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Want to see Damien Dreadfire in a dress? Want to see the evenstar as Bob the Builders. (subject to there joining) Even see Emporer Palpatine as Goldilocks. Well roll up, because the nationstates Pantomine (SP) is here.

Auditions start tomorrow so send your caracters down to:

The big town hall, theatery thing
Richardshead
Panto Place
Nationstates
BD23 5ER

And audition today!

There are quite litrally hundreds of caracters avalibale. This years Panto is Robin Hood and the Three Bears. So come join in, where expecting you!

Caracters avalible:

Robin Hood: (Principle Boy)
Sherrif of Nottingham:Philip Henslowe(Momanguise)
Maid Marian:
Goldilocks:
Mrs Locks: (Dame)
Mummy Bear:
Daddy Bear;
Baby Bear:
Matt:
Gloss:
Little John:
Big John:
Will Scarlet:
Merry Men:
Bob the Builder:

And many, many more...

And there's the Korus as well!

The Nationstates Pantoloons: Bringing Kulture to Nationstates

ooc: Brilliant! I actually live in Nottingham! And I'm an actor in RL!

ic: Philip Henslowe will be auditioning for the sheriff.

ooc: Brilliant! I actually live in Nottingham! And I'm an actor in RL!

ic: Philip Henslowe will be auditioning for the sheriff.
OOC: Where abouts do you live, i lived down there, in East Leake, and I'm still a Forest season ticket holder, I do the Grassington Pantoloons.

IC: The director sat in his chair and waited for the first auditionees to arrive.

ooc: I live in posho West Bridgford. I suppose I'm technically a forest supporter, them being the brilliant team that they are.

ic:

Philip Henslowe walked onto stage. Well sauntered would be more accurate, his long curled moustache rolled up his cheeks and his deep booming voice resonating throughout the hall as he took his stand. "My dear fellow thespian" he trumpeted, the windows vibrating, "Should I read Marlowe or Shakespeare?"

"Mr Narshe, Sir, I'm really not sure that this is a good idea. You're Defence Minister, and Taldaan needs defending!"
"From who? Taldaan doesn't have any enemies!"

Thomas Narshe, ex-general and Defence Minister, had made his mind up. Once he wanted something, his winning personality and the automatic grenade launcher (no longer in use) that he had been given as a leaving present from the Army usually ensured that he got it.

"No, secretary, I am going to be in this pantomime, and I am going to be Baby Bear, and you are not going to stop me."
"Baby Bear? Are you sure, Sir?"
"Yes! I fondly remember the tales of Goldilocks and Baby Bear from when I was little. Baby Bear was a swordsman of great repute, and he slew many dragons and fascists! Henry Redlight said so, and he wrote the damn books!"
"But Henry Redlight stole the character of Baby Bear from another book, and everyone knows that he was completely wasted when he wrote those books."
"Nope. I don't want to hear it. In fact, I won't! I'm leaving right now!"

He swept out of the door, leaving the secretary practically crying. This would make Taldaan the laughing stock of the world. He could see the headlines now:
Defence Minister is Actually a Bear in Disguise!
and awful puns like:
Bear-faced Shame for Narshe!
He couldn't bear it. The bear jokes were taking over his mind already. He would soon have to bear his soul to his psychiatrist.

Meanwhile, Thomas Narshe stepped into the OmniTransport 5000 and arrived at the audition place in just under a second. He really had to stop using it or he would look like a godmodder, but at least he wasn't using it for battleships.
"Hi! I'm Thomas Narshe, and I have come to audition for the part of Baby Bear!"

He threw himself into a dramatic pose, waving his sword around dangerously close to the face of the man he was talking to.
"Don't worry. I believe I have the dramatic skill and fiery spirit to make this work!"
He swung the sword again, decapitating a nearby flower arrangement.
"I'll show you! Fear me, evildoers, for I am Baby Bear!"
He lunged, parried an invisible attack, and spun wildly. He managed to keep his balance, and flipped forwards, bringing the tip of the sword to the audition man's throat.
"Good enough?"

ooc: I live in posho West Bridgford. I suppose I'm technically a forest supporter, them being the brilliant team that they are.

ic:

Philip Henslowe walked onto stage. Well sauntered would be more accurate, his long curled moustache rolled up his cheeks and his deep booming voice resonating throughout the hall as he took his stand. "My dear fellow thespian" he trumpeted, the windows vibrating, "Should I read Marlowe or Shakespeare?"
OOC: Where doing great arn't we. :) Oh, for the days of cloughy...

IC: Andrew, the director who was also the local Gp, just looked at him, "Your goin' for the Serrif ain't you. Here's some of 'is script, Bill here will play Goldielocks." Bill walked up to him and led him onto the stage.

"right, now robin 'oods got you pinned on the floor and you just read this script okay."

The script read:

goldielocks: No! Robin don't kill him!

Robin: Why not?

Goldie: Because...I love him.

All: You do.

Sherrif: Well(looks towards Ausdiance) it's a bit of a shock.

"Mr Narshe, Sir, I'm really not sure that this is a good idea. You're Defence Minister, and Taldaan needs defending!"
"From who? Taldaan doesn't have any enemies!"

Thomas Narshe, ex-general and Defence Minister, had made his mind up. Once he wanted something, his winning personality and the automatic grenade launcher (no longer in use) that he had been given as a leaving present from the Army usually ensured that he got it.

"No, secretary, I am going to be in this pantomime, and I am going to be Baby Bear, and you are not going to stop me."
"Baby Bear? Are you sure, Sir?"
"Yes! I fondly remember the tales of Goldilocks and Baby Bear from when I was little. Baby Bear was a swordsman of great repute, and he slew many dragons and fascists! Henry Redlight said so, and he wrote the damn books!"
"But Henry Redlight stole the character of Baby Bear from another book, and everyone knows that he was completely wasted when he wrote those books."
"Nope. I don't want to hear it. In fact, I won't! I'm leaving right now!"

He swept out of the door, leaving the secretary practically crying. This would make Taldaan the laughing stock of the world. He could see the headlines now:
Defence Minister is Actually a Bear in Disguise!
and awful puns like:
Bear-faced Shame for Narshe!
He couldn't bear it. The bear jokes were taking over his mind already. He would soon have to bear his soul to his psychiatrist.

Meanwhile, Thomas Narshe stepped into the OmniTransport 5000 and arrived at the audition place in just under a second. He really had to stop using it or he would look like a godmodder, but at least he wasn't using it for battleships.
"Hi! I'm Thomas Narshe, and I have come to audition for the part of Baby Bear!"

He threw himself into a dramatic pose, waving his sword around dangerously close to the face of the man he was talking to.
"Don't worry. I believe I have the dramatic skill and fiery spirit to make this work!"
He swung the sword again, decapitating a nearby flower arrangement.
"I'll show you! Fear me, evildoers, for I am Baby Bear!"
He lunged, parried an invisible attack, and spun wildly. He managed to keep his balance, and flipped forwards, bringing the tip of the sword to the audition man's throat.
"Good enough?"
Andrew looked at him, "Well, it's diffrent, can we run through the actual scene, with the song please, Bill will play Mummy and Daddy Bear, the songs Honey, Honey, Honey, and after that you have two lines as Matt and Gloss(ie: The Sherrifs henchmen) come in to take you to the Forest. "Mummy, i'm scared. And "They can't make us homeless can they."

OOC: Where doing great arn't we. :) Oh, for the days of cloughy...

IC: Andrew, the director who was also the local Gp, just looked at him, "Your goin' for the Serrif ain't you. Here's some of 'is script, Bill here will play Goldielocks." Bill walked up to him and led him onto the stage.

"right, now robin 'oods got you pinned on the floor and you just read this script okay."

The script read:

goldielocks: No! Robin don't kill him!

Robin: Why not?

Goldie: Because...I love him.

All: You do.

Sherrif: Well(looks towards Ausdiance) it's a bit of a shock.

A great change came over his face, the entire world dissolved around him as the play became all, his life, his future, his entire being. In that moment he became Sherrif, a whole history and memory in his mind as the Sherrif's voice, even deeper than before emulated from his throat. "Well", he began, a resonance echoing accross the hall, allowing a brief raise of the eyebrows to the invisible baying crowd, "It is a bit of a shock."

The Minister looked taken aback.
"You mean...no swords? No killing? Just singing about honey? I don't belive you! I have this book to prove it!"
Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out Baby Bear vs. Hitler. On the back, it read:
A fun-filled romp through history with Baby Bear, the greatest hero the world has ever known. Follow the trail of blood and dead things that he leaves behind him in a book which is totally suitable for children.
He flicked through a few pages, showing the other man the illustrations. They were predominantly red and probably banned in most countries.
"See? Baby Bear isn't how you think!"

After a brief argument, he was persuaded to do the lines anyway. In his best "cute little animal" voice, he sang the song, and even did a little dance. He said the lines and fluttered his eyelashes a little, and then walked off the stage grumbling about nuclear warfare and different Baby Bears.

God, is this the best weath got? of course, the guy who wanted to be the Sherrif had got the part, his pedgree was too good not too, but this man....

He stood up and smiled, "Thanks, mate. Thts enough, now if you'd follow the signs and go to the door that says Korus then you'll see Pam there, she'll give you instructions.

The minister wandered towards the door, wondering just what "Korus" meant. It sounded like the name of an evil dictator. He followed the stencilled signs on the wall, dragging his feet. He didn't think he had got the part. There, by the Korus door, was a woman who was probably Pam.
"Hi. I've come for my instructions."

The minister wandered towards the door, wondering just what "Korus" meant. It sounded like the name of an evil dictator. He followed the stencilled signs on the wall, dragging his feet. He didn't think he had got the part. There, by the Korus door, was a woman who was probably Pam.
"Hi. I've come for my instructions."
Pam smiled at him, "ah, great, you must be the first of my Corus for this year, the other's should arrive soon, so if you'd take a seat, have a biscit if you want it." She offered the tray to him.

I AM ROBBIN HOOD :sniper:

I AM ROBBIN HOOD :sniper:
ROLF

Tom took a biscuit from the tray and sat down. After finishing, he asked with a growing sense of dread
"So what is the Corus, anyway?"

Tom took a biscuit from the tray and sat down. After finishing, he asked with a growing sense of dread
"So what is the Corus, anyway?"
"The corus ids the most important part of the pantomime,, we do all the singing and dancing, and we make the Panto, we are the backgreound and the music."

The minister took a step back. His dreams of dramatic lines and great speeches, of enrapturing the audience, of creating the magic that is theatre, and of course getting laid afterwards, shattered into a thousand pieces. He was a failure. He should go back to Taldaan, sort out his affairs, and simply fade away.
But then a thought struck him. He could dance! He didn't care that he would look like a retard, or that he would bring shame on the whole of Taldaan. He would dance anyway.

"Dancing? Sounds like fun."

The minister took a step back. His dreams of dramatic lines and great speeches, of enrapturing the audience, of creating the magic that is theatre, and of course getting laid afterwards, shattered into a thousand pieces. He was a failure. He should go back to Taldaan, sort out his affairs, and simply fade away.
But then a thought struck him. He could dance! He didn't care that he would look like a retard, or that he would bring shame on the whole of Taldaan. He would dance anyway.

"Dancing? Sounds like fun."
OOC: Anyone else want to join?

"Well you have to learn the songs first, then you can sing."