Clarice is working with portals (lostinexile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-23 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), leonard mccoy |
"Totally true too. Mostly, I see people naked."
Who: Clarice and McCoy
What: Running into each other. Literally. And then discussing plays.
Where: A street
When: Thursday Night
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for redneck trucks and playing doctor
The show had gone well, for an opening. Attendance had been lighter than she'd hoped for, but still higher than usual. She was in full costume as Dogberry, still, as she made her way home, and crossed the street.
The King of the Lab had just pulled a longer shift than usual, sorting out the cause of death for what was probably going to be classed as a murder, but he wasn't close enough to the case to make the call himself. Anyway, this boiled down to an exhausted Leo McCoy as he made his way home, fighting to keep his eyes open,especially because his truck, a redneck's wet dream, was noticeable by cops and such.
Clarice saw the lights out of the corner of her eyes. Normally agile, the constume was constrictive as she tried to move out of the way!
McCoy stopped short, seeing someone in a...what WAS the costume exctly? Either way, he pulled up short, narrowly missing hitting them, and even then he couldn't be sure, and was hopping out of the truck to rush around. "Hey! Are you okay? Sorry I didn't notice..."
Her heart was racing as she picked herself up. Her costume resembled that, and she had a hand pressed to her chest as she stared at him like he was crazy. Or she was crazy, "I think I need to faint."
"Yeah, I'm guessing nearly gettin' run over by a crazed redneck's ugly truck'll do that to you." McCoy came over to give her a hand and check her out. "Hey, I'm a doctor., You feeling okay? Nothing broken? Oh wow." he said, when he noticed something ELSE. "You're not actually a sad clown painting after all. There's a relief. Didn't want to think I'd be seeing that crying in my dreams forever." The accent was a little stronger than usual since he'd been worried. "How about we find someplace with a bench, and I'll dig out my kit to make sure you're all right?"
Sad clown painting? Well that had been the look she had been going for, so Clarice was inordinately pleased, "Thank you! That..yeah. That would be a good idea." Of course this could be a PLAN to take advantage of her, but she was too shaken to care right now. Besides, she carried mace.
It could be, which was why McCoy was avoiding the 'come into my car litlte girl, I have candy' routine, and instead grabbed his emergency kit from under the seat and stepped out. Luckily, there was a bench nearby and the street wasn't insanely busy so for the moment, he could concentrate on the patient. Not that he'd had a live one in a while. "So I’m guessing you're an actor." he told her, with a little nod. "Cause I'm hoping that's not the kind of get up you'd wear everywhere but I'm betting it looks great onstage." He had a flashlight now and was checking for concussion. "Okay, can you follow the light for me? I'm Leo McCoy by the way."
Clarice laughed, "I do work at the theatre nearby." She was more shaken up than physically injured, though there was some scrapes on her hands. She followed the light with her eyes, "Clarice."
"Let's see, all that looks normal." McCoy started studying her for anything else. "Did you fall on anything? Really sorry about that by the way. Wandering mind's no excuse for near killing a lady."
"Just a little scraped up, it'll sting for a day or two." She tried to smile at him reassuring, "No harm done and lesson learned."
"Fair enough." McCoy straightened and got up. "So, you're doing...what exactly in a costume like that? Beckett? Or..." he squinted a little, thinking.
"Dogberry," She corrected him.
"So no waiting around for Godot." he grinned,. "Shakespeare then. Impressive. Cant say I've ever seen it done, but everybody tells me that I should."
"Tell you what, you can make up for nearly hitting me by buying a ticket for yourself and a friend to come to Much Ado About Nothing next week. We'll be running it for three weeks." Clarice grinned at him.
"I think I can manage that." McCoy wasn't sure who of his friends would appreciate it most but he'd get one of them. "Shakespeare's supposed to be fun after all. How can I not share that?" Maybe Jim, even. And if he found somebody he could bring...Okay, so he'd still need to round up a date for himself but...
That got him a hug. Clarice got huggy when people appreciated the thing she loved. And especially when they wanted tickets. She needed to find a way to drum up interest...
"Hey. What would you think about a play where the cast was naked? Like ....a play on words. Naked vunerability. But taken literally."
She'd have to get Pete some free tickets if she ever got the go ahead for this idea.
"Naked, what, like in Hair..."McCoy started, then considered. "Well, I'm a doctor, not an English Major but I'm getting what you're saying. I think that could work."
"Kind of. But the whole play. Maybe as social commentary on peoples' vunerability in this day and age."
"Nice." McCoy nodded at that. "Totally true too. Mostly, I see people naked." There was a long pause there, then he slapped his forehead. "Oh that sounded very creepy old pervert. Sorry. I'm in forensics."
Clarice glanced at him in alarm, then in relief, "That was old creepy pervert, yes. So see a lot of bodies?"
"Oh yeah. The whole thing I'm aiming for, I guess, is that when you're there, waiting in a drawer and all, ultimate vulnerability." McCoy nodded firmly. "Kinda sad and scary having it all laid out like that."
Clarice tilted her head, thinking about it, "What if the entire play revolves around a corpse?"
"I could see it..." McCoy said, after a minute to think about it. "Sort of everyone just free to do what they want, leaving the dead person at other people's mercy...Powerful stuff."
"I could just lay there. Through out the whole play." Clarice was getting into this idea, "Start with the corpse in the street, after being shot or hit by a car. The play goes on around the body. And it's there, in every scene. On the road, in the morgue, at the funeral."
"That would be pretty interesting." McCoy gave her a little nod. "I'm liking the way you think."
Clarice grinned, "Would it be irony if the corpse was clothed but everyone else is naked? Not that I'm afraid of flashing some skin."
McCoy snickered at that. "Perfect" he proclaimed. "I love it."
"Thank you. I'll talk to everyone and see if we can come up with something and see how it goes." Clarice's eyes were glimmering. She really did have no problem with flashing skin, but to play a convincing corpse? To make people forget she was a person and not a prop? That was a challenge. The only thing comparable would be being a doll, and that was a different sort of challenge.
It sort of would be, wouldn't it. "You'll have to keep me posted." McCoy said, giving her a nod. "If that actually comes to pass, I'd like to see what you come up with."
"Thank you, Leo." Clarice got to her feet, "I should get home and get this costume cleaned up." Maybe, if in lighting she liked it a little dirty she might just leave it.
"And I should make sure nobody's slashed my tires." McCoy agreed. "I'll try to catch you when I come to see the show."
Giving him a smile, Clarice started off, walking down the street. A light flickered overhead, but she didn't seem to notice it, her mind far far away.
And McCoy made his way back to the redneck horror mobile, which at least wasn't painted orange with a confederate flag, he'd gone through that stage in high school and was way over it now that he was out of Georgia, thinking about the play and who he might drag along. He wasn't sure yet, but he had a feeling Jim might be into Shakespeare.
It could be a bro-date!
Bro-Dates were awesome., and it had been a while. Bro-date it would be!
Just no brocest.
Definitely no brocest. Spock would kill him if he tried anything!