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genessia2018-09-02 11:42 pm
motherbrain) wrote in genessia2018-09-02 11:42 pm
The Ghost of the Musical
WHO: The Cast of "The Ghost of the Musical" and YOU! Open to all!
WHAT: Theshoddy ripoff grand theatrical production that is far superior to those so-called "talented" actors and singers in Phantom of the Opera opens tonight! But what appears to be just an ego project of one of Genessia's grossest residents is actually something far more sinister. Will Mother Brain succeed in gaining a legion of warriors for her growing army? Will the heroes be able to put a stop to her villainous scheme? The show must go on!
WHEN: September 2nd, 2018 - Evening
WHERE: Nova City - Hastily constructed theater which may or may not burn down at the end of the night
NOTES: During the final act, Mother Brain will attempt to brainwash the audience with a hypno ray hidden in the lights, but the attempt will be foiled. This is a one-and-done event!
NOTES #2: There is NO tag order. The more showboating and oneupmanship the characters engage in, the better. Choose additional songs and videos to spice up the tags as you please! You do NOT have to stick to the script!
The smell of sawdust and fresh paint was still strong in the air around the recently completed construction of the Zebulon Theater. It looked far more sturdy than it had when auditions were held to fill the roles of the central characters, but no one in their right mind would have given it any architectural awards. Instead of gorgeous marble pillars, it was held up by concrete pillars painted by what must have been a drunken meth addict to look like Greek art. The flashing neon sign on the roof buzzed noisily every time it lit up, and sputtered. More than a few letters had been knocked out by vandals so it boasted "THE HO T MUS CAL".
And the tickets weren't cheap. Did you expect them to be? Sucker. At least it came with a glossy program of the cast:
King Hippo was stuffed into a tuxedo that seemed like it was on the verge of exploding off of his massive body if he breathed wrong. There were large gaps of exposed bluish skin between each strained button, and the sleeves already had large tears along the sleeves. He showed people to their seats (by rudely shoving them into the right place and yelling "SITCHER BUTT DOWN!") and patrolled up and down the aisles to make sure no one was snooping around where they shouldn't.
It was hard to tell if the orchestra was tuning up or playing an overture suite, but one thing was for sure: no one seated near the orchestra pit was having a good time, and would deeply regret not buying box seats.
Behind the plush curtains, costumers and make-up artists rushed frantically back and forth as Mother Brain barked out orders. An enormous scarlet wig of fat sausage curls and ringlets was lowered onto the top of her jar, fastened by a circlet of iron to keep it in place. A circle of ruffled cloth had been fitted to the bottom of the tank, a lacy train trailing behind her as she rolled across the creaking wooden boards.
"M-M-Mother Brain, there's been a mix-up!" Eggplant Wizard, sporting a tousled toupee of sandy blonde hair that kept drooping in front of his one eye, hustled toward the star of the show. "Th-the fish shop didn't send guppies, they sent real pirahnas! Couldn't you just throw me behind the t-t-tank and I'll say 'Splash!' really loud?"
Mother Brain's eyes narrowed, and a tentacle snaked out from under her wig to catch the purple peon by the waist and hoist him into the air. "You'll stick to the script! Do I make myself clear, Pugface the Tenor? Question me again and I'll make sure the next tank's pirahnas are vegetarian!"
He waved his flabby arms frantically. "Yes, Mother Brain! No complaints!"
She absently tossed him behind her, rolling up to the tiny balding wheezing man who stood high on a ladder, tightening the screws to the row of spotlights.
"And how is the stage lighting coming along, Dr. Wily?"
"All zet, Mozzer Brain. The last act, *wheeze*, vill be a real doozy!"
A wicked smirk stretched across her large ruby lips. Now that's what she liked to see: competence! Little did anyone suspect that Act V really would result in Carlotta conquering this puny little world!
Dr. Wily slid down the ladder and raised his tiny old man arms. "Places, everyvun, places! Zee curtain is going up, *wheeze*, in zixty zeconds!"
Mother Brain cleared her vocalizers and rolled herself out to the middle of the stage as the men and women dressed up as Carlatte's fan brigade moved to surround her with feathered fans and bouquets of flowers.
It was time for the show to begin!
WHAT: The
WHEN: September 2nd, 2018 - Evening
WHERE: Nova City - Hastily constructed theater which may or may not burn down at the end of the night
NOTES: During the final act, Mother Brain will attempt to brainwash the audience with a hypno ray hidden in the lights, but the attempt will be foiled. This is a one-and-done event!
NOTES #2: There is NO tag order. The more showboating and oneupmanship the characters engage in, the better. Choose additional songs and videos to spice up the tags as you please! You do NOT have to stick to the script!
The smell of sawdust and fresh paint was still strong in the air around the recently completed construction of the Zebulon Theater. It looked far more sturdy than it had when auditions were held to fill the roles of the central characters, but no one in their right mind would have given it any architectural awards. Instead of gorgeous marble pillars, it was held up by concrete pillars painted by what must have been a drunken meth addict to look like Greek art. The flashing neon sign on the roof buzzed noisily every time it lit up, and sputtered. More than a few letters had been knocked out by vandals so it boasted "THE HO T MUS CAL".
And the tickets weren't cheap. Did you expect them to be? Sucker. At least it came with a glossy program of the cast:
CARLATTE - Played by Mother Brain
CHRISTA - Played by Ai Mikaze
THE GHOST OF THE MUSICAL - Played by Graverobber
ROLAND - Played by Kaoru Hitachiin
PUGFACE - Played by Eggplant Wizard
MEGGIE - Played by Junko Enoshima
OWNER ONE - Played by Arro Caine
OWNER TWO - Played by Azure
MADAME GIRY - Played by Gale Reinhardt
Also featuring Baldur and Insector Haga
King Hippo was stuffed into a tuxedo that seemed like it was on the verge of exploding off of his massive body if he breathed wrong. There were large gaps of exposed bluish skin between each strained button, and the sleeves already had large tears along the sleeves. He showed people to their seats (by rudely shoving them into the right place and yelling "SITCHER BUTT DOWN!") and patrolled up and down the aisles to make sure no one was snooping around where they shouldn't.
It was hard to tell if the orchestra was tuning up or playing an overture suite, but one thing was for sure: no one seated near the orchestra pit was having a good time, and would deeply regret not buying box seats.
Behind the plush curtains, costumers and make-up artists rushed frantically back and forth as Mother Brain barked out orders. An enormous scarlet wig of fat sausage curls and ringlets was lowered onto the top of her jar, fastened by a circlet of iron to keep it in place. A circle of ruffled cloth had been fitted to the bottom of the tank, a lacy train trailing behind her as she rolled across the creaking wooden boards.
"M-M-Mother Brain, there's been a mix-up!" Eggplant Wizard, sporting a tousled toupee of sandy blonde hair that kept drooping in front of his one eye, hustled toward the star of the show. "Th-the fish shop didn't send guppies, they sent real pirahnas! Couldn't you just throw me behind the t-t-tank and I'll say 'Splash!' really loud?"
Mother Brain's eyes narrowed, and a tentacle snaked out from under her wig to catch the purple peon by the waist and hoist him into the air. "You'll stick to the script! Do I make myself clear, Pugface the Tenor? Question me again and I'll make sure the next tank's pirahnas are vegetarian!"
He waved his flabby arms frantically. "Yes, Mother Brain! No complaints!"
She absently tossed him behind her, rolling up to the tiny balding wheezing man who stood high on a ladder, tightening the screws to the row of spotlights.
"And how is the stage lighting coming along, Dr. Wily?"
"All zet, Mozzer Brain. The last act, *wheeze*, vill be a real doozy!"
A wicked smirk stretched across her large ruby lips. Now that's what she liked to see: competence! Little did anyone suspect that Act V really would result in Carlotta conquering this puny little world!
Dr. Wily slid down the ladder and raised his tiny old man arms. "Places, everyvun, places! Zee curtain is going up, *wheeze*, in zixty zeconds!"
Mother Brain cleared her vocalizers and rolled herself out to the middle of the stage as the men and women dressed up as Carlatte's fan brigade moved to surround her with feathered fans and bouquets of flowers.
It was time for the show to begin!
ACT I - The Rising Star Can't Outshine the Sun
[And PLUNGES, rousing the strings and horns, the roll of a thundering timpani drum. It's better than the previous overture at least, and as the orchestra plays, the curtain rises to reveal a hideous abomination in a wig and dress. She even curled the edges of her long lashes for that extra feminine touch. All around her, people are draped over the stage and fanning her furiously with their palm fronds and feathered fans. She lifts the massive stretch of skin that serves as a 'face' and uncurls a pair of tentacles, opening her wide, crimson mouth.]
[Oh shit she's going to sing.]
Now if you feel that you can't go on!
Because all of your hope is gone!
And your life is filled with much confusion...
Until happiness is just an illusion!
And your world around is crumblin' down!
[For a 'Mother' Brain, her singing voice is a bit. Manly. It's not terrible, and it's definitely hitting all the right notes. But so much for the prima donna being a soprano.]
[Just as she's supposed to start in on the chorus, Pugface the Tenor slides across the stage on his knees, arms spread wide.]
Iiiiiiiii'll be theeeeeeere, with a love that will shelter yoooouuuu!
[Carlatte's face contorts, and she eyes her duet partner with a nasty glare. It's the kind of look Jabba's dancers would see seconds before becoming Rancor chow. And yet, he sings on, chubby purple hand pressed to his chest.]
Iiiiiiiiii'll be theeeeeere, with a love that will see you--
[A tentacle seizes him and flings him across the stage.]
--THROOOOUUUUUGGGHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
[He lands with a noisy splash into a tank of ravenous pirahnas, and the waters boil while Eggplant Wizard screams. A wet toupee falls onto the stage with a wet slap as the tank is wheeled off stage by a pair of Carlatte fans, never to be seen again.]
You'll be over there is more like it! That's the last time you upstage me: the great! The beautiful! The talented Carlatte! I refuse to sing another song until you get me a worthwile tenor, Owner One and Owner Two!
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Did you call for us oh great, beautiful and rather talented Carlatte?
[Azure asked sweetly as well as hopefully loud enough for everyone to hear her words.]
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[A tentacle points off-stage, where Eggplant Wizard's blubbery scream echoes in the rafters.]
That's the last tenor I'll put up with! If you can't find me someone with a voice equal to mine, then I quit!
[The extras in the background gasp and put their hands to their mouths.]
Good luck finding someone to take my place. Carlatte is out!
[Sassily she rolls away.]
ACT II - The Mysterious Teacher Appears
[The scene is very authentic because the smell of real sewer water starts to fill the stage.]
[That's because there's a trap door that goes straight to the sewer where a stagehand gestures to Graverobber and tells him this is where he'll punt Christa after setting her on fire with the flamethrower.]
[Good luck with that, Ai.]
Re: ACT II - The Mysterious Teacher Appears
He sings out like his fucking soul is on the line. Every ounce of grit, charisma, and vocal ability is on the line. His throat is going to probably be bleeding tomorrow. He does not care. He's gonna make this fucking count.
And then, when his dramatic flamethrower scene happens, he unleashes that shit with the collected calm of the most ice cold assassin in the world. In reality, he's a little surprised that they're using actual fire, but whatever. It fucking rocks.
When Christine goes tumbling back into the river, still burning to a crisp in the sewage-ridden water, he takes out a pair of sunglasses and drops them onto his face as if to say 'Fuck yeah, I'm so cool'.
It looks a little stupid, since the sunglasses are sitting on top of a half-mask, but still. It's fucking badass. He swishes his cape and walks away flashing the 'rock on' sign as he goes.]
ACT III - Rivals
"I am the only one who can sing of your beautyyyyyy"
"Ditch these losersss, make me your honeybuuuuunnnn..."
"Carlatte my loooooove..."
*Incompetent Recorder Music*
[Carlatte sweeps them all away with a mighty swipe that sends them flying across the stage.]
Mm mm mm, NONE of you are good enough for the likes of me. Now where am I supposed to find a tenor who can complement my glorious beauty and talent?
[The stage rotates, revealing piles of garbage. The audience also needs to know the fate of Christa and see what happens to those who try to upstage Mother Brain!]
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"Madame" Giry drops his skirt and flamboyantly opens his arms and speaks... except that is very clearly a woman's voice coming from that mouth. The wonders of having a voice changer installed in his throat.]
Oh, Carlatte, darling~! Surely you must understand how difficult it is to find someone to perfect to pair with your... [He looks Mother Brain up and down, trying his hardest not to laugh.] exquisite talent and beauty?
[Luckily, hamming it up to maximum is doing a good job of keeping him from laughing on stage. Also hiding the lower half of his face with the fan does a great job of masking any broad grinning.]
But alas, honey, someone of equal talent may run the risk of outshining you. Lest we end up with another corpse in the basement, you know.
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[Mother Brain snatches up a fan of her own, fluttering it uselessly at her jar. It does nothing to enhance any aspect of femininity.]
There's no one that can outshine someone with my voice! Get rid of these foolish failures!
[The few tenors that were trying to sneak offstage freeze in place, looking warily between Carlatte and Giry. Mother Brain shoots them a cold look. This is what happens to people who are too slow to obey their stage directions!]
INTERMISSION
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The sheer incompetence... is absolutely astounding. Gods, slay me now.
[Because what do you mean he isn't allowed to leave?!]
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[Takeru was here because well in part he was bored. The other because he somehow ended up being someone who was going to review it, see how that line of possible work would go. At least to a step up toward better things.]
But you can smell the water from here.
ACT IV - Carlatte Conquers France
ACT V - The Finale