Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-03-2011, 11:16 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Dahlia flinched as the loud noises crashed around stage. Metal's booming voice didn't help the matter. Utter chaos ensued with props, sandbags and backdrops moving completely out of pattern. Dahlia watched as the woman who had introduced herself as Beth fretted about how everything was suddenly wrong.
"Will someone explain why the set is not the castle?! Who was that shiny person? Where'd the couch come from? Who used the trapdoor? And just who are you anyway?" She yelled, ending with a glare at Dahlia.
Withdrawing her PDA Dahlia quickly began typing up a response, before flipping the PDA around to show the yelling woman a message.
'My name is Dahlia. Sorry about showing up suddenly, I didn't have a choice in the matter. The others are probably nice people deep down, they're just surprised is all. Maybe if we get to know them they'll settle down. We'd leave if we could, honest, but you'll just have to bare with us for a little while. Sorry.'
"What's with the gadget?"
'I'm mute. My voice box doesn't work.'
"Oh." Was all she got as a reply.
"So you know the guys that are breaking my stage and ruining my play?"
'I just met them actually. You'll call me crazy if I tell you about how we got here.'
Beth cast a glance at the spandex-clad superhero duo, tied into one body, and watched as Metal turned into a large orb and crashed through the trapdoor.
"I'll take anything you've got right now. This is crazy. I'm probably crazy. Maybe we're all crazy. So try me."
Dahlia typed up a longer message this time.
'Well, first of all, I was raised underground on a different world from this. I don't even know if I'm the same race as you, the guy that forced us here didn't say. He managed to summon all four of us to another universe or something, he was vague on the details. But know we have to fight. To the death. I'm kind of scared of that part, but if this play ends before one of us actually dies, then we're all punished. With death. But once one dies, we'll be summoned to another place.'
After Beth looked up from the message, Dahlia quickly added a footnote.
'Am I going to die?'
As Beth came to terms with just how scared Dahlia was becoming, her sense of pity was overwritten by her urge to finish the play.
"Look, I get that you're scared, but I really need this play to do well. Do you know anything about Macbeth?"
Dahlia shook her head.
"Right, a little too much to hope for. Well, the guys on stage are probably discussing Macbeth's rise in power right now, some other guy died, basically, and he's inherited the position. I'm guessing some of my actors are going to get hurt by all this mess, so you're going to have to imporvise on stage.
'But I can't speak.
"Like I said, improvise. That's rule number one in this business. There are many ways to get a point across in a play. If in doubt you can just leave, they'll take over."
She peered around the backdrop, waiting for a perfect cue to shove Dahlia right into the fray.
"Your clothes will do anyway. I'll keep some more costumes on hand for you to change into should the need arise."
As dahlia began typing a hurried and desperate plea she was thrown right out behind the actor playing Macbeth, unknowingly just having been made the Thane of Cawdor.
"Aha, prey mistress, what news have they brought to me?"
Dahlia froze. She couldn't take out her PDA, she knew nothing of the play, and was quite worried about the fog overhead. Still, she wasn't one to give up. She she stammered over to him and pretended to whisper something in his ear.
"Thane? I? Such news is splendid indeed! I must ride at once to my castle! Come hither child, I shall carry thee forth so that you may share in the revelry!"
Dahlia flinched as the loud noises crashed around stage. Metal's booming voice didn't help the matter. Utter chaos ensued with props, sandbags and backdrops moving completely out of pattern. Dahlia watched as the woman who had introduced herself as Beth fretted about how everything was suddenly wrong.
"Will someone explain why the set is not the castle?! Who was that shiny person? Where'd the couch come from? Who used the trapdoor? And just who are you anyway?" She yelled, ending with a glare at Dahlia.
Withdrawing her PDA Dahlia quickly began typing up a response, before flipping the PDA around to show the yelling woman a message.
'My name is Dahlia. Sorry about showing up suddenly, I didn't have a choice in the matter. The others are probably nice people deep down, they're just surprised is all. Maybe if we get to know them they'll settle down. We'd leave if we could, honest, but you'll just have to bare with us for a little while. Sorry.'
"What's with the gadget?"
'I'm mute. My voice box doesn't work.'
"Oh." Was all she got as a reply.
"So you know the guys that are breaking my stage and ruining my play?"
'I just met them actually. You'll call me crazy if I tell you about how we got here.'
Beth cast a glance at the spandex-clad superhero duo, tied into one body, and watched as Metal turned into a large orb and crashed through the trapdoor.
"I'll take anything you've got right now. This is crazy. I'm probably crazy. Maybe we're all crazy. So try me."
Dahlia typed up a longer message this time.
'Well, first of all, I was raised underground on a different world from this. I don't even know if I'm the same race as you, the guy that forced us here didn't say. He managed to summon all four of us to another universe or something, he was vague on the details. But know we have to fight. To the death. I'm kind of scared of that part, but if this play ends before one of us actually dies, then we're all punished. With death. But once one dies, we'll be summoned to another place.'
After Beth looked up from the message, Dahlia quickly added a footnote.
'Am I going to die?'
As Beth came to terms with just how scared Dahlia was becoming, her sense of pity was overwritten by her urge to finish the play.
"Look, I get that you're scared, but I really need this play to do well. Do you know anything about Macbeth?"
Dahlia shook her head.
"Right, a little too much to hope for. Well, the guys on stage are probably discussing Macbeth's rise in power right now, some other guy died, basically, and he's inherited the position. I'm guessing some of my actors are going to get hurt by all this mess, so you're going to have to imporvise on stage.
'But I can't speak.
"Like I said, improvise. That's rule number one in this business. There are many ways to get a point across in a play. If in doubt you can just leave, they'll take over."
She peered around the backdrop, waiting for a perfect cue to shove Dahlia right into the fray.
"Your clothes will do anyway. I'll keep some more costumes on hand for you to change into should the need arise."
As dahlia began typing a hurried and desperate plea she was thrown right out behind the actor playing Macbeth, unknowingly just having been made the Thane of Cawdor.
"Aha, prey mistress, what news have they brought to me?"
Dahlia froze. She couldn't take out her PDA, she knew nothing of the play, and was quite worried about the fog overhead. Still, she wasn't one to give up. She she stammered over to him and pretended to whisper something in his ear.
"Thane? I? Such news is splendid indeed! I must ride at once to my castle! Come hither child, I shall carry thee forth so that you may share in the revelry!"