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[teamposts]

[The Alchemist’s Apprentice claps her hands and divides everyone into their teams. Then curtains fall around each group, completely cutting off all noise from the outside, as a piece of paper falls into the middle of the group, your prompt written on it. Right after the paper, a good dozen boxes full of every kind of costume you could want for this production follows, including team uniforms of the other teams, costumes to dress like the portraits, silly props, and anything else that you may think you need.]

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[goodbyenurse]

Books, shelving and the like. I understand.

[She unceremoniously dumps out the contents of the first box and begins to sort it--things which cannot be use to the play go back into the box, everything else gets set out depending on if it is a costume, a set-piece, a possibly useful prop, or something that doesn't fall into the other three categories.]

[fishpanties]

[WILL HELP WITH THAT.]

If I play the Dragon and Creme plays the princess, you and Candy can . . . hmm . . .

[goodbyenurse]

[Moving on to another box, then, since there's two of us workin' on it.] Would there be anyone related to the situation who we would be good at pretending to be?

[fishpanties]

Knights who teased the dragon! It was a ploy to distract him, so you could save the princess.

[goodbyenurse]

Hmm...

[Trying to imagine it.]

'You need not eat our princess. You have gained more than ample weight already?'

[fishpanties]

But if the princess is mentioned, it'll give the plan away.

[ahem. CLEARS THROAT AND STRIKES A POSE.]

"Dragon, Dragon, you can't catch me! You've eaten so much your belly is like a beach ball!"

. . . Or something.

[goodbyenurse]

So it is like...

[She poses, as well pointing her finger straight forward and glaring. The effect is quite fierce.]

'O dragon, your egg would have been better off an omelet! You are fat and lazy, and could never match a true knight's speed!'

[fishpanties]

[kyaaaaa]

Perfect! Macaron, you're a natural!

[goodbyenurse]

I-I am?

[fishpanties]

Yeah!

[goodbyenurse]

[What is that swelling feeling?

Oh. It's pride. Pride is nice.]

Then I shall be your knight, and do my best to smite the terrible dragon with my mallet.

[fishpanties]

In the end, you vanquish your terrible foe . . . ! Much damage has been wrought, and the library crumbles all around you, slowly collapsing into the stormy depths of the sea it was built upon.

Together with the princess, you mount your noble steeds and gallop away into the sunset!

[goodbyenurse]

...noble steeds?

[fishpanties]

Noble steeds.

[Presenting: BADASSERY AT ITS FINEST]

[goodbyenurse]

[THAT IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY NOBLE!! but no seriously she is looking positively stunned.]

[fishpanties]

[grins]

Pretending you have no dignity is the best way to win these competitions.

[goodbyenurse]

[Purposely forgoing your sense of dignity in order to stun the audience into laughter... thereby making them vote for you should they be being honest, or at least making their mind be more receptive to comedic drama.

Coco, you magnificent bastard.]

I... see... [She reaches for the noble steed.]

[fishpanties]

[I do try.

Hands it over, before turning and diving back into the pile of props and costumes. TIME TO MAKE ME INTO A DRAGON.]