firemen coming in.))
ALYSSA
Jeremy and I walked back into the theatre, finished with our trip to the cafe, each holding a bag with some food in it for later.
I saw that Nathalie was watching us, so I laughed loudly at the joke he told me and said, ‘Oh, Jer, you are so funny!’
Nathalie scowled and turned back to her book, but I could see her glancing up at us every so often. Well, what’s it to her? I thought, Can’t I even enjoy myself without her staring at me?
We reached where our stuff was placed on the chairs, and sat down in adjacent seats, with Nathalie in the row behind us.
Jeremy smiled. ‘So, Alyssa,’ he said, ‘How are you enjoying your first day?’
I gazed up at him, putting on my best ‘rapt adoration’ face as I was fully aware of Nathalie intently following this conversation from behind us. ‘It’s been amazing, Jer. I’ve absolutely loved every single minute of it. And thanks for showing me around, you’ve been so nice to me!’
He laughed, a bit uncomfortably as he realised Nathalie was behind. ‘Who couldn’t be nice to you?’ Nathalie frowned. ‘And anyway, I was only doing my job, there’s no need to thank me.’
‘Oh, I’m sure you weren’t!’ I breathed. ‘I’m sure you don’t show every new person here around the theatre and then take them to the cafe afterwards!’
‘Well…’ he looked slightly awkward, but pleased with himself. ‘I guess. Just remember that you’re special – I wouldn’t do those things to anyone!’
‘Thanks, Jeremy,’ I said, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nathalie flinch as I touched him. Ha ha, I thought grimly.
I sat shivering in the cold theatre for a few minutes, waiting for someone to arrive. ‘I’m really cold,’ I said, half to myself, though I did intend for Jeremy to hear.
‘Alyssa, do you want to borrow my jacket?’ he asked, concerned.
‘Sure,’ I replied. I took the jacket from him and put it on, snuggling into it. ‘I love your jacket, Jer! It’s really nice!’
‘Thanks,’ he said, and blushed as I leaned my head on the back of the seat, almost touching his shoulder. We sat like that for a while, and I could almost feel Nathalie’s eyes boring into me from the back.
It was getting to be close to eleven when the doors burst open and a squad of firemen arrived. I jumped up from where I was half-sleeping and smoothed down my shirt. Striding purposefully over to them, I said, ‘Welcome, and thanks for coming. You know about our problem already, of course.’
One of them nodded. ‘Yeah. Where’s it at?’
Nathalie, half a pace behind me, started to say, ‘Um…’ but I cut her off. ‘Right over there, sirs,’ I explained, ‘Down the stairs and to the room off the side – that’s around the back of the theatre.’ They headed in the direction I pointed to, not before one of them turned around and called, ‘Thanks for your help, ma’am, I won’t forget it.’
Nathalie looked mutinous, as if I had stolen her glory. Well, too bad if she wasn’t able to form a sentence quickly enough. Being confident was an asset I treasured, and I intended to use this against Nathalie’s shyness. Ignoring her, I sauntered back to Jeremy, aware of her following me from behind, and said loudly, ‘Well, they’ve arrived. Edward and the others should be here soon, shouldn’t they? It’s ten thirty,I think. What time do you have?’
He held out his arm and I took his wrist, turning it around gently so I could see the watch face. ‘I thought so,’ I whispered, before letting go of his hand slowly. Inwardly, I laughed at what was probably the expression on Nathalie’s face right now.
‘Uh…Jeremy? We still have time before it starts…do you want to…um…’ Nathalie’s attempt to talk to Jeremy. I would have none of it, and luckily he wouldn’t either. He looked straight at me and said, ‘Alyssa, I just remembered that I haven’t taken you to all the backstage rooms yet. Want to see them?’
I smiled brightly at him. ‘I’d love to, thanks!’ He offered me his arm and I took it, then together, we walked around backstage, leaving Nathalie alone and unloved.
((Selenium, I don’t know how much thanks are necessary. But thank you for RPing my character! Thank you so very much! I’m sorry I haven’t been around… but if you could continue until I have computer freedom again, that would be greatly appreciated.))
((Not at all, any time! Anything to keep this thread alive…though I must admit I have been neglecting it slightly since…*checks*…May 8th. I’ll try to continue some time after this week, because then the last serious week of school will be over.))
((James))
“Hello?”
James heard Maxine’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“Maxine! I can’t believe it! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What’s going on? The show’s choreography–”
“James, that is you, right?”
“Yeah! I–”
“Listen to me for a second. I’m not coming back. I got the part of a lifetime on Broadway. I’m sorry I didn’t tell in person, but I couldn’t bear to hurt you like that.”
“Oh.”
“James? I really am–”
He closed his phone.
((Here lies a once great and popular RPG …))
((Thanks For All The Fish42, do you want Edward to arrive now so they can start the rehearsal? (I hope you see this before it disappears off the RC bar…) I would post something right now, but I don’t know what else to do.))
((I’m lost on what to write now, too.))
((Yes, let’s have Edward arrive at the theatre now. There isn’t much to do while waiting.))
((FISHY COME HERE NOW PLEASE!!!!!!!!))
When the sprinklers came on, the dancers onstage immediately broke formation and ran offstage. Fire? Minka thought, looking around for her sister. Where was Shae? She quickly ran down the stairs and to her great relief found her twin waiting in the lobby. Her hair was wet and her clothes were soaked.
“Is there a fire?” Minka asked. Shae shook her head, beads of water flying off the ends of her hair.
“No. I heard someone yelling that it was an accident,” she said. She opened her phone. “Rehearsal begins at 11. What do you want to do?”
“Might as well read Muse.” The two girls hung out in the lobby until the heard the wail of sirens. A huge red engine screeched to a halt in front of the theater doors and two burly firemen climbed out.
“Where are the rogue sprinklers?” The taller one asked. Shae pointed through the doors and the firemen went, braving the spray of water.
“Do you think he was cute?” Shae asked her sister, elbowing her.
“He’s old and you’re beautiful. Unless he’s rich, then you have no business marrying him,” MInka replied coolly. Shae laughed, just as Edward strode in a little earlier than expected, Claire on his arm.
((Lo ciento muchissimo. I will help bring this back.))
Edward:
“Ah, yes, now that I have solved the problem of the sprinklers ((*achem* cowered from them)), we may begin rehearsal! It seems we are missing a few people… Where are my actors?! Not acceptable! Professionals should not change their attitude toward the stage because of a bit of water.”
The few people that where in the theater at that point, including Clarie, rolled their eyes. Edward rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a yell.
“EVERYONE GET BACK ON STAGE OR IN THE PIT OR I WILL RIP YOUR FLESH OFF OF ITS BONE.”
I glanced at Jeremy. ‘Is he always this mad and, well, gruesome?’
Jeremy smiled. ‘Yes, Edward is a bit…um…’
‘Highly strung?’ interrupted a very familiar voice. It was Nathalie, of course, again trying to butt in to our conversation. She looked at me with what appeared to be an attempt at a disdainful sneer, but seemed more like as she had just eaten a lemon. ‘In case you didn’t know, Alyssa, it means -‘
‘I know what it means, thank you very much, Nathalie,’ I cut across pointedly.
Deprived of her chance to shine, she made no reply but slunk off to the stage.
‘What was that about?’ I asked Jeremy.
‘I…um…don’t know,’ he mumbled. ‘Well, maybe we should get going. I’ll see you at break, Alyssa.’
‘Sure.’ I watched him walk away, then collected my things and went to wait in the orchestra pit.
((I am the voice from the grave, crying REVIVE!!!!! This thread shall not die!))
((Requiem aeternam dona this wonderful RPG, Domine.))