swerval_zero: (shh I'm studying/writing Zero)
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Once again, Zero's door was propped open with the brick. She's not working on the play now, though. She has her headphones on (so loud the lyrics can probably be heard from the hallway) and is writing something in a notebook.

It might be that romance novel she was working on in the library the other day. Who knows?

((Opened for someone specific, but anyone is welcome.))

Date: 2006-02-28 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Which is so, so, so crazy. It could happen here, that's how bad it is. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?


Because you're a freak! Freak! FREAAAAAAK!"

Parker took a breath, then went back to Guy Who Can Fly voice, with folded arms and pouty face:

"I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.
And I ask you, how many henchman does he need?"

Date: 2006-02-28 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Of course there was a gremlin in my order. Best lockpickers in the business. Plus, they're easy to appease with Twinkies." Parker whapped herself with her printed-out pages. "Oh, I can tell this play is going to unhinge me by the end. Following --her womb then rich with my young squire,--
Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.
And can you get any plainer, saner, and fairer than that? Lee was saying it was just an excuse to let Oberon stalk her. Which, if so? Very, very weird. Nice way to care, swipe your wife's foster kid to show you love her."

Date: 2006-02-28 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker re-assumed her Majestic Voice, and said: "Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round
And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
Could she be more fair? Jeez. Don't start a fight, don't pick on my henchwomen, don't show up drunk, and it's all good. Otherwise, skive off, husband."

She re-assumed the Oberon mimicry, with hands on hips and puffed-out chest: "Give me that boy, and I will go with thee."

Date: 2006-02-28 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"I fear being chidden. Really. The last time someone chided me, I let the air out of his tires. Sydney never tried that again, let me tell you."

"Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.
Injury? INJURY? I'm going to injure him, he keeps this up.
My gentle Puck, come hither."
Parker bounded over to Zero, and tried to imitate Angel at his broodiest. Not entirely well.

"Thou rememberest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.


This guy has way too much time on his hands."

Date: 2006-02-28 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Because Oberon is a glory hound? Here, take some of his, and I'll be the Kickass Ninja. I'm sure this is where she makes her appearance."

Date: 2006-02-28 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Pffftttttt." Parker assumed a karate stance, and kicked up and above Zero's head. "Oberon! I come from the Queen! She hath some business with thy henchman. Puck, do follow to another corner of this glade, that I might converse with you in security."

Date: 2006-02-28 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Mine either, but it's in the production. So as professionals, we have to adapt." Parker jumped on the bed, then bounced a few times, and finally flipped off of it, landing in a crouch. "My Mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun-- and she doth wish to know, are you the one?"

Date: 2006-02-28 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Why to save us from the child most foul
My mistress would give him to your kind of all,
and take you as a courtier,
but that a promise made doth bind her
to keep the brat around.
Okay, I can't rhyme worth a damn. Think you that a merry trick
would make all glad, and your false lord sad?"


Parker examined a non-existent knife, then frowned. "Maybe Vala should meet Miho before she starts doing this part."

Date: 2006-02-28 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Point."

"Danger from his fangs of fun
Ruin from the temper of a Hun
Therefore, to Oberon we give, and
he, unbound from vow
May change him to a cow
Or give him to a sow
We don't care how
But that the changeling boy
Be taken far from our joy.
It's as plausible as what Shakespeare came up with, you've got to admit."

Parker did another spin-kick, but aimed it at the bed, not Zero this time.

Date: 2006-02-28 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"He must what? Never mind, I can't talk."

Parker assumed one last pose, then said, "Be it so, we shall forgive.
The child elsewhere must live.
Come, Puck, us to plot and twine
and every trick tod undermine.
Or something."

Parker grinned. "End scene?"

Date: 2006-02-28 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker yawns back at her. "Total agreement. Later, sprite. I go, I go, look how I go." And she headed for the door.

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