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]

[... 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.]

[penduli]

I'm going to make you a dress out of glitter, tulle, and ribbons in their honor.

[ ...he says this so seriously. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

Will I be able to move in it? Like, if I need to fight someone.

[penduli]

[ ... ]

No, but you wouldn't be able to move in a dress like that anyway, unless I made it short. [ Given that her fighting is usually a lot of movement. ...wait. ] You were planning on fighting someone in it?

[captainobnoxious]

Just in case. I don't wanna catch my death looking good, no matter what bombshell might think.

[So yes, make it short.]

[penduli]

[ ... ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[captainobnoxious]

[... She might end up wearing it to their eventual confrontation with KM, you never know.]

Good. So, short, whatever color you want, and nothing that dangles. That's my minimum. I'm looking forward to the kind of thing you make for me, kitten.

[penduli]

[ What would his parents think of him.

Is this what would've happened if he hadn't been born with psi powers?? Would he have picked up a bunch of hobbies??? ]

I'll do my best.

[captainobnoxious]

[Yes.

She'll give his hair another ruffle before moving away, then, time to let the others get at him now]

Just bring it by bombshell's room when you're done with it, because chances are that's where I'll be. Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame!

[penduli]

I will. [ ...mostly...

being the center of attention is refreshing and kind of nice, he's going to be exhausted at some point though. #introvertrep ]