Les Miserables
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Jekyll and Hyde (Pt. 6)
Bramble: *snarls* Grrrr!!
Jareth: *unseen* I say, captress.
Bramble: *looks around, locates Jareth in the rafters* What are you doing up there?
Tavington: *walks around a backdrop* Does it matter?
Jareth: No, it doesn't matter. But I say, captress, aren't you going to house the Mizzies at your place again?
Bramble: Of course not!
Tavington: If I'm correct, this is a place that exists in her head and they can't literally come into her house.
Bramble: Correct.
Jareth: How did they get into your house the last time?
Bramble: Er...I have a house of sorts in my mind?
Jareth: Your explanation is about as solid as a wicker basket filled with water.
.Bramble: Okay, okay, they DID come to my house last time (not sure how, but they did), and I just don't want them to take over my house again!
Jareth: Aw, youre no fun anymore.
Tavington: Give the captress a break. *to Bramble* I'm assuming that you need to capture your charges again?
Bramble: That would be nice, yes.
Jareth: It would be terribly mean of us to help
Tavington: Yes, it would.*they glance at each other*
Both: We'll help.
Bramble: *rolls eyes* Why are you guys even here? Just to bug the Mizzies?
Jareth: Something like that.
Tavington: You have no idea how much better this arrangement is than being at the other captress house. *shudders*
Bramble: Aw, she can't be THAT bad.
Jareth: Just goes to show how much you know.
Tavington: Anyway, back to the matter at hand--
Bramble: Yes, yes. *whips out a piece of paper and pencil* Mission: Locate the Mizzies. Now Jareth, I want you to*continues in an indistinct whisper*
*sometime later*
Bramble: Do you know your objectives?
Jareth: *mock-salutes* Aye aye, ma'am!
Tavington: *nods*
Bramble: *hands out tranquilizers* Only use these in dire circumstances. Now go.
Jareth and Tavington: *head out*
*Bramble loads trank gun and makes way father backstage, walking with exaggerated caution and peering behind every set piece. Suddenly a wiffle ball comes flying from the rafters and hits her in the head*
Bramble: What the hey--
Gavroche: *unseen* Hah! Gotcha!
Bramble: *looks up and locates him in the rafters* What is it with people and rafters? HEY! GET DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE PUNK!!
Gavroche: *does a rude hand gesture and swings through rafters singing Little People*
Bramble: All right, if thats how were going to be... *aims tranquilizer gun*
Gavroche: We may be easy pickings but weve got some bite
So never kick your dog because hes just a pup
Bramble: Almost...got it--
*A shoe comes flying through the air and hits Bramble; she pulls the trigger to trank gun but the shot goes wide*
Bramble: WHO THREW THAT?? *picks up shoe*
Courfeyrac: *laughs maniacally whilst throwing his other shoe*
Bramble: Youre digging your own grave, buster! *gets out another trank*
Courfeyrac and Gavroche: *retreat*
Bramble: *swipes at errant strand of hair* Right. So you wanna play? LETS PLAY.
**MEANWHILE**
Jareth: *drags an unconscious Combeferre and Laigle*
Tavington: If you insist on tranquilizing every Mizzie that we come across, I will have no other recourse than to abandon you.
Jareth: Awe, youre no fun anymore.
Tavington: I'm sure the other captress isn't using tranks willy-nilly.
Gavroche and Courfeyrac: *go scrambling through the guy-wires around the backdrops pursued by Bramble on the ground*
Bramble: THROW SHOES AT ME, WILL YOU??? *shoots randomly at Gavroche and Courfey; they easily evade the tranquilizers. Jareth and Tavington watch silently*
Jareth: You want to run that by me again, old chap?
Tavington: *mumble grumble*
Jareth: *chucks Ferre and Laigle behind a backdrop and brushes hands off* You up for another round?
Tavington: No. *flops in a very undignified manner onto a random couch*
Jareth: Youre still no fun anymore. *toddles off*
Tavington: *closes his eyes in a sorry attempt at dozing*
**MEANWHILE**
*A rolled-up backdrop*Javert's voice: *exasperated* Why did I get stuck with the dolt?
Marius voice: Shh! Do you want her to find us??
Javert: If she does, it'll be your fault. Move over, its too crowded.
Marius: I'm squished in this corner already--move over yourself!
Backdrop: *shudders; Marius is tossed out on his face*
Javert: Go find your own hiding place.
Marius: Were supposed to stay together.
Javert: *peers out* Oh? Says who?
Marius: *draws himself up* You said so yourself! *taps fingers* Rule number 1: Always Stay With One of the Group--
Javert: *glowers and withdraws back into his backdrop*
Marius: On second thought, the backdrop over here is looking rather appealing...*crawls into a different backdrop*
Jareth: *toddles in* Voices?
Marius and Javert: *hold their breath*
Jareth: *waits*
Marius: *holds his breath for the better part of a minute before exhaling noisily*
Jareth: Aha! *whips out trank gun and points it at Marius backdrop* Come out with your hands where I can see em! *tranks Marius without waiting for an answer and drags him off*
Javert: *peers out after Jareth has departed; squeezes out from behind backdrop and slinks off*
**SOMETIME LATER**
Bramble: *tosses an errant Mizzie onto the pile of unconscious Mizzies* Right. Tavington, whats the tally?
Tavington: *consulting a small notebook* The only person we seem to be missing is Javert.
Bramble: Are you sure you haven't just overlooked him? *pokes pile of Mizzies*
Tavington: Completely. It would be nigh impossible to miss him.
Bramble: Good point. *wearily shoulders trank gun* I guess I'll have to go get him.
Jareth: What if the Mizzies start to wake up?
Bramble: Theyll be too groggy to run away. But if they try, drop-kick em.
Tavington: *rolls eyes*
Bramble: Right*heads off in the forest of backdrops* Ill be back presently.
Jareth: *transforms into owl and flaps up into rafters*
Tavington: You do realize that transforming randomly is a mite disturbing, correct?
Jareth: Of course.
Tavington: *sighs* Of course.
*The tranquilizer gun fires; T and J flinch*
Bramble: *unseen* Got him! Can I have some help?
Jareth: *transforms back to human shape, sending feathers and glitter flying* Youre strong enough to pull him--do it yourself.
Bramble: *muffled grumbling* *dragging sounds*
Tavington: *brushes glitter off* When do you expect to get these Mizzies up and performing, other captress?
Bramble: *still unseen* Whenever they get up. Why?
Tavington: Because the Marius-boy is waking up and he doesnt look like he's feeling top-notch.
Marius: My head...*groan*
Bramble: *laboriously drags Javert in and pushes him next to the pile* It's a temporary side-effect. Theyll be fine after a little while.
Jareth: Says you.
Bramble: This isn't exactly the first time I've ever tranquilized a Mizzie before, y'know.
Tavington: Why doesn't that surprise me?
Marius: *sits up clutching his head* Ohh--
Bramble: Here, take an aspirin.
Marius: *reluctantly takes aspirin*
Bramble: Right. Now, we wait. *produces a pot of tea and starts pouring cups for J and T*
**SOMETIME LATER**
*The Mizzies stand in a ragged line, glaring blearily at Bramble*
Bramble: *chipperly* All right! Act 1 was good, people, but this is taking quite a bit longer than Phantom to get through. Comprende?
Enjolras: It wouldn't take us so long (oh my head) if we didnt have such long songs.
Bramble: True, true...but we really ought to get as many songs packed in as possible because people will complain if I cut too many out. My personal theory is that we take too many breaks.
Mizzies: *general air of protest*
Bramble: Shush! *silence reluctantly falls with the occasional mutinous grumble* Note that I never said that I would cut out the breaks. But if we could make them a little shorter--
Grantaire: Not a chanshe! *trips and flops to a sitting position*
Bramble: You're in favor of a democracy, right? Put it to a vote. *realizes what she said* Er, I mean--
Mizzies: NAY!
Bramble: *rubs ears* Okay...so the overwhelming majority wants their breaks.
Courfeyrac: Darned tootin'!
Enjolras: Now that we've brought democracy into the issue--
Bramble: Okay, okay, moving on. Enjolras, don't you say another word! We are going through with Act 2 if it's the last thing I do!!
Enjolras: *mutters* At that rate it might BE the last thing you do...
Bramble: What did I say, Enjolras? Zip it! *shuffles through notes* Let's see...Eponine, you feeling up to a couple of solos?
Eponine: Why not? I need something to redeem my song from earlier.
Bramble:*mumble* I was afraid of that...*aloud* Right-o, then. Eponine, you're visiting Dr. Jekyll because of a wound you've gotten from a beating. Over the course of the dialogue which I have skipped you fall in love with him, 'kay?
Eponine: No problems there!
Jareth: *unseen* I say, captress.
Bramble: *looks around, locates Jareth in the rafters* What are you doing up there?
Tavington: *walks around a backdrop* Does it matter?
Jareth: No, it doesn't matter. But I say, captress, aren't you going to house the Mizzies at your place again?
Bramble: Of course not!
Tavington: If I'm correct, this is a place that exists in her head and they can't literally come into her house.
Bramble: Correct.
Jareth: How did they get into your house the last time?
Bramble: Er...I have a house of sorts in my mind?
Jareth: Your explanation is about as solid as a wicker basket filled with water.
.Bramble: Okay, okay, they DID come to my house last time (not sure how, but they did), and I just don't want them to take over my house again!
Jareth: Aw, youre no fun anymore.
Tavington: Give the captress a break. *to Bramble* I'm assuming that you need to capture your charges again?
Bramble: That would be nice, yes.
Jareth: It would be terribly mean of us to help
Tavington: Yes, it would.*they glance at each other*
Both: We'll help.
Bramble: *rolls eyes* Why are you guys even here? Just to bug the Mizzies?
Jareth: Something like that.
Tavington: You have no idea how much better this arrangement is than being at the other captress house. *shudders*
Bramble: Aw, she can't be THAT bad.
Jareth: Just goes to show how much you know.
Tavington: Anyway, back to the matter at hand--
Bramble: Yes, yes. *whips out a piece of paper and pencil* Mission: Locate the Mizzies. Now Jareth, I want you to*continues in an indistinct whisper*
*sometime later*
Bramble: Do you know your objectives?
Jareth: *mock-salutes* Aye aye, ma'am!
Tavington: *nods*
Bramble: *hands out tranquilizers* Only use these in dire circumstances. Now go.
Jareth and Tavington: *head out*
*Bramble loads trank gun and makes way father backstage, walking with exaggerated caution and peering behind every set piece. Suddenly a wiffle ball comes flying from the rafters and hits her in the head*
Bramble: What the hey--
Gavroche: *unseen* Hah! Gotcha!
Bramble: *looks up and locates him in the rafters* What is it with people and rafters? HEY! GET DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE PUNK!!
Gavroche: *does a rude hand gesture and swings through rafters singing Little People*
Bramble: All right, if thats how were going to be... *aims tranquilizer gun*
Gavroche: We may be easy pickings but weve got some bite
So never kick your dog because hes just a pup
Bramble: Almost...got it--
*A shoe comes flying through the air and hits Bramble; she pulls the trigger to trank gun but the shot goes wide*
Bramble: WHO THREW THAT?? *picks up shoe*
Courfeyrac: *laughs maniacally whilst throwing his other shoe*
Bramble: Youre digging your own grave, buster! *gets out another trank*
Courfeyrac and Gavroche: *retreat*
Bramble: *swipes at errant strand of hair* Right. So you wanna play? LETS PLAY.
**MEANWHILE**
Jareth: *drags an unconscious Combeferre and Laigle*
Tavington: If you insist on tranquilizing every Mizzie that we come across, I will have no other recourse than to abandon you.
Jareth: Awe, youre no fun anymore.
Tavington: I'm sure the other captress isn't using tranks willy-nilly.
Gavroche and Courfeyrac: *go scrambling through the guy-wires around the backdrops pursued by Bramble on the ground*
Bramble: THROW SHOES AT ME, WILL YOU??? *shoots randomly at Gavroche and Courfey; they easily evade the tranquilizers. Jareth and Tavington watch silently*
Jareth: You want to run that by me again, old chap?
Tavington: *mumble grumble*
Jareth: *chucks Ferre and Laigle behind a backdrop and brushes hands off* You up for another round?
Tavington: No. *flops in a very undignified manner onto a random couch*
Jareth: Youre still no fun anymore. *toddles off*
Tavington: *closes his eyes in a sorry attempt at dozing*
**MEANWHILE**
*A rolled-up backdrop*Javert's voice: *exasperated* Why did I get stuck with the dolt?
Marius voice: Shh! Do you want her to find us??
Javert: If she does, it'll be your fault. Move over, its too crowded.
Marius: I'm squished in this corner already--move over yourself!
Backdrop: *shudders; Marius is tossed out on his face*
Javert: Go find your own hiding place.
Marius: Were supposed to stay together.
Javert: *peers out* Oh? Says who?
Marius: *draws himself up* You said so yourself! *taps fingers* Rule number 1: Always Stay With One of the Group--
Javert: *glowers and withdraws back into his backdrop*
Marius: On second thought, the backdrop over here is looking rather appealing...*crawls into a different backdrop*
Jareth: *toddles in* Voices?
Marius and Javert: *hold their breath*
Jareth: *waits*
Marius: *holds his breath for the better part of a minute before exhaling noisily*
Jareth: Aha! *whips out trank gun and points it at Marius backdrop* Come out with your hands where I can see em! *tranks Marius without waiting for an answer and drags him off*
Javert: *peers out after Jareth has departed; squeezes out from behind backdrop and slinks off*
**SOMETIME LATER**
Bramble: *tosses an errant Mizzie onto the pile of unconscious Mizzies* Right. Tavington, whats the tally?
Tavington: *consulting a small notebook* The only person we seem to be missing is Javert.
Bramble: Are you sure you haven't just overlooked him? *pokes pile of Mizzies*
Tavington: Completely. It would be nigh impossible to miss him.
Bramble: Good point. *wearily shoulders trank gun* I guess I'll have to go get him.
Jareth: What if the Mizzies start to wake up?
Bramble: Theyll be too groggy to run away. But if they try, drop-kick em.
Tavington: *rolls eyes*
Bramble: Right*heads off in the forest of backdrops* Ill be back presently.
Jareth: *transforms into owl and flaps up into rafters*
Tavington: You do realize that transforming randomly is a mite disturbing, correct?
Jareth: Of course.
Tavington: *sighs* Of course.
*The tranquilizer gun fires; T and J flinch*
Bramble: *unseen* Got him! Can I have some help?
Jareth: *transforms back to human shape, sending feathers and glitter flying* Youre strong enough to pull him--do it yourself.
Bramble: *muffled grumbling* *dragging sounds*
Tavington: *brushes glitter off* When do you expect to get these Mizzies up and performing, other captress?
Bramble: *still unseen* Whenever they get up. Why?
Tavington: Because the Marius-boy is waking up and he doesnt look like he's feeling top-notch.
Marius: My head...*groan*
Bramble: *laboriously drags Javert in and pushes him next to the pile* It's a temporary side-effect. Theyll be fine after a little while.
Jareth: Says you.
Bramble: This isn't exactly the first time I've ever tranquilized a Mizzie before, y'know.
Tavington: Why doesn't that surprise me?
Marius: *sits up clutching his head* Ohh--
Bramble: Here, take an aspirin.
Marius: *reluctantly takes aspirin*
Bramble: Right. Now, we wait. *produces a pot of tea and starts pouring cups for J and T*
**SOMETIME LATER**
*The Mizzies stand in a ragged line, glaring blearily at Bramble*
Bramble: *chipperly* All right! Act 1 was good, people, but this is taking quite a bit longer than Phantom to get through. Comprende?
Enjolras: It wouldn't take us so long (oh my head) if we didnt have such long songs.
Bramble: True, true...but we really ought to get as many songs packed in as possible because people will complain if I cut too many out. My personal theory is that we take too many breaks.
Mizzies: *general air of protest*
Bramble: Shush! *silence reluctantly falls with the occasional mutinous grumble* Note that I never said that I would cut out the breaks. But if we could make them a little shorter--
Grantaire: Not a chanshe! *trips and flops to a sitting position*
Bramble: You're in favor of a democracy, right? Put it to a vote. *realizes what she said* Er, I mean--
Mizzies: NAY!
Bramble: *rubs ears* Okay...so the overwhelming majority wants their breaks.
Courfeyrac: Darned tootin'!
Enjolras: Now that we've brought democracy into the issue--
Bramble: Okay, okay, moving on. Enjolras, don't you say another word! We are going through with Act 2 if it's the last thing I do!!
Enjolras: *mutters* At that rate it might BE the last thing you do...
Bramble: What did I say, Enjolras? Zip it! *shuffles through notes* Let's see...Eponine, you feeling up to a couple of solos?
Eponine: Why not? I need something to redeem my song from earlier.
Bramble:*mumble* I was afraid of that...*aloud* Right-o, then. Eponine, you're visiting Dr. Jekyll because of a wound you've gotten from a beating. Over the course of the dialogue which I have skipped you fall in love with him, 'kay?
Eponine: No problems there!
Author's Note: FINALLY got around to fixing this...no more messing around with Scribd--mwahahaha!
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