(121-06-08) Pirates Rehearsing
Pirates Rehearsing
Summary: Lord Laurel, Valerio Vixenbane and 'Claribel' meet as rehearsals for the new play by Lord Laurel finally commence.
Date: 08/06/2014 (OOC)
Related: None yet, but more to come!

Amphitheatre - Whimsy Theatre

The Theatre Whimsical Dreams is a three-storey, open-air amphitheatre, approximately ninety-eight feet in diameter, which can house some two thousand spectators. At the base of the stage, there was an area called the yard, where, for a three pennies, groundlings stand on the rush-strewn earthen floor to watch the performance. Vertically around the yard are the three levels of the gallery, with more expensive stadium-style seats.

A rectangular apron-stage platform thrusts out into the middle of the open-air yard. The stage measures approximately forty feet in width, twenty-four feet in depth and is raised about seven feet off the ground. On this stage, there is a trap door for use by performers to enter from the cellarage area beneath the stage.

The back wall of the stage has two doors on the main level, with a curtained inner stage in the center and a balcony above it. The doors enter into the tiring house where the actors dress and await their entrances. The balcony above houses the musicians and can also be used for scenes requiring an upper space. Above the balcony is the apex, which has windows and a battlement-style walk.

Large columns on either side of the stage support a roof over the rear portion of the stage. The ceiling under this roof is called the heavens, and is painted with clouds and the sky. A trap door in the heavens enables performers to descend using a rope and harness. The rest of the theater is crisscrossed with wooden support beams, over which a white oilcloth can be stretched to keep out the rain, and also provide a reflective surface to help light the theater.

There is very rarely any elaborate stage dressing beyond a few pieces of furniture essential to a scene, and there are no painted backdrops. Nor are their curtains to cover the stage. Instead, before a scene begins, someone hangs a sign at the front of the stage, which tells where the scene takes place.

It seems some of the aspiring actors to present the latest play at the Whimsy Theatre have been summoned for a first meeting with the impressario himself, Lord Loryn Tyrell. And so a comely barmaid had left the Quill and Tankard on this late morning, after changing shifts with another serving girl, and rushed to the place where the rehearsal would take palce.

Upon entering the amphitheatre, she had stood there, amazed for a while, her mouth gaping at the stage, her blue eyes widening as they had brushed over where the enormous number of imaginary spectators would be. And she had turned pale, carefully ascending the stairs that lead to the stage. There. Feeling suddenly very lost, her eyes once again drifting over the empty seats and stands, her hands folded before her, she had decided to wait. Being the first, obviously. And suddenly becoming a bit unsure of whether she got the day wrong.

Yet she is not destined to be alone for very long, or to escape the notice of others. A rowdy gathering of above half-a-dozen youngish men, gaudily dressed but with their faces concealed by elaborately looming hoods, surge over to join her, with many a laugh and a hoot. Blue eyes flash as the tallest among this 'crew' hurls down his melodramatic, makeshift cowl with a gallant step in the wench's direction.

"Miz Iris of the Quill, if I'm not mistaken! I do believe we may have met before…but within this wooden O…you must call me Valerio. Or indeed, it would seem, the Pirate King."

The impresario himself arrives rather breathlessly and in clothes spattered with mud. Apparently fresh off some training as a squire. He's clutching a whole bundle of scrolls under his arm, as well as a shorter folded note in one hand. Once he's there, a bunch of actors of all ages suddenly materialize from where they were clustered around a wine skin earlier. "Ah, excuse me for being late, I cannot neglect my duties as a squire completely.", he explains, "How wonderful to see you all!"

He looks around and smiles, "Valerio, Iris, you are meeting already, wonderful!" He gets the other cast members to introduce themselves as well. "Our young leading lady begs to be excused… she has… some problems getting away from her duties.", he then explains, "But never mind, we have enough to do. Here's the script as it is now!" He begins handing out the scrolls, one for everyone.

Indeed, some people to fill the empty void of the amphitheatre do much to bring a bit of relief to young Iris. Her hands move at once to check on her dark brown hair which is arranged into an orderly braid, then to smoothen the skirts of the plain brown dress she is wearing. Her lips curve into the most of charming smiles when the Baratheon reveals his face before her very eyes. "Lord Amadys," she greets back, her deep blue eyes sparkling as she offers him a curtsey in greeting. Then, a giggle, when she hears his own introduction. "Oh, my mistake. Valerio…Vixenbane, wasn't it?" Her eyes widen a touch as her hand moves to cover her mouth, almost muffling her words. "The… Pirate King?" Looking a bit astonished and pleased at the same time at this piece of news.

Shifting a little when Loryn enters, she will offer the squire a warm smile. "Loryn! I m…mean M'lord!" Her gaze brushes his muddy attire and she frowns. "Sparring, were you? Are you hurt?", inquired in a rather concerned tone. Waving the scroll off, as it is handed to her. "I can't read, I told you."

"Can't you, Lord Laurel?" 'Valerio' drawls. "I always did, entirely, and that did neither myself nor another soul a jot of harm. But suit yourself. At any rate, you are among us now. As you can see, I have brought my fine friends again, every man of 'em eager to don yellow wigs and draw cutlasses."

His smirk is sharp and smug and sardonical, but it softens as he turns back to Iris, though he lays a teasing finger across her lips. "Hush now. You're a fine lass and the Quill'd be a pale shadow without you, but you must know," and he laughs in carefree spirit, "something of the importance of keeping secrets, eh? So, aye, I am but a simple…chaser of vixens. I'm only sorry I seem to have chased away our wolf cub instead. Mayhaps Miz Iris could use a promotion."

"I'm quite fine, d— Iris", Loryn assures the girl when she worries about his physical well-being, then turns to Amadys: "And I dare say, Miz Iris' part is just as large as that of our other leading lady." He frowns slightly. Amadys didn't just refer to a lady - albeit a Mormont lady - as a wolf cub? "Well!", he claps his hands together, once the scrolls are distributed, leaving him with only two - one for himself and the one Iris rejected. "I believe we should all sit down on the stage and have a read-through of the material. We shall focus on the pirate scenes today. Um, Valerio, I trust you are as fine a dancer as you are a singer? We will have a big song for the pirates at the beginning that is to set the mood… everyone will sing and dance, with Iris giving her first star turn - and I think it would be just perfect if you joined her at the front for a bit."

"Your secret is safe with me, 'Valerio'.", Iris assures with a wink, her lips curving into a smile beneath the finger laid across them. The suggestion of promotion has her raise a brow, and she shoots Loryn an inquiring glance. "Very well, um… Laurel. You can read it to me and I'll memorize it," she agrees, looking quite enthusiastic about it. Still a bit in awe though, when her gaze shifts back to Valerio. "However. Laurel. Valerio. And I'm not allowed some fancy stage name here? I mean… Iris doesn't sound half as flashy."

"A flashy enough flower for the crowd," Amadys reassures her, but still with a hint of a tease, "don't you worry your pretty head, m'dear. I take it you're to be our pirate temptress? I take issue, though, with the name. Carey?" He scoffs at Loryn. "That must have been some conceit of your cousin's, who couldn't name a pretty girl if she'd massaged a suggestion into his…in any case, I want her renamed Claribel. I'll fix the scansions m'self. As for dancing…I can't say I regard it as the most thrilling of arts, but I'm willing to try anything."

Loryn snorts and almost chokes on something. "Claribel? Seven Hells… it sounds a bit pompous for a pirate wench, does it not? What do you think, my dear, would you like playing someone called Claribel? And of course you are free to pick any stage name you fancy. It seems something our noble performers prefer to keep their… activities from their families. And alright -!" He lets them work out the names for themselves, leaping back to his feet to start advising people where they will be for the first number. "In fact, we will begin with a minstrel as some sort of narrator, who introduces the audience to the plot and recounts the adventures of the pirates, before they enter. I'm envisioning us all sailing in upon a pirate ship - which will be on little wheels of course, hidden by blue cloth that some assistants will wave to make it appear like waves…."

"Pirate temptress, aye that's me," Iris replies, shifting her weight a little from one leg to the other as she shoots Amadys a slightly over-the-top seductive glance. The question of her character's name does not seem to trouble her that much. "Claribel has a bit of a noble ring to it, doesn't it?", she offers to Loryn, looking intrigued, but then the impressario gives his dismissal, takes it back, then leaves it to her? "I like Claribel. It fits the character I think. This pirate wench fancies herself to be something better. At least better than all the other pirate wenches. She's the top pirate wench.", Iris says, the words leaving her without thinking, already pretty much into the character she will play, as it seems. Then she falls silent and listens to Loryn's vision on how the play will begin, her blue eyes wide and sparkling, her lips curved into a fascinated smile.

"It may have a noble ring," Amadys - sorry, the Vixenbane - concedes loftily, "but I had a lawless wench out of Stonehelm town once who wore it with pride - as she wore little else. I want to think on that sweet, sweet memory each time I behold my beauteous and talented theatrical colleague. The thought will surely bring out the artist in me."

"Alright!" Loryn throws up his hands in surrender, "Claribel it is!" He begins to push the minor cast members into places, where soon the pirate ship is meant to be, demonstrates the introduction by the minstrel and looks at Amadys: "How are those songs coming along anyway, my friend?" Then he waves at Iris to join him. "Come… you and the other girls appear on the ship and then you make your way over the railing onto dry land first and do your dance… having Valerio join you… it needs to be full of energy, to set the mood for the evening. We may have a few artists as well, wearing pirate clothes, who perform some tricks, leaping, somersaulting and so on… we'll see… Now if you two could dance a little?", he suggests.

"Now if that isn't a charming thing to say, Lord Vixenbane…", Iris retorts, shooting him a playful glare. "To be called after some lawless wench… Apparently I will wear more than that sweet memory of yours, but I hope this won't be a problem?" Offering the noble actor a wink as she listens to Loryn's suggestion. "A dance? I am to do a wild dance? Where is the music?" She'll shrug though and attempt some dancing steps, she picked up some time ago, circling Amadys as she whirls about him to some imaginary wild tune.

<FS3> Iris rolls Dancing: Good Success.

"Aye, sweet mistress. You shall be bedecked in laws," the Vixenbane jibes. But Loryn's question makes him look, for all his confidence, just a shade evasive. "It's all in hand," he replies carelessly. "Now let me look to…Claribel…here, in hand also!" And barging into Iris's elegant shapes, 'Valerio' takes her arm and side and makes an imromptu ballade two-step of it, some half-forgotten pattern from the revels of Storm's End.

<FS3> Amadys rolls Dancing: Good Success.

Loryn watches the dancing, rather pleased with the show they are offering. "This is a good start", he enthuses, then wanders on to proceed with the rest of the scene, before they finally reassemble in a circle on the stage, to go through the developing dialogue of the play. Things go well with people getting into their characters and having fun, some of them even ad-libbing some clever piece of dialogue which is promptly noted down by the director. With all the repeats and pauses and discussions, time flies and when they reach the end of act one, people are fairly exhausted. "I'll fetch us something to eat and drink.", Loryn declares - he knows that there isn't a single actor in the world who does not welcome free food and drink - and takes two big guys from the troupe with him to carry the stuff.

Being a bit out of breath after that dance went remarkably well, her cheeks slightly flushed by the exercise, Iris will shoot the Vixenbane a surprised glance. "Now that was pretty impressive for a pirate captain," she remarks. The next part seems to be more demanding, the dicussing of parts and dialogue. And so she will let out a relieved sigh, when Loryn rises and goes to fetch something to eat and drink. Then noticing the time, she'll almost jump to her feet. "Oh my. I'll be late again… but…", she mutters as she slowly resumes her seat. "I feel we are not done here yet for today?"

Am - Valerio smiles again with easy, disingenuous false modesty as Iris compliments his dancing, soon settling to lounge lengthways across the edge of the stage. "Is Lord Laurel fetching us wine? Gods know we've deserved it by now, and by preference, I'd like it chilled," he declares with cheerful petulance. But Iris's tone makes his fine features sharpen with genuine curiosity. "You feel that, do you? Well…speak up, 'Claribel' m'dear. I'm all ears. Might as well be a bloody Florent for all their waggling, in fact…"

Iris chuckles when Amadys unleashes his witticisms on her. "I don't know any Florent well enough to comment on their skill of ear waggling." Being obviously not used to converse with noble and educated men in this level, 'Claribel' will hesitate for a moment, before she qives her answer to Amadys' question. "There are still some parts in the play that need be rehearsed. The part about the secret meeting, where Loryn comes in and disturbs us?"

"Aha! A mightily good point. I found that part most…enigmatical…myself," Amadys seconds the bar-wench sagely. "What clandestine, mysterious, secret activity could young Frodric possibly have caught us out doing? It's a most puzzling question." He eases himself up on his elbows with a cheeky grin and a particularly intense stare that travels all over Iris's shapely…and presentable…and, even, more so probably than the lordly acolyte himself, clean… demeanour.

"I don't know," Iris replies, blinking innocently. "Loryn was saying I was to do some seductive dance." Biting her lower lip she holds the gaze of 'Valerio', tilting her head a little as she endures that studious visual inspection, but not at all troubled by it. And clean she is. There is that faint smell of flowers about her, that might give away her frequent visits to the Lysene baths. "Of course!", she suddenly interrupts his contemplations, "Frodric will indeed disturb us. So nothing will happen, am I right?"

"Oh, nothing," Valerio agrees in the most equable and sober of voices, as he swings back up to his feet and sidles closer. "Indeed, nothing…nothing, anyway, that young Frodric need know about…" Somehow, through some overlooked elision in time, the acolyte's hand, well trained in exploring the Quill's delights, seems to have come to delicate rest upon Iris's waist. It could be nothing more than an invitation to begin that 'seductive dance'…though to be quite truthful, a glimpse at the sparkle in 'Vixenbane''s eyes makes that seem a good deal less likely to be the entire explanation.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Amadys=charm Vs Iris=Mind
< Amadys: Failure Iris: Success
< Net Result: Iris wins - Marginal Victory

Something in what Valerio says, makes Iris raise a brow. "…nothing young Frodric need to know about…?", she mutters, suddenly sensing a meaning there that goes beyond the reality of the play. And however versed in exploring the delights of the Quill the acolyte-turned-actor's hand may be, it certainly has not been fortunate enough so far to be granted access to Iris' delights. And so the hand is pushed gently away from her waist as she frees herself from that arm that is about to entangle her. "Let me set that straight, M'lord Vixenbane. I am an actress and will play the role Loryn has written for me. On that stage. Anywhere else… we are acquaintances, nothing more. Because I am not that kind of barmaid. And I am in a relationship. M'lord."

Recovering from the habitual look of genial astonishment with which he receives any kind of repulse, Amadys recedes decororously enough…then lets out a low whistle. "Oho…so that's the way of it? Well. Lord Laurel would appear to be a fortunate young fellow," Amadys hazards, "and more of a man than his cousin, into the bargain. Or had you an understanding," he grins slyly, "with the previous Tyrell playwright, too…? That really would be surprising gossip."

Maybe some of his wild guessing came quite close to the truth. There is a slight pinkening of her cheeks as Iris shoots Valerio a glare. "It is none of your business. And I am sure you have lots of other acquaintances to divert you with." Amadys has after all a reputation. "And no. I've never exchanged more than a few words with Lord Garvin, at the Tankard. And I would assume I'm not his type anyway."

"You are the type of all but fools, but everyone knew Lord Pansy was a fool born," Amadys throws out out of the side of his mouth without much consideration. "Forgive my…inquisitiveness. What's drama, dear 'Claribel', without a little life, after all? C'mon, boys, I think this rehearsal is cooling down until we have some wine in our bellies." And the Pirate King leads off his crew to other exploits…

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