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::
SquirtLaWort:
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::
YarnKittymon: 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.
SquirtLaWort:
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.
SquirtLaWort:
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::
JopDance: jm:
::follows too::
SquirtLaWort: OR: ::follows everyone out::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::is the last one to leave::
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