[OOM: In dreams.]
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mnt_raphINT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
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Date: 2006-12-05 06:24 am (UTC)That's it Raph, stall. She totally won't see that coming.
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Date: 2006-12-05 06:50 am (UTC)Would it help you to get into costume?
*There are a few encouraging claps coming from along the barre - though only a few, as most of the students are still struggling to hold their legs up. In the corner, Napoleon ill-advisedly tries to clap and balance both and falls flat on his face.*
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Date: 2006-12-06 05:57 pm (UTC)"Yeah, costume might be a good idea."
Why? Because it can't possibly be any worse than being in tights in front of Napoleon.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:19 pm (UTC)I expect you back here in no more than two minutes, in costume, bien? Otherwise I might be inclined to get a tiny bit fachee - and, *she goes on, sweetly,* you wouldn't like me when I'm fachee.
And I think Starbuck is still in there changing too, so if you could tell her that we don't have all day and we are on a schedule, that would be magnifique.
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Date: 2006-12-19 08:53 pm (UTC)He mutters as he turns towards the door and heads back in the direction of the changing rooms. Once he's out of sight he gives in to the temptation and eye rolls as if his very life depends on it.
"YO! Starbuck! Get'cher scrawny ass out to the studio! Else Madame Meg is gonna get all fachee on us. whateverthfuckthatmeans."
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Date: 2006-12-19 08:55 pm (UTC)Is this really necessary?
*under her breath*
I'll fachee her...
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:11 pm (UTC)By this point he's reached his locker, and has begun to dress in his own costume. He waits until after he has his polka-dotted tutu in place before putting on his own set of claws.
"don't see what you got to complain 'bout. 'least you got cast as a guy."
He grumbles as he fights with the bow on his head.
"Gimme a hand, will ya'? We're supposed to go first. You know, be inspirin' to the rest of the class."
Ooh, he lies like a rug.
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:20 pm (UTC)*She stalks over and yanks the bow into place*
Maybe it's escaped your notice, but I'm a woman. So being cast as a guy isn't actually my dream role.
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:34 pm (UTC)He pulls away, and inspects the damage done to his bow in the mirror.
"Really. It ain't you're dream to be a guy? Huh, could'a fooled me."
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:55 pm (UTC)*She readjusts her claws and twitches them around, somehow managing to make them look more like boxing gloves than crustacean appendages*
Are you ready yet?
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Date: 2006-12-19 10:09 pm (UTC)Repeats Raph in a mocking falsetto, which considering the attire is really not flattering in the slightest.
"Yeah. Let's get this frickin' rehearsal over with."
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Date: 2006-12-19 10:31 pm (UTC)We're here, are we done yet?
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Date: 2006-12-19 10:50 pm (UTC)*Meg shakes her head, laughing. The rest of the class are seated, neatly cross-legged in a semi-circle in front of the barre.*
Good one, Starbuck. Fix your claws - we're not boxing here, cherie - and, Raph, you might want to adjust your tights before you do any plies. Eh bien, get into positions - this is opening night! Get in the mood! You're on in five, four, three -
*She picks up a music box with a stuffed monkey on top, and presses a switch.
The monkey clangs its cymbals together three times, and then starts to belt out the theme from Flashdance. Played on an organ.*
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Date: 2006-12-20 01:53 am (UTC)Raph turns his back to the room, more specifically Napoleon, and adjusts as directed.
Once the music box reaches the portion of the song where the lyrics begin, Raph is a powerful, yet delicate Lobster Lady.
Or at least as delicate a Lobster Lady as a guy raised in a sewer could be.
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Date: 2006-12-20 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-20 06:37 am (UTC)Come on, Raph, pick it up, you're not a disease-stricken Lobster Fairy - Starbuck, even when you're not onstage, you should be in character! Is the Lobster Prince drunk? Je ne pense pas.
*Napoleon whispers something in Corsican-accented French to his seatmate, who looks remarkably like Clint Eastwood.
Whatever it is, it's likely insulting.8
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Date: 2006-12-20 08:36 pm (UTC)Mutters the Lobster Princess as he makes his way over towards the mark where the lift is scheduled take place.
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Date: 2006-12-20 09:46 pm (UTC)If I had alcohol...
*She twirls around him and stops in front of him for a series of fouettes that look kind of like kickboxing*
Do I get out of this if I drop you?
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Date: 2007-06-22 03:20 am (UTC)Drop the Lobster Fairy and you're demoted to Sea Slug in the next performance - and you'll be partnered with Pigpen.
*Pigpen perks up hopefully, staring at Starbuck with a lovestruck expression on his face.*
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Date: 2007-06-22 03:25 am (UTC)His arms are out stretched, claws slightly aloft, all in preparation for this lift.
"drop me an' you'll be pickin' grit outta your teeth for a week."
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Date: 2007-06-22 03:29 am (UTC)*She stops behind Raph and puts a claw under his arm and a claw under his leg*
Ready?
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Date: 2007-06-22 03:32 am (UTC)This is the big one. And they will be graded.*