Poison River Players, Part Three

12 February 2006

We had finally managed to get a season scheduled. It wouldn't begin until August, but we had a great deal of preparation to do, so I was at a meeting with the other three stage hands we had managed to pick up. The issue of the day was getting a set together for A Winter's Tale that we could move off-site, since the venue we'd managed to secure didn't give us enough time to build our set there before the show. The backstage area of the Columbia was clean enough now that we could turn it into our workshop, so we at least had somewhere dry to build it and deal with disassembly after. Peter arrived, looking haggard as he always did these days, and lit up when he saw us arguing over designs. He called me over.

"How's it coming over there?" he asked, setting a stack of papers and folders down on a pile of milk crates that passed for a table.

"If we let Marz have their say, our sets will just be painted sheets we carry in with laundry baskets."

"Bah," Peter said, waving his hand dismissively, "it's always sheets with them. Look, I don't want to keep you, but you did the haunted house thing, yeah?"

"Yeah, Peter. We talk about this every other week."

"Right, right. Look, I need you to pick up a small part."

"Pete, if I'm doing stage-"

"A tiny little part, I promise, just...very little." I sighed.

"What is it?"

"You know that famous line, 'exit, pursued by bear'?"

"Yes."

"I need a bear," he said, handing me a script. I blinked a few times in surprise as I looked down at the script, then looked back up. He was already halfway down the hall.

"Thanks! Tell Marz we have a two sheet maximum!" I groaned, slapped the script against my hip, and went back to the designs.

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