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[a number of very noticable notices have recently been posted up around the barge. These have been stuck to walls, shoved in inmate showers, left in stacks in the library, and really anywhere else people may fancy looking for them. For good measure, yes, Rhys absolutely does also post the message from his communicator. For that social media clout.]

ATTENTION!
I AM NO LONGER WAITING FOR ONE OF YOU TO WRITE A PLAY!

CASTING IS NOW IN PROGRESS FOR THE PREMIER OF:

A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE

(AS ADAPTED FOR THE BARGE BY RHYS STRONGFORK)

It's a bus.

AUDITIONS
WILL TAKE PLACE EVENTUALLY

EVERYONE WHO AUDITIONS WILL GET A PART

PARTS MAY BE WITHDRAWN IF YOU MURDER FELLOW CAST AND CREW

If you would like to audition, please message RHYS STRONGFORK to let me know who you are, and give me an idea of what you want to do (singing / dancing / stage magic / other relevant skills).

IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE OR THEATRE, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST A PART.

IF YOU DON'T WANT TO ACT BUT STILL WISH TO PARTICIPATE IN TECH / SOUND / WHATEVER ELSE THEATRE NEEDS, THERE WILL BE A SEPARATE AUDITION FOR THAT.

[Voice - PRIVATE TO BILL AND BETELGEUSE]

Just to be clear, all my friends are getting advantageous casting, and if you aren't both in this I'm immediately going to drop it and give up.

[Closed Spam - AN INTIMATE DINNER FOR THREE]

Rhys is over at Elijah's for a few hours before they officially agree to meet, so that, true to his word, he can help a bit with the cooking. Being in the kitchen forces him to dress down a bit, instead of showing up in his sharpest, most desperate to impress everyone attire. It does nothing, however to shake off the inexplicable first date butterflies he feels about this whole thing, and between chopping vegetables and stirring pots, he catches himself continually checking the time, counting down until Betelgeuse arrives.

He just really wants this to go well. It's a premise that feels kind of impossibly ambitious for some reason.

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Elijah has decided on pasta, because the sauce can be made ahead of time and the pasta itself will only take a couple minutes to cook. This is because he's not enormously confident in Betelgeuse's punctuality.

"Rhys. Just breathe."

He can see the anxiety in his peripheral vision.

"I'm fine! I'm calm!"

Does the sauce need stirring again? Does the pasta need... Looking at? Is there a job he can use to distract himself from the fact that he's not finecalm?

The pasta hasn't yet been introduced to hot water and the sauce has been taken off the heat, so dinner is in about as static and uncheckworthy a state as it's ever getting. Elijah steps away from the stove, takes off his apron - he's wearing a nice shirt, thank you - and goes to put his hands lightly on Rhys' shoulders.

"Rhys. I'm - not entirely sure why you are evidently not calm. But everything will be fine."

What if Betelgeuse flies into a jealous fit and murders you?

What if you realise that actually you don't like Betelgeuse so intensely that it rubs off and you no longer like me either?

What if we get into a three way shouting match which somehow destroys both of my relationships?

Rhys doesn't let his brain say any of the things it wants to say, and instead just lifts a hand to cares Elijah's wrist.

"I'm just really hoping this'll end in a threesome."

And then a little smile so Elijah knows he's joking.

(Mostly.)

Edited 2020-05-03 23:25 (UTC)