Disclaimers: Moulin Rouge does not belong to me. The characters of L.J. Smith do not belong to me either... don't sue me... this is all in good fun!
Spoilers: Moulin Rouge... if you haven't seen the movie and don't want it spoiled for you... DON'T read this!
A Note: Allrighty... this is a little remake of the movie Moulin Rouge... but with NightWorld characters... most of the references in here are from the way people play their characters in an LJS RPG I run... soooo if you're wondering what the *hell* is this girl babbling about... that is why...


Moulin Rouge: The Nightworld Version


Cast:

Satine: Mary-Lynnette Carter
Christian: Morgead Blackthorn
The Duke: Ash Redfern
Narcoleptic Argentinean: Gabriel Wolfe
Toulouse: Tom Locke
Marie: Diana Meade
Chocolate: Mark Carter
Zidler: Hunter Redfern
Mean Dark Haired Whore Who's the Cause of Everyone's Problems: Kestrel Redfern
Bald Guy Who Tries to Shoot People: Damon Salvatore
Audrey: Delos Redfern
Piano Bohemian Guy: Julian
Old Bohemian Guy: John Quinn
Conductor: Thierry Descouedres
Doctor: Adam Conant
Twin Whores: Laurel Quincey and Winnie Arlin
Older Whore: Hannah Snow
Babydoll Whore: Thea Harman
Green Fairy: Jenny Thornton
Christina: Blaise Harman
Lil Kim: Dee Eliade
Pink: Bonnie McCullough
Missy Elliot: Garnet Redfern
Mya: Kaitlyn Fairchild


::There is silence and then the beginnings of applause as a conductor is seen, silhouetted in the darkness against a red and black curtain. His hand lifts, making a motion that signals the start of the music. The curtains begin to part, creating enough light so that, as an audience, we can see that the conductor is none other than our very own Thierry Tree-Man Descouedres. As the curtain parts, the audience hears the familiar strains of first "The Sound of Music" and then "The Can-Can." The music fades and Thierry lifts a sign that says: "Boston-1899"::

::the stage is set up in sections. To the right is a cardboard cutout building, (hey, just because our Nightworlders live in fancy apartments and drive fancy cars and buy lots of new stuff doesn't mean they're made of money) with the words "L'amore" written on the side with red paint... we hope that's red paint. To the left is another cardboard cut out building with the words Moulin Rouge written out in Christmas tree lights. There is a glass of absinthe on the edge of the stage::

::A voice is heard and, upon closer inspection, the audience recognizes Tom Locke, twirling a roll of duct tape around his pointer finger and walking around the stage on his knees, attempting to imitate a midget::

There was a world...
A very strange enchanted world...
They say Morg wandered very far, very far
On his motorcycle
A little loud and mean of word
And very uneducated was he
And then one day
One magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Duct tape rings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

::Morgead's voice is heard, sniffly and utterly pitiful::
"The Moulin Rouge...
A nightclub. A dancehall and a bordello. Ruled over by Hunter Redfern. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the nightworld. The most beautiful of all these was the human I loved. Mare. A courtesan... She sold her love to men. They called her the Sparkling Diamond. And she was the star of the Moulin Rouge."

::Another sniffle is heard::

"The vermin I loved is...
...dead.

I first came to Boston one year ago...

It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Hunter Redfern, or Mare. The world had been swept up in a Musketeer Revolution and I had come from San Francisco to be a part of it. It was the center of the Nightworld. Yes! I had come to live a penniless existence... I had come to open a diner of truth, beauty, freedom and LOVE! There was only one problem! I had never been in love with anyone but my designated soulmate!

Luckily, just at that moment, a shirtless, unconscious, New Yorker fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a man walking on his knees and dressed as a roll of duct tape."

Tom:
My name is Thomas Theodore Locke! I'm terribly sorry about this, we were just upstairs rehearsing a play!

Morg:
What the fuck!

::Morg's voice is heard again::
"A play... something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular!"

Tom:
It's set in Las Vegas!

::Morg's voice::
"Unfortunately, the shirtless, unconscious, New Yorker suffered from a sickness called narcolepsy."

Tom:
One moment he's fine, then shirtless and unconscious the next!

::Delos, Julian, and Quinn look through the hole in the ceiling::

Delos:
How is he? Oh wonderful! Now the shirtless, narcoleptic, New Yorker is unconscious and the show will not be finished to present to the Nightworld Evilical Society tomorrow!

Julian:
Tom, I still have to finish the music!

Tom:
We'll just find someone to read the part!

Delos:
Now where are we going to find someone to read the role of the young, sensitive, Swiss, poet, goat herder!

::Morg's voice::
"Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the shirtless New Yorker"

::Tom dances around on his knees, warbling terribly and waving around a long strip of duct tape::
The hiiiiills are amazed with the erroneous symphonies of hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa

Delos:
Stop stop STOP! ::as he shoots a burst of blue fire at Julian who's playing the piano:: That insufferable droning is drowning out my words! Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano!

::Morg's voice::
"There seemed to be artistic differences over Delos' lyrics... maybe it was the tights..."

::Tom, Quinn, Julian, and Delos start to argue over the lyrics::

::Gabe jumps up, no longer unconscious and starts to wave his hands around New Yorker style, saying something incoherent before falling over, shirtless *and* unconscious again::

::The arguing continues, giving the entire audience a headache, as Morg tries to break into their conversation. He finally just starts to sing to shut them up::

Morg:
The nightworld is alive! With the sound of music!

::There is a moment of silence before Gabe jumps up, stalking forward::

Gabe:
The nightworld is alive, with the sound of music! I love it!

Morg:
::he continues:: With songs they have sung for a thousand years!

::Everyone is just tickled pink, as Musketeers often get when they have a semi-decent idea::

Tom:
Delos, you and Morg should write the show together!

::Morg's voice::
"But the idea that Del, his tights, and I write the show together was *not* what Delos wanted to hear!"

Delos:
GOODBYYYYE!

::a door slams as Del stalks away::

Tom, Quinn, Julian, and Gabe circle around Morg saying how much they like the lyrics. Then Julian comes forward, stating concern::

Julian:
But will Hunter agree? :: He looks to Morg:: No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?

Morg:
::Morg looks confused... he never even learned to read OR write:: No!

Gabe::
Ah! The boy has talent! I like it! ::he touches Morg inappropriately, then realizes what he's doing and takes his hand away:: Nothing funny, I just like talent. I'm not gay! ::as he winks at Julian::

::Morg glares at Gabe and starts to go all red in the face, about to yell "Get the fuck away from me!" when Tom breaks in::

Tom:
The nightworld is alive with the sound of music! With Morg we can write the truly Musketeer revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of!

Julian:
But how will we convince Hunter?

::Morg's voice::
"But Tom had a plan!"

Tom, Quinn, Julian, and Gabe:
Mare!

::Morg's voice::
"They would dress me up in the New Yorker's best shirt and pass me off as someone who could read and write! Once Mare heard my modern poetry, she would be *astounded* and insist to Hunter that I write Spectacular, Spectacular! The only problem is that I kept hearing my father's, who abandoned me at a young age, voice in my head."

::Morg's Father's voice::
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rogue with a vermin!"

Morg:
No! I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge! ::he runs back to the hole in the ceiling and prepares to jump::

Tom:
Why not!

Morg:
I don't even know if I am a true Musketeer revolutionary!

::The others gasp::

Tom:
Do you believe in beauty!

Morg:
Yes

Gabe:
Freedom!

Morg:
Yes, of course

Julian:
Truth!

Morg:
Yes, get the fuck off my back!

Quinn:
Love?

Morg:
Love... love, above all things I believe in love! It's never been so fuckin scary! Love is like fucking oxygen, love is a many fucking splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong...fuck, all you need is love!

::The others chuckle and insist that they can't be fooled and drag Morg away from the hole in the ceiling, pouring glasses of absinthe and passing them all around. Long story short, they introduce Morg to absinthe and get him tripped out beyond belief!::

::Jenny "flies" onto the stage, adjusting her green wings and clearing her throat::

Jenny:
I'm the Green Fairy!
The nightworld is alive with the sound of music....

Tom, Quinn, Julian, and Gabe:
We'll fight for
Freedom
Beauty
Truth
and Love!

Jenny:
The nightworld is alive with the sound of music
...Of the revolution
Musketeers of the revolution
Musketeers of the revolution

Tom, Quinn, Julian, and Gabe
No, you won't fool the musketeers of the revolution
No, you won't fool the musketeers of the revolution...
No, you won't fool the musketeers of the revolution
No, you won't fool the musketeers of the revolution...

::Morg's voice::
"We were on our way... to the Moulin Rouge!"