[OOM: In dreams.]
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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: 2006-12-20 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.*