Second floor common room, Tuesday evening

[fates_jaye]

There's nothing to do, so Jaye wanders to the second floor, kicks her feet up on the coffee table, and waits for someone to entertain her.

And someone had better entertain her. Preferrably with antics.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, frak." Parker sighed and got up, putting the chair between her and Alanna. "It's not my fault! They cast people as the Tooth Fairy!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna smiled. It was a very thin smile. "I got cast. I'm not happy. I don't even know who I got cast as, but it was the second name on the list." She paused. "I'm not happy."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm getting that." Parker rolled her eyes. "Sorry? But it's not my fault! The Principal is snorting Diet Coke!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna's left handed rested lightly on the hilt of her sword. "How did I get in?! And yes, it is your fault! I wasn't even going to try out! I was just going to mock! And who the hell is Egeus anyway?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Uh. I think he's the father of one of the heroines." Parker winces. "Maybe they're being avant-garde?" She eyes Alanna's hand and cautiously says, "I didn't *make* you do anything, you know--"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. And blinked. "...Father?! FATHER?! I wouldn't have tried out if you hadn't assured me that there was no way I would get in!" Alanna's hand was nowhere near her sword, seeing as how she was kind of flapping now. However, light purple sparks where shooting between her fingers. "This is a nightmare!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How the hell was I supposed to know? The Principal made up parts! Chuck Norris and the lobster aren't even *in* this play!" Parker took another step back, watchign the purple flashes with wariness. "Alanna, chill. Okay?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna couldn't think of the proper English words to explain everything she was thinking, so she tossed in a few from other languages. None were 'Goddess Bless'. "If I have to suffer, so do you! I don't act! Or sing! You were much better than me!" She flapped her hand and made the purple sparks go to her still healing wrist.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I am suffering! They made me the Queen of the Goddamned Fairies!" Parker yelled back. "I have to get up there and kiss a donkey's head! Not. Cool!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. "What the *insert creative cussing here* is this play about anyway?!" She took a deep breath and yelled back. "And at least you're playing a girl!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fairy princess! Do I look like a fairy queen or princess!? Don't answer that." Parker took a breath. "And it's, um. About two sets of lovers, who run off to be together in the woods, and the fairies in the woods mess with their heads. Oh, and *my* character's husband does the same thing to her. It's all very, very wrong. And freakin' sparkly."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"How many drugs was the writer on when he was creating this 'masterpiece'? And at least you're the right gender! Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare." Alanna was randomly glaring. "And let me guess, there's singing?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Apparently. I didn't know they were serious!" Parker protested. "The version I saw didn't have any! I would've completely screwed up the audition with wrong notes, if I'd known that!" She palmed her face. "I'm a victim here too! Completely!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna looks like she wants to die. Or commit mass murder. It's a little hard to figure out with her. "You get to have a sword."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I do?" Parker pauses, looking wary. "Do I get padding?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna was back to the thin smile. And still looking murderous. "If you find it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Frak." Parker glared back. "If I die, I'm telling them to make you give my damn soliloquies. In the guy's costume."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Like I haven't done that before. You won't die." Alanna paused. "I'm not responsible for maiming."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"God damnit." Parker grumbles. "Great, now I need to buy chainmail. Stupid Gilmore. Stupid play. Stupid Shakespeare. Grrrr."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna rolled her eyes. "Padding's not chainmail. What did Gilmore do? Who's Shakespeare?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gilmore got *me* to audition, and Shakespeare is the drug-addicted moon-addled fiend who wrote the play. Lovely words. Very little logic." She sighed. "Padding. Right. Well, hell. At least I'll get to play with shiny sharp things. Even if you're out for my blood." She folded her arms.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I'll settle for a little skin." Alanna clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Just be glad I'm still in the stupid cast and will fencing left-handed."