are you ofeeling it mr. krabs

[penduli]

[ Early morning Thursday, there are papers posted literally everywhere. Someone had a lot of time and a lot of pent up nervous energy, and... well, that's not very surprising, given what they say: ]

Please come to the chapel at 2 for a happy play inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet.
Lunch will be provided.

Ever yours,
Black

[ ...he really needs to shake that habit.

Anyway, those entering the chapel at the appointed time will be treated to some sweetly-played lyre music courtesy of Sigrun; there's some blankets carefully hung near the back, acting as curtains to obscure the "backstage" area. Once everyone is settled, Sigrun switches to a slower tune, and Black emerges from the blankets.

He's wearing a brown wig and a long, white gown with flowing sleeves; the inside of that is black though, easy to see as he swishes his way to the front and spreads his hands to the audience. What follows is an incredibly wonderful play about Ophelia—"inspired" is probably a very apt word for it, because the events are changed heavily by her reading of Hamlet's letter prior to handing it off to her father and realizing the hidden meanings in the words. She deceives her father by acting innocent and orchestrates a plan parallel to Hamlet's, set on saving as many lives as she can.

No one deserves to die, after all.

Ophelia acts out after hearing Hamlet's frustrated denial of his own feelings, deliriously giving out flowers—Black does the same with tissue roses, handing them off to anyone who sits in the front row and throwing them out to the rest of the pews, but it's all a trick to keep the men of her life from suspecting her (they'd been getting too close to realizing what she'd been up to, and if they had found out, she'd never be able to go through with it). In the end, Ophelia manages to get everyone to lay down their swords. Claudius is exiled for fratricide, and after a tearful feelings jam with Hamlet, the play ends with their coronation as King and Queen of Denmark.

...all put on by one person, and with fitting music provided by their lyre expert.

The lunches laid out are sandwiches and soups by Black, and... Sigrun's helped out, too. She's made salads (leafy things with fruits, YOU FIGURE THAT OUT) and an... interesting... bread. (It has melons, curry, and red bean paste in it.)

There's also popcorn with various condiments if you'd rather have that to snack on. ]

Comments

PEANUT GALLERY

[penduli]

[ Have anything to say to your fellow spectators? Get hit in the face by a tissue rose? Here's your place during the play, guys. ]

[isafraid]

[Well, Speedwagon was going to enjoy some of the soup here during the show. But seeing as a tissue rose had just fallen into the bowl, and quickly started dissolving... he'll just set it aside now.]

Quite the show so far.

[He's got his voice down low, barely above a whisper.]

[amygdalae]

It's pretty impressive.

[...especially considering Black is doing it all by himself...]

[isafraid]

You think he had it in him?

[Personally, he doesn't know Black all that well, so this isn't really anything he suspected to happen.]

POST-PLAY MINGLING

[penduli]

[ Sooooooooooooooo that play, man. Anything for afterwards, including eating and chatting and... yeah. ]

[penduli]

[ god that was sort of terrifying

but he promised Misa, and he delivered on his promise, and... now he's stuck nibbling on one of Sigrun's creations in a dress. The wig is off and beside him, and this bread is. interesting. in a word. A nice word.

He'll smile for company and try not to be too fucking embarrassed about the whole thing. ]

Did you like the play?

[captainobnoxious]

It was wonderful, kitten!

[Your lyrist is dragging you up for a hug, Black, be warned-- well, too late.]

You pull off that dress better than I ever could, too, you're so cute! I don't know what the play was about before, but I like your thing a lot more. It could've done with more bloodshed though.

[sigrun]

[penduli]

[ He will never be used to Sigrun's hugs, ever. He's realizing this. ]

It—had a lot more bloodshed in the original, actually!

[goodforsomething]

Sure! Told ya that was a good idea, kid!

[Oh my god he's so embarrassed. Normally Stan would be all for making someone the object of public ridicule, but he likes his fellow twin! He'll just have to mock someone else later to make up for it.]

[penduli]

[ Bless you, Stan... bless you. ]

Thanks, Mr. Pines. [ He's surprised he didn't stumble over his lines... but he'd been practicing for a while now. Phew. ] I hope Misa enjoyed it too.

[ ...and the rest of the ghosts. oh god ghosts please don't make fun of him ]

[sleepingkogoro]

Did you write it? I'm impressed, kid.

[He is, really. Well done, Black]

[penduli]

I did, actually. Thank you. [ He's like... glowing from praise... everyone seemed to really like it, this is super nice... ]

I know Shakespeare—and plays in general, actually—aren't really everyone's thing, so I was kind of worried how it'd go over? [ Also: crossdressing... ] But everyone seems to have liked it.

[notjustawriter]

'Course I did! It was a great idea.

[The costume was sort of confusing, but really, Gabriel wasn't too bothered; the play was still decent.]

[penduli]

[ ...thank you, Gabriel, he just. HE SAID HE'D GO ALL OUT... the costume is going all out... ]

I was hoping it would be. [ Especially as they're all apparently slated to die very soon, starting with their ghost friends. ] I've been working really hard on it for a couple of weeks now.

[garudynamic]

He'll yeah I did. Heh, you... looked pretty good too...

[captainobnoxious]

[ehehehehe]

[isafraid]

Bravo! [A bit of applause for their best actor... and only actor, but he was good!]

Have to say, never have I heard the story quite like that before.

[penduli]

[ The slightest bow...! ]

Well, I wrote... rewrote? it all myself. [ IT WAS A LOT OF WORK. A labor of love. ] I like the original well-enough—it's actually one of my favorites—but Ophelia deserved to be happy.

Misa and I both agreed on that. [ ...so he gave her that, and he also changed it so no one died because that would be really alarming given the. circumstances. ]

[amygdalae]

I did. It was a fantastic job.

[The most encouraging smile here, Black, you deserve it.]

Maybe you should consider an actual career in this.

[penduli]

[ HAHA ohhh, well— ]

I think I'm more of a one-hit wonder, to be honest. [ ...maybe not with acting, but he's not really interested in pursuing that. ] I'm happy not directly being in the spotlight, anyway.

[captainobnoxious]

[The lady playing the lyre is also up for conversation!

She's not touching either of her food concoctions though. Not hungry. Too antsy about tonight out of habit, though you'd never tell from the jovial tunes she's keeping the chapel loud with. Every now and then she'll drink from a gin flask she fishes out from a side bag, but that's it.

... Not a fuckin' clue what the play was about then or now, but she enjoyed the music aspect of it. Aw yea.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Okay, who could have done this bread. Because what is inside is...something weird. Recalling his conversation from a week ago, Mouri approaches with one of those breads]

Eide-san, did you even try what you made before bringing it here?

[captainobnoxious]

I trusted your good sense, detective. Not up to your tastes?

[goodforsomething]

[Thursday's probably a good night to have a play about nobody at all getting murdered...

Stan is obviously antsy tonight, folding and unfolding his arms as he watches the door. He's not eyeing anybody in particular; he can't think of any reason any of them left would up and kill someone. They didn't even get an incentive this week, not really. Habits are just hard to break, and it's hard-wired in him now to worry more and more as Thursday wanes.

In the meantime, he'll just snack on some popcorn. Eventually he ventures a few nibbles of the bread.]

[amygdalae]

[Bruce is also here eating some bread... although... honestly...

What is up with this bread, really.

Bruce doesn't quite spit it out but its a challenge to swallow it down all the same. Once he does get it down past his throat though he's looking at the bun in his hand with an expression that clearly screams 'what the hell did I just eat'.]