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Billy Cranston ([personal profile] morphitudinous) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-06-07 04:51 pm

Speed Shakespeare [Open]

Billy hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed since his rushed deal with Metronome for the Clock's destruction. He'd typed out a hurried plea for help on the omnicom network, sped off to download and review the play's script, and conjured an auditorium-like Sensorium for rehearsal. All that remained was the arrival of the cast and crew, and this probable disaster would begin.

Just what have I committed myself to? If my judgment is questionable for attempting to stage this production in just a few days, the cast...I don't foresee this ending well.

Once everything was prepared, he sent a quick message to the volunteers. They should be arriving any minute

((This is going to be subthreaded out in stages. Mingling, a place for comments from the peanut gallery, auditions/arguments, and brief rehearsal scenes. Thread out whatever you think is funniest! Final casting decisions will be happening here. I'll be on chat/AIM/Plurk during this post if you want me.

Now open for posting! Don't feel obligated to participate, we're not obsessively logging everything. This is just for comedy opportunities. Most of what I want to know is who's playing who. And it's okay to jump in even if you didn't sign up on the comm post. Everyone's welcome to audition!))

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-06-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Weeeeeell," he said, pulling the script up to quickly scan through the names - mainly to make sure he didn't forget any. And to double check, just in case he figured he could pull off any more. "I think I could adjust for whoever, really. Romeo, Mercutio, Tybalt, Benvolio. Hell, even Friar Laurence."

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Benvolio? Alright!" he said. It wasn't as if his general character was hard for Jr. to grasp; his closeness to both Romeo and Mercutio might have even reflected the closeness he and his brothers once had, an innocent and tightly bound trio of children.

So he figured he'd go for the obligatory entrance which was a little less than lighthearted. Voice loud and stern and demanding-- something that would seem out of character for a child his physical age, he began. "Part, fools! Put up your swords, you know not what you do!"

Of course, between that line and the next was Tybalt's entrance, so his next line was a bit more steady and calm, almost suggestive and peaceful in its intent. "I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me."