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

[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!

[captainobnoxious]

[............. She's drawing him away with the most disappointed look.]

Why would you take it out?

[penduli]

Miss Sigrun, what did we learn this week?

[captainobnoxious]

That we're all dead meat and it's every man for himself. Bloodshed bad, story about a young woman tricking man and coming out on top with no deaths whatsoever good.

[penduli]

That's right. [ She gets a pat on the arm. Good job, leader. ] I'll tell you the original's story when we're not all potentially dying.

[captainobnoxious]

[He's getting a hell of a hair ruffle.]

Sure, sure. Is that dress of yours comfortable? Like, temperature wise. You're not too hot or cold in it?

[penduli]

[ GGhhh that actually feels pretty nice after wearing a wig. ]

...yeah? [ ... ] I get cold easily, so I'm a little chilly, but otherwise it's fine.

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

Do you, uh... Do you think you could make me one, then? I mean, just to wear around. I guess. Since my outfit's seriously not suited for anything but the cold. Doesn't have to be anything really... nice or anything like that.

[penduli]

[ ... ]

I can try? [ If it's nothing fancy then... maybe...? ] If you really want one.

[captainobnoxious]

I'm literally dying every morning because habit dictates I dress myself for winter when this place is way above that. I'd very much appreciate something like that.

[And if she puts it out like that, then she maybe won't feel awkward about wearing one in the first place! It's functional. Practical. Stuff like that.]

[penduli]

You're going to look beautiful in it, Miss Sigrun.

[ ...JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[UUUURGH DON'T SAY IT HE'S GETTING A NOOGIE.]

There's only a handful of people who could've gotten away with that and they're all dead!

[penduli]

[ THIS IS SO WORTH IT!!!! SO WORTH IT. ]

Maybe you should think about adding someone alive to that. [ That someone being him!! ]

[captainobnoxious]

No way! You'll end up dead too.

[It's a curse, apparently, to be an exception for her.]

[penduli]

[ ...aw... ]

I promise I won't.

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

Thought's nice, sweetheart, but don't make promises you're not sure you can keep. I've learned my lesson about taking anyone's word to heart there.

[penduli]

I never do. [ He's... letting himself have a little hope here. ] I'm sure we'll be fine. We have been for weeks now, haven't we?

[ At the cost of other people's lives, but— ]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Mettaton'd been fine for weeks too, you know, but she won't say it. Might be clear in how she kinda looks away though.]

Yeah. And hopefully that trend stops now. [...] Tell you what -- you make me that dress and I'll let you say whatever you want about me in it. So long as neither of us end up dead in the end.

[penduli]

[ He sees that looking away; he's gonna lean against her instead. ]

Sure thing. I'll start tomorrow. What color do you want?

[captainobnoxious]

[Black... leaning first! Don't mind if she wraps an arm around you, bud.]

Not sure. It's just for practical use, so I don't mind whatever color you'd... think would look nice on me, I guess?

[penduli]

[ 'course not, do as you please ]

You'd look nice in any color. [ Hmm... ] Hot pink? To match your stilettos.

[ and dead boyfriend ]

[captainobnoxious]

[... not sure if want, because that reminds her of mettaton's masquerade outfit and boy what she wouldn't give to dance with him again]

Wouldn't mind whatever you choose.

[penduli]

[ ...black would be nice, too, but that's far too much like a mourning gown.

White? ...hmm. She already wears a lot of white though...

Red? ...that might go well with her hair. ]

Leaving it all up to one person's not really the best idea, you know.

[captainobnoxious]

Why not? You know better than I do, and honestly I'd rather have you putting together something over pigtails or bombshell. They would've gone all out.

[And that would be the Worst.]