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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
welliwont:
==HEADS UP PEOPLE!!! THE NEXT SCENE (AFTER THIS ONE FINISHES) IS:
SCENE # 17 - THE SWITCH-OFF
WOULD THE FOLLOWING PLAYERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE SET:
Jack (of course!)
Ennis (natch!)
Low Startle Point Horse
Cigar Butt
Jack’s Pants
Ennis’ Pants
Jack’s cigarette
Ennis’ cigarette
Sun and Moon
THE FOLLOWING CAST MEMBERS ARE ON STAND-BY ALERT IN CASE OF IMPROV:
Warsh Rag
Olivia Owl
Lucy the Blue Heeler
Mika The Musical Dumass Mule
Dumass Mule #27
Peeing Sheep
The Fly
Young Whiskey Bottle
any other thespian who cares to jump in==
CD JT
David:
%% As Jacks' Zipper, I wonder if I should make straining noises whenever he gets an erection? Nah! He's 19 yrs old. That would be every 10 minutes! %%
welliwont:
--- Quote from: DavidinHartford on June 26, 2006, 07:53:12 pm ---%% As Jacks' Zipper, I wonder if I should make straining noises whenever he gets an erection? Nah! He's 19 yrs old. That would be every 10 minutes! %%
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**That's ok, we don't mind! ;) :D :-***
Brown Eyes:
**Well, here I am. Hope I haven't missed anything crucial... since I'm not quite sure where we're starting. I'll give y'all a 2-for-1 sun/ moon combo-special. Enjoy!!**
alec716:
(( From his offset hideaway, TERRY CLOTH hears the CONTINUITY DIRECTOR's call for standby and improv and contemplates heeding it. His spirituality renewed by his recent intimate encounter with a stony-faced BUDDHA STATUE, TERRY CLOTH offers up a prayer a thanks that the BetterMostians have not opened his fate to public debate in the Polling Place. ))
(( Having discovered the site of TERRY CLOTH's hidden Golden Rack perch, GENTLE BREEZE wafts over the B.A.M. set and heads toward the still-hesitant TERRY CLOTH. Slowly, and with great feeling, TERRY CLOTH presses his fabric face into GENTLE BREEZE and breathes in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of FENG SHUI DIRECTOR's candles and incense but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of B.A.M. of which nothing was left but the Golden Rack that held him. ))
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