neato stuff from opening weekend:
a woman who remembered me from last year handed me a twig to start off this year’s collection (my character is a puritan and I spent all last year collecting bundles of sticks to burn witches)
just people in general were very happy to see this character again
one particular group of longtime patrons fuckin heckled and catcalled me each time they saw me, fuckin bastards, I love em
I was sent FIVE roses today. that’s $20 in roses. people spent $20 on roses to make the puritan go “EUGH!” and carry the rose away like a bag of dogshit
got my first Real Professional stage combat fight, got a lungful of joust field dirt but didn’t kill my partner, not even on the one move I have trouble targeting, yay
educated people about the evils of flowers (PLANT GENITALS) and the maypole (POLEDANCING IN FRONT OF CHILDREN)
staged my usual protest of the maypole, got carried away and tied up in ribbons by patrons, shrieked bloody murder the whole damn time, very happy that bit went over well cause it was my idea
my new sign is a hit. it says “The Almighty Loathes ___” with a slate at the bottom to write stuff in. I wrote in ROSES and got the aforementioned roses. a little boy who works in the gaming section asked repeatedly that I write GAMES, so the Almighty Loathed GAMES every time I came through. I wrote in someone’s name cause it was her birthday. I wrote in KISSING and every couple I saw started making out. I wrote in SMILING and every single person who passed me put on a huge obnoxious grin. I have mastered the art of reverse psychology, fear me fuckers I’m too powerful
bonus from dress rehearsal last week: I made the queen laugh. she comes by with her entourage, we peasants hit the dirt, she says “rise all, be at thy ease” and everybody gets up but me. I continue cowering. she notices, says “puritan, I did say to rise and be at thy ease” and I’ve been waiting for that setup for weeks cause I say “oh I am easy, majesty, believe me I am easy.” she was quite pleased.
