Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Phantom of the Hurried Opera

No, that was the Prologue. Please read that website
for the start of Act One
(Sorry if this is twaddle to you superior people)
Very good Keto - very amusing
--- lucky@... wrote: > Location: Medibay
> Time: Watch Melted Overnight
> Present: Tara, Allie (Phil), Keto
>
> "Are you all right Mr FeBuggure?" asked Keto,
> stepping towards the
> hologram with a bottle of his latest ointment (and
> wondering vaguely
> what would happen if he were to pour it over a
> hrd-light hologram)..
> "I'm fine," replied Phil, so Keto shrugged and
> replaced the ointment,
> making a mental note to attempt using one on a
> hologram at some point
> in the future.
> "Very well then," he said, as nurse Tara burst
> into tears. Dealing
> with this via the tactful method of cold-heartedly
> ignoring it, Keto
> turned back to practicing his lines with
> Shakespeare.
> To where Shakespeare had been.
> Keto frowned and looked around. Then he stood in
> thought a second.
> "You're forgetting something," said a little voice
> in his head. It
> was the same voice that urged him to perpetually
> create ointments,
> and so he knew he could trust it.
> Keto blinked. What could he be forgett...
>
> Location: Cargo Bay (Stage Area)
> Time: About Thirty Seconds After the Above
> Present: The Cast of POTO
>
> "Raoul!" hissed the stagehand (who had been
> hurriedly recruited by
> McKenzie, stopping him from performing some vital
> maintenance on a
> certain ship system), "Enter, in a wheelchair!"
> The intended effect was somewhat spoiled by Keto
> skidding hurriedly
> onto the stage, looking appreciatively around the
> auction room, then
> suddenly realising his mistake and leaping healthily
> into the
> wheelchair, dragging on a fake white-haired beard
> and rimmed
> spectacles.
> "Ah, the auction of the Opera," he nodded slowly,
> trying to act as
> old as he possibly could. As he wheeled by a poster
> placed on the
> nearby table, he looked at it.
> "Lot Number 472," announced the auctioneer
> (likewise recruited
> hurriedly by an extremely flustered McKenzie), "A
> poster depicting
> the nefarious Phantom of the Opera. Do I hear forty
> pounds?"
> This hopelessly-optimistic bid was expected to be
> met with stony
> silence, but as Raoul raised his hand tremulously in
> the air, the
> auctioneer's eyebrows raised and he hammered
> enthusiastically on the
> gavel*.
> "Sold to the extremely old gentleman in the
> wheelchair!" he
> announced, smiling. Raoul nodded once again, his
> neck beginning to
> grow sore, as he took the poster from the table and
> stared at it.
> The words 'The JMC Needs You' had been hurriedly
> scribbled out
> and 'The Phantom of the Opera' written in their
> place, with a rapidly-
> painted picture of a white-masked figure below it.
> Unfortunately the
> blanking out of the previous slogan had been
> slightly unsuccessful,
> so the poster now read "The Phantom of the Opera
> Needs You!"
> How ironic, Keto thought, looking back up at the
> auctioneer.
> "Now, the one we've all been waiting for!" said
> the auctioneer,
> receiving no response from the crowd before him
> (both of them).
> "Lot Number 473: The Chandelier!"
> As a large trolley bearing a golden and glass
> picture of
> magnificence was wheeled in to the auction house,
> faint music began
> playing over the speakers concealed among the set.
> Raoul looked at
> the chandelier as it was borne towards the
> auctioneer's stand.
> "Do I hear four thousand?" called the voice, but
> Raoul paid it no
> attention. His entire mind was focussed on the
> glinting lights
> reflecting off the chandelier.
> "Four, thank you sir, I have four thousand, do I
> hear five? Five
> thousand, good, do I hear...nine thousand, did I
> hear?"
> The golden mass of the chandelier had hung far,
> far above the
> seats, Raoul remembered, swaying majestically too
> and fro...
> "Twenty thousand? Twenty-fi...thir...forty
> thousand?" rang the
> auctioneer's voice, sounding more and more
> incredulous.
> Slowly, as the lighting began to fade, there was a
> cry of, "Going
> once! Going twice! SOLD!"
> The set fell into darkness...
>
> =========
> *The gavel is (I hope) the small wooden base that
> auctioneers
> hammer. If not, I've just severely hurt a small
> person called Gavel,
> sorry.
> Take it away with Act Two, if that's right (must
> read that
> script...) ;)
>
>
_____________________________________________________________________________http://movies.yahoo.com.au - Yahoo! Movies
- Now showing: Dude Where's My Car, The Wedding Planner, Traffic..