Someone in the audience coughed. The actors on stage ignored them; only Heather McNamara, now the Deadly Insects, glanced over. But after a "subtle" cue from Christine, or Ordinary Person, McNamara continued wither lines.

"Er... buzz, buzz, buzzzzzz," McNamara continued, far to quiet. The actors hadn't gotten around to learning how to project.

"Uh...t-the deadly insects... uh, wow, those insects are really buzzing around... aren't they?" Evan, or the other Ordinary Person, asked. That kind of line delivery was the standard for practically everyone but Christine.

"It's alright," Christine reassured him. "They don't seem to be bothering us too much."

"Hm," Evan said. "May-Maybe they'll go away?"

"We'll just wait and see I-," Christine paused. Veronica had missed her cue. "I... guess. Maybe if we ignore them it'll be alright, but it'd sure be a shame if something else came around to ruin this- oh!"

Veronica hurried in, sprinkling ugly, wet green confetti on Christine. Christine was rather proud of that prop idea. Even though it was rather uncomfortable in practice.

"Oh! Oh no!" Christine, falling to the floor dramatically and painfully. She ignored it. "I feel sick! I feel so sick!"

"..."

"..."

Oh, come ON, Evan.

"Oh! Is it a fever?" finally. Christine shook her head.

"No. No this is WORSE than a fever!" Christine coughed, for major dramatic effect. "This is something NEW! Something-"

Evan started coughing too (finally! Someone on time!).

"Is... Is it contagious?" Evan asked.

From out of the corner of her eye, Christine watch Veronica start sprinkling the confetti on Evan. Good.

"I-Are you getting sick?" Christine coughed again. "Quick! Get away from me! I'm contagious!"

Evan quickly shuffled away, from out of Veronica's stream of confetti. Veronica stood next to McNamara, still spreading the confetti.

"Is it getting hotter in here?" Christine asked. It was technically Evan's line, but apparently he forgot. Christine continued with her line. "Yes, I think it is!"

"I-uh-I- think it's global warming?" Evan asked. "Is it global warming??"

"No!" Christine cried, getting up. "It's not global warming! It's a raging fire!"

And out came JD. He looked like he was enjoying this. Christine thought he would.

His costume was interesting. He was wearing an orange sweater, despite his complaining, and also a 'cape'.

The cape was supposed to be this big majestic thing that would sweep over the stage like, well, fire would. It was supposed to be light, and easy to flip around.

It wasn't.

Instead of a big, light majestic cape, they got a heavy blanket that could be orange, or a colour so ugly that humans don't even have a name for it.

It looked like it was weighing down JD, and it looked like he could barely walk, yet along swing it around.

Not what Christine was expecting, and it didn't really look like it worked at all, but it was the best they could do.

...On second thought, maybe they shouldn't have used the blanket cape.

Heather Chandler walked in, far later than planned, and started pouring fake water (fabric) on McNamara (which was planned).

Chandler then threw the bucket to the side, nearly hitting Evan, and Christine, in a bout of inspiration, grabbed it and pretended to throw up in it. It helped her hide her laughter.

The next part of the play was total chaos. That was what Christine had planned, but this chaos was the one that had come with poor planning and general tomfoolery.

JD, meanwhile, was sliding around the stage on the wet confetti. He wasn't supposed to, but at this point Christine had expected it. Still, would have been nice if he went over to Veronica and McNamara.

He nearly crashed into Evan, once, and Christine wished that Evan had pretended to get burnt, after all, JD was fire, but instead Evan just apologized and stepped aside. Veronica stepped forward to see if they were both alright (WHY COULDN'T ANYONE JUST STAY IN CHARACTER!?), and Christine wondered when the stage crew would finally decide to end the scene.

Jared and Michael exchanged a look.

"Do you think they're done yet?" Jared asked. Michael rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the control panel.

"I don't know..." he said. "Do we call intermission at fifteen minutes, or when they finish a scene?"

Jared looked at his watch. "At this point, we're five minutes past when we were supposed to call intermission."

"Hm." Jared leaned forward, squinting at the stage. "Well, Ms Wormwood is waving at us pretty frantically... I think we should call it."

"Okay." Michael raised his hand, and finally cued blackout.