~Sunday, July 8, 1928~

YarnKittymon: LB: ::is sitting inside the Freak Show building, sewing furiously; her face is a bright and sickly shade of green, and she's got a pair of antenna to boot::
Hgriffithk: ER: ::is sitting on the floor, marking out patterns onto lengths of fabric::
EM: :: is sitting watching Libby sew grumbling:: This is a new form of humiliation.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::yawns:: They're just costume pieces; the lines don't have to be perfect. ::glances up at Ethan:: Get a scissors and start cutting, please.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::Glares at Libby and stops himself from saying something rude to her, he's in a bad mood. grabs a pair of scissors and starts cutting::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::is sitting with Daniel, looking rather bored::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::was recently chastized for playing with a pile of braid for a costume, so is now laying on the floor, also bored, his tail twitching::
Hgriffithk: ER: ::slides a pair of scissors across to Becky:: You're not getting away with watching either, you can cut this for me ::tosses the fabric she'd finished with::
SP00KY One:
((did they have sweat shops back then?))
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: What fun. You know i'm not really the costume making type
YarnKittymon: : ::the Freak Show signs have been painted over by now, replaced by green letters reading "Not in My Backyard"))
YarnKittymon: ((Oh yes, though unions started to stop that in the 1910s))
Hgriffithk: ER: ::makes a face at Becky:: You don't have to be - just follow the lines.
SP00KY One:
MV: :::walks in and stops. Turns around to make sure she came into the right place.:::: Ummm. :::turns back around::: Did I miss something? ::puts her hands on her hips:: Libby, did you start a sweat shop?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::laughs:: that would be better than what we are doing
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blinks at Maeve; her eyelids are a rather darker green, kind of like silent movie stars are made-up (though they usually don't wear non-flesh tones...). Yes, a Martian sweatshop. Can you sew?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::grudgingly starts to cut the fabric:: Say no, or she'll make you help
SP00KY One: MV: :::tries not to laugh::: Umm.. nice outfit. And no, I'm afraid no one was around to teach me the art of sewing. :::looks away:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::brightly:: Would you like to learn? They're just costume pieces. Or you can assemble half a dozen more antenna. Well, a dozen; six pairs.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs, looking up at Becky:: I'm glad I'm furry. I don't gotta sew anything.
SP00KY One: MV: :::shrugs::: Sure. :::sits down next to Libby::: I think it would be safer for all involved if I put together the antenna's. :::pauses::: So what exactly is going on here?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::frowns:: We have to put on a play..
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Makes me wish i could be furry for a while
SP00KY One: MV: :::frowns::: You *have* to put on a play?
YarnKittymon: LB: You feel safe working with wires? ::pointedly:: And you don't *have* to help.
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks at Libby::: I dont mind. Unless you would rather i leave? :::is about to get up:::
Hgriffithk: ER: ::walks suspiciously over to Daniel:: Not so fast, Dan. You can hold these for me ::stacks the finished antenna onto his head, then falls away giggling::
YarnKittymon: LB: No, please; I really do need all the help I can get. I just hate to have anyone here who doesn't want to be. ::glares at Ethan::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::looks rather puzzled; sneezes, and all the antenna fall right off::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::just rolls his eyes::
Hgriffithk: ER: ::collapses into more laughter::
SP00KY One:
MV: :::nods::: oooh. :::plops back down and makes herself comfortable::: So how does this work?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Aw, poor Dan
YarnKittymon: DN: ::picks up the antenna and sets them on the stage, getting some fur onto them::
YarnKittymon: LB: How does what work? Libby's Sweatshop, or the play?
SP00KY One: MV: both.
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, you sit here and make costumes, and I withhold food until you finish, and berate you or beat you if you do poorly. ::smirks::
SP00KY One: MV: Ha! So i was right! this is a sweat shop! ::looks around::; Where do you have the others stashed?
YarnKittymon: LB: Others?
SP00KY One: MV: Yeah, you know, the other 50 immigrants.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blinks, then smiles:: Oh, they won't be here 'til Monday. We begin casting then, and hope to start performances before the end of the week. Don't worry about memorizing the script; it's quite easy.
SP00KY One: MV: :::squints at Libby::: Whoa, back it up there. What script? Who said anything about a script? I signed on as a laborer, not an actor, and while I wouldnt mind, just whats in the script?
YarnKittymon: LB: Mr. Orion Hansel wrote a script. Well, most of it; he's still finishing. It's about misunderstood Martians who land on Earth.
SP00KY One: MV: neat.
YarnKittymon: LB: Anyway, memorizing the script won't be any problem, thanks to Mr. Hanson's talents.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::looks at Libby:: I don't know why your in make up and costume when we're not putting on the play yet.
YarnKittymon: LB: If you call my painting clothes a costume...::pauses, absently touching her antenna:: Oh. You never told me how you thought it looked--Martian enough?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::nods:: yeah you could pull it off.
SP00KY One: MV: ::pouts:: Who says martians are green anyway? They could look just like us you know. :::tries to make one of the antenna's but has no clue what she is doing:::
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, that's not what the people will pay to see.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::picks up an antenna and brings it over to Maeve to show her a finished product::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles at Ethan:: Which character will you be?
SP00KY One: MV: :::smiles at Daniel::: Thanks.
Hgriffithk: ER: ::seeminly oblivous to everyone else, hums a tune to herself as she sits in the corner sewing::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::ties off the thread on the cape she's sewing and snaps it off with her teeth, then picks up the pieces Ethan cut out; starts pinning them together::
SquirtLaWort: EM: I don't know I don't really want to be a Martian.
YarnKittymon: LB: Oh, but you'd look so nice in green. Well, perhaps I'll be the romantic female lead, and you can be the Earth man she falls in love with. Although we'd have to make sure the make-up won't come off when we kiss...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::to no-one in particular:: There's no way you'd get me dressing in green
SP00KY One: MV: :::starts putting together the antenna's:::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::gives Libby a strange look, can't tell if she's kidding or not.:: Well only if that Hanson guy wants it to be that way
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks at Ethan; then, to Becky:: Are you sure? Perhaps you could do it without make-up...
SP00KY One: MV: Well there has to be some humans in this play too right? so not everyone will be in green?
YarnKittymon: LB: Oh, yes, scores of humans. Frankly, I don't know how any of the actors will make a profit--I'm not sure what cut Mr. Hanson is taking for himself. The only person who may come out ahead on this, for all I know...is me!
SP00KY One: MV: :::finishes one antenna and sticks it on the top of her head before moving on to another one:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles at Maeve:: I think you'll be green, though.
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods:: I wouldn't have it any other way
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::walks into the freak show building without knocking::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::after a moment, softly:: How is your family doing? ::doesn't notice Orion::
SquirtLaWort: OR: This is wonderful! Libby, you look great. And I see you're all working hard.
SP00KY One: MV: :::looking down at her work, she shrugs her shoulders::: Their ok. Alex has stopped mourning and is curiously happy. My sister is keeping an eye on him and I just needed a break from all of the :::pauses:: silence and depression
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks curiously at the man who just walked in:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles at Orion:: I wouldn't have it any other way.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::to Maeve:: Well, not a bit of that here. If you listen you can hear the screams from Steeplechase Park in here. ::pauses, looking down::
SP00KY One: MV: :::frowns and thinks to herself 'didn't I just say that?':::
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::realizes he just walked into a serious conversation and feels a bit uncomfertable::
SP00KY One: MV: :::is now staring suspiciously at the man who just walked in, waiting for someone to clue her in on who he is::::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::stands, looking around at everyone:: This is Orion Hanson, our playwright, and, erm, line coach.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs at the stranger:: Hi.
SP00KY One: MV: Ah the person who is funding the sweat shop. Nice to meet you. :::goes back to work:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blushes, though it's quite hard to see under her make-up:: He's funding nothing.
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::blinks wondering if the cat really did just talk, laughs at Maeve:: Yes, and I'm glad to see you all working on making the costumes for the play. Are any of you going to be auditioning for the play?
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks really confused::: Then how.. isnt he... :::sighs::: nevermind
SP00KY One: MV: ::leans over and whispers into Libby's ear::: Does he know what we are? and if he isn't putting this show on who is?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::whispers back to Maeve:: He's a freak too. I'm letting him use the building for a percentage of the ticket sales, but he's not fronted any capital--just a mostly-finished script.
SP00KY One: MV: oh. :::sits back and finishes working, keeping one eye trained on the new guy:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::to Orion:: I hope they'll all audition, though you'd best find understudies, Mr. Hanson.
SquirtLaWort: OR: Yes that's probably best.
YarnKittymon: LB: But it shouldn't be too difficult to have anyone play any role, really, if everyone has the full script memorized...
SquirtLaWort: OR: Oh no, not difficult at all. But I'd like to meet your friends what are their names?
YarnKittymon: LB: The one who looks ready to stab someone with his scissors is Ethan. Becky is the other one who's not thrilled. Daniel is the cat, and Erin's in the corner working. And Maeve is the one turning into a Martian.
SquirtLaWort: OR: Very good. So they all use to work here in the freak show?
SP00KY One: MV: ::just as Libby said that, Maeve stuck another antenna on her head and smiled up at the stranger:::
YarnKittymon: LB: Yes, until the police stopped it.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::more soberly:: We'll have to be careful, that none of this looks in the least like a freak show, or we'll be sent to jail.
SP00KY One: MV: :::finishes another antenna and adds that to the two already on her head::: I'm a different breed of martian. ::snickers to herself:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::in response to libby:: What a cheering thought, eh?
SP00KY One: MV: I guess that rules out any special effects.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: And talking cats.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs::
LB: If we had public opinion on our side, we could use a few tricks anyway. But I think people are sort of against us.
YarnKittymon: LB: Good, because they'll be watching us. The police, I mean. ::sits down and starts sewing again::
SP00KY One: MV: Darn, I was hoping the martian nation could wipe out the humans with fire.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::to Maeve:: I don't think we could really manage that without wiping out the building too
SP00KY One: MV: :::ties a few of the antenna wires together and makes a really long martian antenna::: This is true. But it was just a thought.
SquirtLaWort: EM: Yeah that's all we need another disastor
SP00KY One: MV: ::mumbles::: With me around you might just get that.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks down, frowning::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs when the antenna touches his head; bites at it::
SP00KY One: MV: :::softly:: the funeral is on the twelth by the way.
SquirtLaWort: EM: I would go but I'm sure Alex wouldn't want me to.
SP00KY One: MV: ::gives Daniel a small smile and dangles the antenna in front of him:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: We'll not start the show until at least the 13th, then. ::looks up at Ethan, puzzled::
SP00KY One: MV: I hope thats not a Friday.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::bats at the wire, claws out; one gets stuck::
SquirtLaWort: OR: Well I need to make some ajustments to the script and that will leave enough time
SP00KY One: MV: ::giggles and tugs at it gently:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::counts on her fingers:: I think...
SquirtLaWort: EM: What happens on Friday?
SP00KY One: MV: :::shakes her head::: Nothing.
SquirtLaWort: OR: Oh we can't have the play then it'll have to be the next day. That's bad luck.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blinks:: Friday is one of our busy days!
SP00KY One: MV: :::is entranced by the antenna bobbing up and down:::
Quantum Catz: BM: Unlucky Friday the 13th ::chuckles::
SquirtLaWort: OR: I can't take that chance.
SquirtLaWort: EM: It's just a silly supersition.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::finally unsnags his claw, and watches the antenna as well, his expression not unlike Maeve's::
Hgriffithk: ER ::still quite content sewing::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::finally dives at the antenna, but this time, he misses, and can't stop skidding; knocks into Erin::
YarnKittymon: LB: What are you going to do on Friday, then? Stay at home in bed?
SP00KY One: MV: ::tries not to laugh but fails:::: Hs ha ha!
Hgriffithk: ER: ::pushes Dan away gently, then picks up her needle again::
SP00KY One:
MV: :::the ball at the end falls off and rolls across the floor towards Orion::: Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at libby, grinning:: Hide from the ghosties and ghoulies of course
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::looks over at Erin and Dan tring not to laugh:: Well I have had the worst things happen on Friday the 13th, so I don't want to do anything that has a chance of going horribly wrong.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::chases the ball, but when he pounces, winds up going for Orion's shoelace instead::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Orion disbelievingly:: Oh come on, it's just another day like all the others ::sees Dan and chuckles::
Hgriffithk: ER: :finally looks up:: I have a friend whose bithday was on a friday 13th. She got a black cat as a present. That wasn't so unlucky, although I do think it was later involved in a traffic accident...
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs pathetically::
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods::: I dont think i will leave the house on Friday.
Hgriffithk: ER: Well, I certainly wouldn't make any life-changing business ventures on such a day, though.
OR: ::backs away from Dan, hoping he won't ponce on him:: Yes see, you may think it's just another day but if we put on the play that day and something awful happens don't say I didn't warn you.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::wryly:: I don't think anything can happen that's much worse than normal round here
YarnKittymon: LB: Perhaps not....I'm not superstitious, but if everyone refuses to perform, there's nothing I can do...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::is cutting fabric, dosen't look up:: It dosen't matter to me, things usually go wrong around here anyways.
YarnKittymon: LB: I wish you were lying, Ethan...
SP00KY One: MV: :::frowns and stares at a spot on the floor, feeling more then a little responisble for all the chaos:::
SquirtLaWort: EM: Sorry, I wish it were a lie too.
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, never mind that. Our luck will change. Right, Mr. Hanson?
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::wonders if the building is bad luck:: I hope so, all this talk of bad thing going on here makes me a little worried, but this play will be easy and fun to put on. So I'm think our luck will change for the better.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirking:: But if you have any charms, you might bring them.
SP00KY One: MV: :::sticks the wire piece into the ball and then wraps two more wires around the first wire, making arms and legs. Walks it around like a little minature martians::: The martians are here! run!! :::amuses herself:::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs, then pauses:: They look kinda like mice.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::tilts her head at Maeve's creations:: Mice?
SP00KY One: MV: Then I guess they are mice from outerspace. Either that or Daniel is hungry for mice.
YarnKittymon: DN: ::mrrs, ears back:: Well, they're little...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quickly:: There's no mice in here, Mr. Hanson, not even before Daniel joined us.
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::laughs:: it's okay Libby this building is wonderful. Don't get yourself too worked up.
SP00KY One: MV: :::builds a little cage::: Now they are caged mice martians.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::grins:: I think you may be bad luck, Mr. Hanson; no one's doing any work anymore. Except Erin...
SP00KY One: MV: :::picks up one of them and holds the ball in one hand and with the other creates a tiny little flaim that makes three burn marks on the head. they look like three eyes::: There we go.
Hgriffithk: ER: ::looks up distractedly::
Quantum Catz:
BM: ::grins:: Come on Erin, take a break already
SP00KY One: MV: I was only kidding when I said it was a sweat shop.
Hgriffithk: ER: ::streches:: I don't mind - really I enjoy it. Something, calming about it ::smiles::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks:: Come on; we can go out for ice-cream if you'd like.
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::nods:: It's okay to take a break. Ice Cream would be good.
SP00KY One: MV: :::throws everything down and jumps up::: Chocolate1
Hgriffithk: ER: ::grins:: But ice-cream is always better ::gets up::
Quantum Catz:
BM: ::grins:: Great, sugar!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::picks up her purse, then pauses:: I'd best go wash this make-up off, first. ::pauses again:: I *hope* it comes off....
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Great advertising for the play if it doesn't
JopDance: jm: ::walks in:: Hi everyone
YarnKittymon: LB: Good day, Earth woman.
JopDance: jm: ::smiles:: Libby, why are you all green?
SP00KY One: MV: She was abducted by martians and they turned her green.
YarnKittymon: LB: Libby? Who is Libby? I am Rlenthial the Martian maiden.
JopDance: jm: ::laughs:: All right, Rlenthial, what are you doing on earth?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::wipes her eyes; the make-up doesn't smear:: I came to explore, to meet the natives, but they attacked us...I fear there will never be peace between my people and yours...
Quantum Catz: BM: So now she's joining our gang of freaks
JopDance: jm: ::shakes her head in mock sympathy:: That's too bad. And now your stuck with the lot of us. I think you'd be better off with your attackers.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::glances at Ethan, smirking:: But I'm afraid I've fallen in love with a man-freak....::laughs:: Really; I'd best wash this off, or I may *really* be arrested. ::heads to the bathroom::
SquirtLaWort: EM: :laughs:
SP00KY One: MV: :::dances around chanting::: chocolate, chocolate chocolate
Quantum Catz: BM: Chocolate and ice-cream together
Quantum Catz: BM: ::grins::
JopDance: jm: ::smiles:: Now really, what's going on? Is it a new Freakshow idea?
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::walks up to Jasmine:: I'm Orion Hanson, I've rented this Building to put on a play and Libby and the other are helping makeing costumes.
Quantum Catz: BM: Well, we were anyway
JopDance: jm: ::smiles and extends her hand:: Well that sounds like fun, Mr. Hanson. Too bad I know nothing about sewing.
SP00KY One: MV: Neither do I. I was making antennas.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::comes out a few minutes later, her face still a faint green, with pink underneath, as though she's been scrubbing hard::
JopDance: jm: ::to Maeve:: Maybe I can help you?...:::turns when Libby comes in:: You can't get it all off?
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods::: Sure, when we get back from getting ice cream.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blushes:: I didn't think it was that noticable...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::cringes:: Well your face is still green.
Quantum Catz: BM: Ah, don't worry about it Libby. It's not that bad
JopDance: jm: Well it's not *very* green...
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, that's good to know, anyway. Though I should have brought in a hobo to test it on first, I guess. ::picks up her purse again:: Are we going?
SP00KY One: MV: :::anxiously:: Yes
JopDance: jm: Where are we getting it from?
SP00KY One: MV: :::heads towards the door, three antennas still attached to her head:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks:: Does it matter? ::takes Ethan's arm::
JopDance: jm: ::quietly:: I guess not.
Hgriffithk: ER: ::nods seriously:: Ice-cream is ice-cream.
EM: ::feels a bit uneasy with Libby at his arm but dosen't say anything::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks up at Ethan for a moment, then lets go; softly:: We need to talk sometime...
SquirtLaWort: EM: Yes, but not now.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: I know. ::goes to the door, opening it:: There's a place with twenty flavors just a couple blocks away. Let's go there.
SP00KY One: MV: :::is the first one out the door:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::jumps up to go::
Hgriffithk: ER: ::follows::
jm: ::follows too::
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::follows everyone out::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::is the last one to leave::

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