Slash_100 prompt 074 and Stages of Love 3

slash_100 prompt 074: Seduction (progress: 6/100)
big damn table

stagesoflove week 3: passion (progress: 3/5)
progress in stagesoflove

(Hockey | Prompt 074: Seduction | R | 350 words | 3 of 5)

Feedback is better than chocolate.

Slash_100 prompt 074 and Stages of Love 3

slash_100 prompt 074: Seduction (progress: 6/100)
big damn table

stagesoflove week 3: passion (progress: 3/5)
progress in stagesoflove

(Hockey | Prompt 074: Seduction | R | 350 words | 3 of 5)

Feedback is better than chocolate.

Actors Do It On Stage

Ah, it's a delight to get on the set for the first time, bend down to help move the shiny! actual! prop furniture!, and find out you're allergic to the set. Not the floor they built for us or the walls, but the actual set furniture. From some strange reason, they decided to build it out of cedar rather than the usual pine (holds the texture better, perhaps?), and I'm rather allergic. Not OMG *ded* allergic, just runny nose, watery eyes, cough, and itch allergic. I can still carry the stuff around, though I have to wear gloves and it's better if I don't touch with bare skin, and if I'm out of range I'm pretty much ok. Best thing is, once the crews get here, I don't even have to carry the furniture around; my job is costumes and actor-wrangling. Herding cats, that, I swear.

Got to spend most of the rehearsal either chasing them or sitting in the lowest stage right box, so I could see both the actors to take notes and the SM so I could be her gopher. Once we get ClearComs (headsets) at tech, I won't have to be able to see her, but the stage configuration is such that I can't see what's going on onstage when I'm backstage right, my base of operations. There's vid feed in the stagemanager's cabinet, but it's not clear enough to use for costume tracking. Will be setting up a table in the box, I'm not kidding.

That was most of my day. Next post will be my thoughts on Savage in Limbo from last night, so I have notes for when I have a better sense of the write-up we have to do for 115. Most of it won't make much sense if you haven't seen our production and/or don't know the show, but I can forsee the end getting philosophical; the more I think about the play, the more I feel like it describes me way too well. I think that's scary, but the jury's still out.

Now, to do laundry and type up line notes.

Actors Do It On Stage

Ah, it's a delight to get on the set for the first time, bend down to help move the shiny! actual! prop furniture!, and find out you're allergic to the set. Not the floor they built for us or the walls, but the actual set furniture. From some strange reason, they decided to build it out of cedar rather than the usual pine (holds the texture better, perhaps?), and I'm rather allergic. Not OMG *ded* allergic, just runny nose, watery eyes, cough, and itch allergic. I can still carry the stuff around, though I have to wear gloves and it's better if I don't touch with bare skin, and if I'm out of range I'm pretty much ok. Best thing is, once the crews get here, I don't even have to carry the furniture around; my job is costumes and actor-wrangling. Herding cats, that, I swear.

Got to spend most of the rehearsal either chasing them or sitting in the lowest stage right box, so I could see both the actors to take notes and the SM so I could be her gopher. Once we get ClearComs (headsets) at tech, I won't have to be able to see her, but the stage configuration is such that I can't see what's going on onstage when I'm backstage right, my base of operations. There's vid feed in the stagemanager's cabinet, but it's not clear enough to use for costume tracking. Will be setting up a table in the box, I'm not kidding.

That was most of my day. Next post will be my thoughts on Savage in Limbo from last night, so I have notes for when I have a better sense of the write-up we have to do for 115. Most of it won't make much sense if you haven't seen our production and/or don't know the show, but I can forsee the end getting philosophical; the more I think about the play, the more I feel like it describes me way too well. I think that's scary, but the jury's still out.

Now, to do laundry and type up line notes.