Random Update, whoo-hoo
The next morning, Max got up early and got dressed. She headed down to the dinning hall to find only four people there. Mandark, Dexter, Deedee, and Junior sat together, drinking coffee and talking quietly.
Max walked over to one of the many coffee pots and poured a mug of coffee. She then moved to cream and sugar. Lots of sugar.
"You put almost as much sugar in your coffee as Mandark." Dexter laughed as Max sat down with them.
"I enjoy my sugar." Mandark snubbed Dexter.
"I have to have a sugar high to start me off." Max said before taking a sip.
"So, how is Piff this morning?" Deedee asked, "Did you check in on him?"
Junior nodded and set his coffee down to answer her.
"He's better, but he's going to sleep through breakfast." Junior informed.
"Any clue as to what made him so sick?" Dexter inquired.
"It wasn't the food." Junior answered.
"Had he been feeling badly at all yesterday?" Mandark asked.
"Not that I was aware of." Junior said, "I like to think I'm pretty aware."
Max bit her bottom lip and looked down at her coffee.
"Perhaps it was something someone said." Dexter offered.
Deedee raised and eyebrow at her brother.
"We've had some pretty disgusting conversations around him before and he never reacted that way." She stated.
"Deedee, disections are not disgusting." Dexter glared, "They are eduacational and hands on."
"No thanks." She grimaced.
"Yea, I expected as much." Dexter mumbled before taking another drink of his coffee.
Mandark chuckled and looked over at Deedee.
"It's fine if you don't like the same things we like." He smiled, "You're different and that's what makes you so talented."
Deedee blushed and smiled back at him.
Dexter rolled his eyes and Junior laughed ligtly at his expression.
"So, what has you up so early?" He asked Max.
"Just decided to do it, I guess." She answered.
"I do that too." Junior nodded, "Today, for example. I don't always get up this early."
Mandark jumped suddenly, which caught Max's attention.
"Oh, how's that arm?" He asked.
"It hasn't troubled me any." Max looked at the bandage, "Probably is due for a changing, though."
"Indeed." Mandark nodded, "I'll stop by after breakfast and fix it up."
"Alright." Max smiled.
"You developed those bandages yourself, correct?" Dexter asked.
"Oh yes." Mandark adjusted his glasses with a smile, "I made them so that the patient doesn't have to fiddle with replacing them every day. They are made of a special material that keeps water out, yet allows the skin to breath when the material dries, which it does in record time, might I add."
"Impressive." Dexter nodded, "I must be there when you remove the old bandage. I wish to see how well it works."
"Be my guest." Mandark smirked.
Max cracked a small smile at them before interrupting.
"So, I was what?" She laughed, "A guenia pig?"
"Well..." Mandark shrugged.
Max laughed at his response.
"As long as I don't turn into some radioactive monster, I'm fine with it." She smiled.
"Not radioactive." Mandark chuckled.
Max shot him a quick look, then chuckled with him.
"Hopefully it wont scar, though I doubt it wont, unfortunately." Mandark added.
"Just another to add to the collection, I guess." Max offered a smile.
"Wear em' like a medal." Mandark laughed. "I have so many scars from lab accidents, it's rediculous."
"I have quite a few as well." Dexter added.
"I have a few from childhood and even ballet accidents. Wood floors can be so unforgiving sometimes." Deedee said as she rubbed her knees.
"I'm blessed to be a shapeshifter." Junior chuckled. "I can cover mine up."
"Lucky." Deedee pouted.
The five sat and talked and eventually others began to fill the dinning hall for breakfast.
Max's table made room for Terra, Double D, Ben, and Gwen when they came in.
"So, what are our plans for today, Junior?" Gwen asked.
"We're going to begin building the sets and getting the props together." Junior answered.
"That will be most engaging." Dexter said as he adjusted his glasses.
"Agreed." Mandark added.
"Just give Blossom and me the list and we'll have a ton of what we need before today done, I promise, well..." Gwen trailed off. "Considering we have a good budget."
"We should. The Lion King brought in some good money last season so we set back a crap load of it for this season, knowing that we finally had enough to perform this particular play." Junior informed.
"That's good news." Gwen smiled.
"Max, if it's not to much to ask so soon, could we have at least three sketches in by the end of today?" Junior asked.
"No problem." Max smiled. "Which three do you need?"
"Preferably Christine's first performance dress from "Remember Me", The Red Death, and The Point of No Return for Christine." Junior grimaced.
"So... the really detailed ones?" Max asked.
"Yea." Junior tensed up even more.
"... No problem." Max smiled finally.
Junior sighed and smiled.
"Awesome. Everything you'll need is in the wardrobe room, there is another room iside of it where scrap fabrics are kept for refference, that will be your office, if you will, for the next few months."
Max smiled widely.
"My own office, wow."
Junior offered a chuckle and finished up his coffee and stood.
"Well, my dad will be announcing for the staff and actors to come and pick up what they need from the stage soon, so I'm going to head over there to help. I'll see you all shortly."
The table said their goodbye's to Junior as he exited the dinning hall.
"Well, we'd better go ahead and rebandage that arm before you begin working. I'd hate to have to interrupt you." Mandark said as he stood.
Max nodded and stood as well, waving slightly to the others as she, Mandark, and Dexter took their leave as well.
"I am impressed, Mandark." Dexter said as he examined Max's bare arm closely. "The wound is exceptionally clean and is healing up quickly. Good job."
The three sat in Max's dorm, on the couch, as Mandark repaired Max's arm.
"Thank you, Dexter." Mandark said as he then began wrapping Max's arm with a new bandage. "I worked very hard on it."
"You did a really good job, Mandark." Max smiled and looked her arm over once he was done wrapping it.
"Has the wound been troubling you in the way of pain?" Mandark questioned.
"Surprisingly, no, not really, I mean, I wouldn't want someone to punch it or anything, but I have full use of my arm." Max answered. "Thanks again, man, I'd be up you-know-what creek if it hadn't been for you."
"No problem, it's what I do, afterall." Mandark beamed.
"Attention staff and actors!" Mr. N's voice came over the intercom. "Please report to the stage to pick up your things."
"That's our qu." Mandark smiled.
The three got up and left the dorm, making their way towards the stage.
They entered the stage through the double doors at the end of the hall and stepped in line behind several people.
Max could barely see passed the others, being shorter than most of them.
Up ahead, Terra and Deedee stepped out of line with a little blue book, a white book, some highlighters, and a sheet of paper.
As the line got shorter and shorter, people filed out with the same tools.
Once everyone had their things, Mr. N. caught their attention once more.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the blue book is your own personal script complete with lighting signals, the highlighters are for you to mark your lines, the white book is a blue print of the sets and a list of props we will need in case any of you know where to find some of the things we need, and the paper you have is for wardrobe to look at while you're being sized, only actors have these papers. You will be sized today, so stop by when you get ready or when you see wardrobe isn't busy. Alright everyone, you now have instructions as to what to do, so let's get crackin'!"
The group cheered and ran to their various work stations and places.
Max made her way to the wardrobe room where she left the door wide open so people could come in when they so pleased.
The front room was a decent size, the wall to the left of the entrance being taken up by a large rack of costumes, under which sat large boxes labeled "shoes", "masks", "helmets", and other various heavy things. A long shelf sat above the rack of costume with boxes on it labeled "gloves", "bows", "ties", "bowties", "light headwear", and lighter materials.
The opposite wall had another mirror and a rack for hats and a rack for costumes.
She made her way to the back where she found a slanted desk, perfect for sketching on.
"Awesome..." She said to herself as she sat down and took a sheet of paper from the stack on a small stool to the side.
The back room was small and had no door. The desk sat almost against one wall while large rolls of fabric took up the opposite wall. There was a small amount of floor space and a mirror stood opposit the entrance.
Sitting, Max realized she could see people enter the wardrobe are using the mirror even if she wasn't up front in the first room.
She began to sketch, looking up every now and then to look at the fabric available, then return to sketching.
It wasn't long before someone came in and Max had to leave the back room.
Deedee stood smiling as Max came to the front and grabbed the measuring tape from the coat rack.
"Alrigt, let me see your paper, Deedee, and we'll get you fixed up and ready to sew for." Max smiled at her.
She handed over the paper and Max looked over it. Deedee had filled out her bra size, pant size, and shirt size, leaving the bottom of the page blank where Max had to write in her exact measurements along the shoulders, chest, waist, hips, legs, arms, and neck.
"... Alright." Max said. She then noticed a radio sitting in the corner next to the boxes of heavy stuff. "We could use some music, huh?"
"Sure." Deedee giggled.
Max drug the radio out and quickly plugged it up, putting to the side where no one would fall over it, and placing it on a station she liked.
"I like this song." Deedee smiled as Max measured her shoulders.
"You listen to Alice In Chains?" Max asked, scribbling on Deedee's paper quickly.
"Not often, but I like this song particularily." Deedee answered. "I think it's expressionative."
"I agree." Max smiled, a little surprised. "I like this song too. It's one of my favorites"
"Oh?" Deedee smiled.
"Yea, I like his use of language and how he leaves you kinda guessing what The Angry Chair is." Max stated.
"Yea, and the little clay figures." Deedee added.
"There's a ton of mystery in his words." Max nodded.
She finished measuring Deedee and tore the bottom of the paper off and sent her on her way happily.
Max wrote Deedee's name on the paper and placed it on a cart that sat completely up against the wall next to the mirror.
She went back to sketching for a good twenty minutes before the next person came in to be sized.
Olga knocked lightly at the door and Max came up to see her.
"Hi Max." Olga greeted.
"Hello Olga, can I see your paper?" Max smiled.
She, too, handed over the paper to Max.
"Alright..." Max said as she began measuring Olga.
Halfway through the measuring, the song on the radio changed to another.
"Hollywood Undead." Olga smiled. "I love them."
Max's eyes widened and she chuckled.
"Me too." She said with a smirk. "You have a favorite song?"
"Yea, City." Olga giggled.
"I like Undead." Max stated. "I like City, too, though."
Max finished measuring Olga and kept the bottom half of her paper as well. After bidding her goodbye, she wrote her name on the slip and placed it on top of Deedee's.
She once again returned to the back room where she started sketching again. She was thirty minutes in when another person came through the door.
Max got up and went to the front to see Piff standing there.
She looked up, slightly startled, and blushed.
"You're looking better..." She said softly.
Piff gave her a small smile and handed her his paper.
She looked over it quickly and began measuring.
She measured his arms first, stopping to write down the measurements.
"So, did you sleep well?" She asked, trying to fill the awkward silence with something other than just the radio.
Piff shrugged with a light smile as Max shifted the tape to his shoulders.
"... Sometimes I get nightmares when I'm sick." She said as she wrote down the shoulder measurements.
Piff nodded and she moved onto the the chest measurements.
She awkwardly wrapped the tape measure around his back and brought it closed with the backs of her fingers against his chest.
She struggled to read the number for a moment as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. He was warm against her hands and she blushed lightly.
Her brow furrowed and she pulled lightly at the tape, tightening it just a tad, letting it slide slightly with his breathing.
"... Okay..." She said finally. Letting go of the tape, she recorded the size on the paper.
She turned back to him and, once again, awkwardly wrapped the tape around his waist.
"... So, what part are you auditioning for?" Max asked.
"Erik." Piff answered softly.
Max thought for a moment before replying.
"I think you will make a great Phantom." She smiled.
Piff returned the smile as she recorded the next set of measurements. From there she measured his legs and then his neck.
"I believe we are done here." Max said as she tore the sheet and handed him his half. Piff took the top half of the paper and smiled. He was halfway through the door when he turned back and made a statement.
"I like this station too."
And with that, he left, Max blushing like mad.
She was just through the back entrance when another person came in. Max turned and was disheartened to see Mindy.
"Hey Mindy." Max smiled, hiding her distaste for her.
"Hello." Mindy said, looking around the room with a sour look.
"Paper, please." Max smiled as Mindy handed the paper over. She took a quick look and got to work.
"It's a little uncomfortable knowing you know what my bra size is." Mindy stated.
"You have to send in the top half of the paper to the seamstresses that make the underwiring of your costume so it will fit right. I just glance at it to make sure my measurements aren't off." Max informed. "It's nothing personal."
"Well, you sure did take a while on Piff... his chest, specifically." Mindy said as she pursed her lips.
"I couldn't get a good reading while he was breathing. That's all." Max said as she continued to measure Mindy's arms, then shoulders.
"I'm sure that's what is was." Mindy looked away. "I was about to tell you to wipe the drool off your face."
Max sighed and closed her eyes, moving on to Mindy's torso.
"I'm sure there was no drool on my face, Mindy, because you weren't trying to check your reflection in it." Max stated.
She recorded the numbers and moved on quickly to Mindy's waist.
"I don't now why you're even persuing him, I mean, it's not like you have a chance." Mindy spat. "Piff hasn't dated anyone in the Theater, why would he start with you?"
"Is that what you're problem is? He wouldn't date you?" Max asked, quickly recording the numbers and moving on to her hips.
"It's not that he wouldn't date me, I never asked him out!" Mindy cackled. "I'm not interested in him, to be honest. I'm the queen around here and I only sit next to the king, got it? And no one is taking that spot, but me."
Max smiled and recorded her hip and leg measurements before looking at her.
"You're insane." Max said flatly, handing Mindy her paper. "Here's your half."
Mindy took the paper with a smile and left.
Max took a deep breath and sighed, trying to calm herslef before trying to work again, when Junior poked his head in the door way and knocked on the wall.
"Knock, knock..." He smiled at Max, seeing her current state.
"Hey Junior..." Max sighed, then she smiled at him.
"Hey, I just came by to check on you." He smiled as he walked through the doorway. "I saw Mindy leaving just now."
"Yea..." Max shook her head. "I actually think I hate her."
Junior laughed and placed his hands on his hips.
"Welcome to our world." He smiled. "So, how is it going, everything alright?"
"Yea, it's going well. I've already seen Deedee, Olga, Piff, and The Witch." Max said with a chuckle.
"Good!" Junior laughed. "The others should be on their way soon."
"I'm looking forward to it." Max smiled. "Oh, and for those few smaller parts, there are a few appropriate period costumes on the rack already, I'll size them accordingly after everyone's roles are assigned."
"Alright." Junior smiled and gave a small wave as he left the wardrobe room.
Max returned to the back room and finished up the first sketch, which she sat aside with care, and then began the next. She worked uninterrupted for almost ten minutes when a set of people lined up outside her door. Eddy, Ed, Douglas, Billy, Irwin, Pud'n, Mandark, and Mandy were waiting outside patiently for her to come and record their sizes.
"Hey guys." Max smiled.
"Hey Max!" Billy waved violently.
"What's up?" Eddy asked as he strutted in. "Put me in somethin' snazzy!"
"We gotta size you first!" Max laughed as Eddy handed over his paper.
Max began to work when a song came over the radio.
"Hey, turn that up some!" Eddy exclaimed. "Ed, get that knob on the radio!"
Ed walked over to the radio and turned the volume up a bit.
"That's my song!" Eddy laughed as Shinedown's "Sound of Madness" played.
Max chuckled and finished sizing Eddy, tore the bottom half of his paper off, and returned his half to him.
"And this entire time I've been thinking I was the only one who listened to this kind of stuff around here." Max smiled.
"Nah, man, Piff plays this station all the time while we work on stuff, like the set, or whatever." Eddy smiled as Ed handed Max his paper.
"That's pretty cool." Max said. "I love everything they're playing."
"I like Puddle of Mudd!" Ed exclaimed.
Max chuckled as she began sizing him.
"I like them too, Ed."
"Aw, yea, their song "Psycho", that was sick." Eddy said as he admired himself in the mirror quickly.
"Alright, Ed, you're all done." Max said as she gave him the top half of the paper.
"Thank you!" Ed smiled widely as he turned and left the room.
"Hey, Lumpy, where're ya' goin' without me?!" Eddy yelled as he chased after him.
Max laughed and motioned in the next person.
Douglas stepped inside and waved at Max.
"Hi, Max."
"Hello, Douglas." She smiled.
He handed her the paper and she skimmed it, then began to measure.
"I overheard your conversation about music." He smiled.
"Kinda hard not to, huh?" Max smiled.
"Yea." Douglas chuckled. "I like some of this kind of music too."
"Really? Who?" Max questioned as she worked.
"I like some of Shinedown's stuff, and Stain'd, and even a little of Alice In Chains, but I'm more of a Dubstep guy."
"Like Skrillix?" Max asked.
"Sure, there's more than just Skrillix though." Douglas chuckled.
"That's all I really know of, to be honest, I mean, aside from a few DJs that remixed some Hollywood Undead songs." Max smiled.
"I understand." Douglas nodded. "Maybe I could burn some of my dubstep collection on to a CD for you. I really think you'll like it."
"Sweet." Max said as she stood up and recorded the data. "I've liked what I've heard thus far."
"Good! I'll get right on it, then!" Douglas smiled and took the half of the paper Max handed him.
"I'm looking forward to it!"Max called as he left.
Billy walked in and smiled a hello, excitedly handing Max the paper.
"Hey Billy, how are you?" She smiled as she looked over the paper.
"I am so excited." He could barely contain himself.
"I'm glad for you, bro." She chuckled as she began to measure him. Billy giggled as she took the measurements.
"That tickles." He giggled loudly, makig the others in line behind him laugh.
"We're almost done." Max laughed as she quickly took the last measurment and gave Billy his half of the paper.
"Thanks Max!" He exclaimed loudly before running out of the room.
"No problem?" Max asked more than said as Irwin walked in.
"Billy's always like that, yo." He laughed.
"Well, he's optomistic." Max smiled as she took the paper from Irwin and glanced over it. "That's more than I can say for myself sometimes."
"I got'cha'." Irwin stood straight and still as she measured his shoulders.
"So what part are you going after?" Max asked, recording the measurents.
"Any." Irwin sighed with a laugh. "I'm an extra by choice."
"Why is that?" Max asked, moving on.
"I just like it." Irwin explained. "And I can adapt quickly if needed."
"That's cool." Max smiled.
"I guess." He shurgged with a blush as she finished measuring him and recorded the numbers. She gave him his half of the paper and sent him off with a nod and a smile.
Pud'n stepped inside cautiously and looked around, handing Max the paper.
"Nice little place you got here." He smiled as she quickly glanced over the paper and sat it aside.
"Thanks." Max smiled and began measuring him.
"Do you like it here so far?" He asked.
"Oh yea, it's great here." She replied. "Everyone's great."
"Yea, it's a pretty cool place." He smiled as she worked quickly.
"I love the Opera House. It's beautiful." Max added.
"It's old too." Pud'n pointed out as she finished taking his measurments. "It's been here since the early days of the city."
"Wow, old place." Max chuckled, handing him his paper.
"Oh yea, but totally awesome." He smiled. "I'll see you around."
"See ya'." Max nodded.
Mandark stepped insided and bowed slightly.
"Hey, how's it going?" Max asked, taking the paper from him.
"Well, actually." Mandark smiled as she skimmed the paper and sat it aside. "The set is coming together nicely."
"Good to hear." Max smiled as she began measurig. "I bet it will be awesome when it's done."
"Absolutely." Madark nodded. "We never do less than our best on these things."
"Makes for good outcome." Max agreed.
"Indeed." He beamed as she measured his legs. "When you have free time you'll have to stop by and see it."
"I will." She smiled as she recorded the measurments and handed him back his paper.
"Until then." He nodded and ducked out of the room.
Mandy stepped in next and handed her paper over. Max took it and read over it quickly before starting the measuring process.
"I've seen you butting heads with Mindy." Mandy spoke flatly.
"Yea..." Max sighed. "But it's alright, I mean, she's just got a big ol' mouth is all."
"She'll eat you alive if you don't stand up for yourself." Mandy warned.
"Oh trust me, that wont be an issue." Max made a face as she measured Mandy's waist.
"I hope not, for your sake." She replied. "I've also noticed your interest in Piff."
"... Look," Max stood for a moment to meet her eyes. "I don't mean anything by it. I'm not out for anyone's job, I'm not out to take over, honestly, there's no ill intention behind it at all."
"I believe you." Mandy nodded slowly. "You don't strike me as the power hungry type."
"Good." Max went back to measuring. "Because I'm not."
"He's a good leader, I'll give him that." Mandy stated. "But I don't go for the whole romance thing."
"That's fine." Max smiled as she stood up. "To each's own."
She handed her the part of the paper that belonged to her.
"You stay out of trouble, mind your own business, and have a dislike for Mindy." Mandy looked Max up and down. "I'm not saying I like you, but I can tolerate you."
She turned and left the room leaving Max to take a deep breath in the now empty space and talk to the air.
"... Okay then."
The process went on until Terra was the last person and she buzzed through her measurments quickly. The two we sitting in Max's office now, chatting, while she drew.
"So, did Piff come it?" Terra teased.
"Yes." Max answered. "And everyone else."
"Girl, you need to go after him." She sighed.
"How?" Max aked looking up for a split second.
"Flirt with him, hang out with him, do something." Her shoulder drew up to her ears.
"I don't much think Piff is the flirty type." Max frowned. "And how do I hang out with him? I can't just swoop in and do so."
"Who says you can't?" Terra asked.
"Uh, the thing that makes you not a total creep." Max shook her head and returned to drawing.
"Look, all I'm saying is, put a little more into it, you might be surprised by the reaction you get." She smirked.
"... I think I'm going to play it safe." Max frowned, finishing the sketch and setting the book aside. "I just got here and... I don't want to mess things up. This is gonna be my family now, my home, everything."
"It can be, and yet so much more." Terra smiled. "Just give it a shot."
"... Is it really worth it?" Max asked. "It could ruin everything."
"How?" Terra crossed her arms.
"What if it upsets him, or what if it creeps him out?" Max asked.
"He's an actor, I think he can handle a little crush, also, living in this place, could he get creeped out by anything?" Terra smirked.
"I'm serious, Terra..." Max sighed.
"I know, I know, look, all I'm saying is, if you really feel that way, then do what makes you happy, and from where I'm standing, being with him would make you happiest." She pointed out.
"... I know, but it's too soon right now." Max shook her head. "Maybe in time..."
"That's good enough for me." Terra smiled. "Lunch should be on soon so don't mope around too long, okay?"
"Okay." Max smiled as Terra walked out. Max got up and removed the sketches from her book and sat them on the small desk in a nest pile next to the size papers. She was just about to leave when Junior walked back in.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hi." Max returned the greeting. "I have all of the papers and the sketches done."
"Awesome." He smiled as she retrieved them. "Just put the papers in the folder mount outside of the door and my dad will pick them up tonight."
"Cool." Max nodded. "And here are the sketches."
Junior took the papers and looked them over silently. He looked between them and Max watched his eyebrows shift frequently.
"... These are..." He looked over them again. "... really good."
Max sighed in relief and smiled at him.
"Thanks."
"I'll run them by my dad later." He looked up at her as he placed them on his clipboard. "But right now it's lunch time. Dad sent me to get you, so let's scurry out of here."
"Alright." Max smiled as she walked out with him, flicking the light off in her office on the way out.
Hope y'all enjoyed.