Scott Free (suckithoudini) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-24 13:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | big barda, jade, mikaal tomas, mr. miracle, obsidian |
Who: Scott Free & Company (Open to Barda, Mikaal and Jennie-Lynn)
NPCs: Oberon
What: Rehearsal-- aka more people stare at Scott's butt
Where: Gotham City, NJ
When: Monday, Sept. 24th
Rating: PG.
Jennie's costume was mostly finished by this point-- but needed to be fitted. While Oberon (surprisingly handy with a needle and thread) helped with that off to one side of the stage, Scott had been up in the balcony for the past hour, sitting on the rail with his feet dangling off, thinking. He wore his costume, but not the cape or mask since this wasn't actually a dress rehearsal-- however, he wanted to make sure that everything he had planned he was actually capable of doing in costume, albeit sans cape.
Finally, he pushed off of the railing, aero-discs springing out of his boots, and swooped down from the balcony to the stage.
"I'm going to make my entrance from up there, and come down on the aero-discs. We'll make them look like stairs... I also want to walk over the audience during the intro set." He said, half to the group and half to himself, turning to look out across the theater again. He blinked when he realized he might need to explain his thought process to those who hadn't ever done this before (of which there were quite a few, but they were fast learners). "If we can get the audience to believe in the impossible from the moment the show starts, they'll be tied in for the rest of the performance." Besides, even though some people could fly, it wasn't exactly a common skill-- if they led off with something as big as flying, the audience would wonder where could they go from there? Which is precisely what Scott wanted.
Tilting his head to one side, Scott looked over at Mik, a thought hitting him, "How tall are you?" He asked spontaneously before Oberon called from across the stage.
"Scott! You need to test that water trap we brought up from storage."
"It's fine, Oberon- I inspected it myself."
"Yeah but you haven't gotten in it yet. It could--"
"Right, fine, later." Scott was busy directing, thanks.
Oberon shook his head and glanced up at Jennie, "How's it fit now?"
Scott, meanwhile, returned his attention to Mik, "Sorry, how tall did you say?"