are you ofeeling it mr. krabs
[ 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. ]
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. ]

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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?
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[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]
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It—had a lot more bloodshed in the original, actually!
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Why would you take it out?
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[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.]
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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 ]
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Sure she did! I bet they're all here watchin'! [...creepy when you put it like that]
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That's... kind of creepy, actually. [ ........... ] Do ghosts sleep? ...I hope they were asleep.
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[He is, really. Well done, Black]
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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.
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So that was based on Shakethesphere's work! [Urk, how does one pronounce that name] I had never watched something he wrote. So this is how they are. I thought they were bloodier, though...?
[Romeo and Juliet isn't worldwide famous for having a happy cuddly ending, after all]
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[The costume was sort of confusing, but really, Gabriel wasn't too bothered; the play was still decent.]
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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.
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Have to say, never have I heard the story quite like that before.
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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. ]
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Well I dare say that miss Misa would have loved to see this play for herself. [He believes that, a hundred percent.]
[...] Ophelia certainly did deserve to be happy, if we're arguing about this story now.
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[The most encouraging smile here, Black, you deserve it.]
Maybe you should consider an actual career in this.
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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.
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I understand. [He really does. Bruce is not one for the spotlight himself, either.] Still, you did a great job. It must have been hard doing it all by yourself.
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