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MSND Cast Brunch, Language Classroom, Sunday, 11 a.m.

After the production last night, all the cast and crew seemed to want to do was to go home and sleep. As for Dream, all he wanted to do was think about his conversation with Titania, and what could have been. That particular train of thoughts ate the night.

But the formalities must be observed, and the actors and technicians deserved some small celebration. To that end, Dream has assembled a buffet and put on soft, relaxing classical music. With the desks pushed to the side and flowers and candles scattered throughout the room, only the light scent of chalk betrays the room's workaday purpose.

[OOC: I'm here. Rory is AFK until later today, woe. Open to cast, crew and invited guests only. And yes, we should play out acts IV and V today if at all possible.]

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There's a make-your-own omelet station, every kind of pastry or muffin, rashers of bacon, bagels and lox, and lots of juice and coffee.

An observant person might notice that there are some glasses of orange juice that have the fizz of champagne, and a pitcher of tomato juice that might be Bloody Marys. Not that Dream wants students to drink, of course.

Pip? Give up free food? Madness! Even though his hair is still the same shade of purple it was the night before.

He fixes himself a large omlette with God-only-knows-what-in-it, grabs a few rashers of bacon, and a glass of fizzy orange juice. He takes a seat and enjoys a quiet brunch with his cigarettes.

"Hair looks good by the way." A yawning Pippi says sitting in the smoking section.

Nadia had come to a decision last night after making it back to her room. Her decision was that she absolutely could not have helped how she behaved last night, so she absolutely should not let it affect her the rest of her life.

Easier said than done, though, but at least the people here had gone through something similar. She grabbed a bit of everything and went to go join Pip and Pippi. "Morning."

"Morning..." said Pippi. "We need to add fairies to the list."

"Fairies?" Nadia frowned. "So that's what it was? I wasn't sure."

"That's what mine said she was." said Pippi in a less then cheerful voice, but at least she isn't grouchy.

Nadia smirked a little ironically. "Did yours attempt to flash the entire population of the school?"

"No... She tried to force herself on Silent Bob... And the treatend to rape Walter. And more or less sucseeded in seducing Mr. Crawley... But then she figured out he was a demon so..."

Suddenly, begging Walter for a piggy back ride looked a whole lot less agonizing. Nadia stared at Pippi for a moment. "Wow."

"Yeah."

Nadia wondered if it was possible to hunt down Pippi's fairy from last night and hit it. "I, um, built towers out of blocks," she offered, rather weakly. "And Mac had to kick me out of the tech booth."

"How tall were the towers?"

"I had to stand on my toes to put on the top blocks."

"Wow! That's really tall!"

And the fact that Nadia was very flattered by this had nothing to do with the fact that she still had just a teeny bit of the three year old inside. Of course, she might have had that BEFORE the play. She had, after all, pretended to be a lobster.

"Thanks. I kicked Blair, too."

"I pinched his ass... Or rather she did."

"Oh." Nadia was beginning to feel that Pippi had gotten a much more interesting fairy to possess her than she did.

Pippi would have loved to have traded with Nadia.

"I helped take off Lee's kilt," Zero said only semi-mournfully from a little ways off.

Pippi isn't sure if she should console Zero or congratulate her.

After last night, Macbeth felt more like slinking into one of those barrels that was still sitting in his closet than going to any form of cast party.

But there was food. Food was something that he had all too little of, especially since the idiot primadonna that had posessed him had spent the very last of his money on flowers for herself so that she could prance around showing them off.

So there he was, trying not to be too obvious that there was a bagel in every pocket on his clothing and a few strips of bacon sticking out of his mouth.

Next stop, the alcohol.
Lord, he hoped it was alcohol.

"Did you get your kilt back?"

"Aye. I tackled Hamlet after the show and demanded it back. Seeing as he wanted his pants back anyhow..."

He completely neglected to mention that the kilt actually belonged to the costuming department.

"Well, that's good."

"Aye... that it is..." Macbeth reached to pour himself a glass of the nefarious tomato-juice and glanced at Pippi. "And yourself, lass? How are ye doing, after such an... interesting evening?"

"It was interesting after a fashion... But I didn't like it as a whole."

"Nor did I, lass... though I imagine that the attitude of your own Fae must have led to a more unique evening." The corners of Macbeth's lips twitched into a small frown. "After last night, I've decided that I like that Shakespeare person even less. What kind of sick mind would write a script that leads to such mischeif?"

Pippi nodded.

"Next time we stick with 'Pirates and Ninjas of Penzance'."

Alanna stumbled in, looking extremely hung over. The laughing cat on her should probably wasn't helping. "Food." She croaked and tried not to run into any furniture. Or fall off of the Earth.

Zero helped herself to a cheese danish and some bacon. Mmm, bacon. She kind of wanted an omelet, but it seemed like too much effort. She was about to pour a glass of orange juice when she spied the tomato juice. She squinted at it for a moment before making up her mind. She poured a glass, then grabbed one of the celery sticks garnishing a platter and dunked it in. She'd earned it.

Molly skipped making an omelet, but took a muffin, some bacon, a bagel with cream cheese and some apple juice.

Having basically slept through the play, she wasn't really suffering from any embarrassment or regrets due to the play - aside from not remembering having been in the play. She had, however, woken up this morning with some interesting emotional after effects from her dreams last night.

Krycek took orange juice and a bagel, smiling at Molly when he slid into line beside her to fetch his simple breakfast. "Hey, Molly. Have fun at the play?"

Molly hmph'ed. "I don't remember the play. Stupid fairies," she grumbled.

"I must have got off easy," Krycek said. "I saw you arguing, but I just figured everyone but me ate in the cafeteria... Or gremlins, or whatever Fandom-related excuse for insanity you can think of. Are you all right though?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Molly made a dismissive gesture. "Some weird dreams last night that I don't really remember, but I'm mostly just annoyed because I actually wanted to be in the play."

"I didn't really even know I was in it until Friday," Krycek said, almost looking sheepish. "And weird dreams - I'm with you there. I had some, but I'm not sure if they were play related." Thinking back, he added, "You looked good, by the way."

Molly smiled. "Thank you. It was fun dressing up, but I don't think I could dress like that every day. You looked good too. Everybody did."

"Thanks," Krycek said, grinning slightly. "It's definitely a special occasion, not all the time sort of thing. And you've still got a couple years here though, right? They'll probably have more plays, unless the fairies decide to revisit every year."

"I hope there are more plays, but no more fairies." Molly said firmly. Then, with a tilt of her head, she changed the subject. "Hey, Alex? When's your birthday?"

"Ah, November 3rd," he said. "Turned 18 last year. You?"

"Aww, I'll have to wait until next fall. At least I'll have time to plan though," Molly said and then hesitated just a moment. "My birthday is next Monday, the 27th. I'll be 15."

"Wow, close! I'll make sure to embarrass you by singing 'Happy Birthday' in front of the largest crowd possible," he said with a teasing grin. Then he gave her a suspicious look. "...wait 'til next fall for what?"

"Hee! You can't embarrass me that easy. I'd love for you to sing for me in front of a bunch of people." Molly gave him a big grin.

She laughed at the suspicious look. "I just meant I'll have to wait for your birthday. So far, I've only learned about people's birthdays, except Logan's, the day of or after. It's kind of hard to get people presents if you don't know when their birthdays are."

"A birthday serenade then? I'm not sure what to get you for a gift, so that might be my fall-back," he said, grinning back. "And aah, I see. Yeah, you've got almost a whole year to find out I'm hard to buy presents for."

"I'll start keeping a list for ideas," Molly told him.

Mac is surprisingly perky when she comes to get the free food, considering they managed to set the lighting board on fire last night. She is probably this happy because she stood way back, and let the everyone who knew what they were doing take charge. Seemed like the most drama and embarrassment free plan.

Anyway, she wanders in, sits at a table and cheerily munches on a banana. There's a glass of slightly questionable tomato juice in front of her.

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MSND Cast Brunch, Language Classroom, Sunday, 11 a.m.

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