|
Post by Naohito Sakuragi [Machi Temp] on Jul 28, 2007 17:10:33 GMT -5
That's a hard one, I quite like red. The fiery colors but I also like tranquils and pastals but no shocking fluros.
|
|
yume
Rice Ball
Posts: 6
|
Post by yume on Jul 28, 2007 17:13:01 GMT -5
than Aurora will have a red dress!
|
|
|
Post by Hikari Kaiete on Jul 28, 2007 17:13:19 GMT -5
Me like anything blue, and light green and pale pink!!!
|
|
yume
Rice Ball
Posts: 6
|
Post by yume on Jul 28, 2007 17:14:10 GMT -5
choose one color hika-chan......
|
|
|
Post by Hikari Kaiete on Jul 28, 2007 17:15:10 GMT -5
Light blue!!!!!
|
|
|
Post by Saki Hanajima/ Megumi Temp on Jul 28, 2007 17:29:41 GMT -5
Hey I'll post your lines!!! Narrator: In a far away land, long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day.
Choir: Joyfully now to our princess we come, Bringing gifts and all good wishes too. We pledge our loyalty anew. Hail to the princess Aurora! All of her subjects adore her! Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the princess Aurora! Health to the princess, Wealth to the princess, Long live the princess Aurora! Hail Aurora! Hail Aurora! Health to the princess, Wealth to the princess, Long live the princess Aurora! Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the princess Aurora!
[inside the castle] Narrator: Thus on this great and joyous day did all the kingdom celebrate the long awaited royal birth. And good King Stefan and his Queen made welcome their life long friend.
Announcer: Their royal highnesses, King Hubert and prince Phillip
Narrator: Fondly had these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms to unite. Thus today would they announce that Phillip, Huberts son and heir to Stefan's child would be betrothed. And so to her his gift he brought, and looked, unknowing, on his future bride.
|
|
|
Post by Saki Hanajima/ Megumi Temp on Jul 28, 2007 17:31:28 GMT -5
Announcer: The most honored and exalted excellencies, the three good fairies. Mistress Flora, mistress Fauna, and mistress Merryweather. Fairies: [at the cradle] Oh, the little darling! [to the king] Your majesties, Flora: Each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less. [at the cradle] Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty. Choir: One gift, beauty rare Full of sunshine in her hair Lips that shame the red red rose She'll walk with springtime Wherever she goes Fauna: Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song. Choir: One gift, the gift of song Melody her whole life long The nightingale's her troubadour Bringing her sweet serenade to her door Merryweather: Sweet princess, my gift shall be ...
Flora: Why, it's Maleficent!
Merryweather: What does she want here?
Fauna: Shhh!
Maleficent: Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel. [Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]
Maleficent: I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
Merryweather: You weren't wanted!
Maleficent: Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.
Queen: And you're not offended, your excellency?
Maleficent: Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child. [The fairies protect the cradle]
Maleficent: Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.
Queen: Oh no! [takes the child in her arm]
Maleficent: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Stefan: Seize that creature!
Maleficent: Stand back you fools. [disappears in a flash of lightning, laughing]
Flora: Don't despair, your majesties. Merryweather still has her gift to give.
Stefan: Then she can undo this fearful curse?
Merryweather: Oh no, sire.
Flora: Maleficent's powers are far too great.
Fauna: But she can help!
Merryweather: But ...
Fauna: Just do your best, dear.
Flora: Yes ...
Merryweather: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give at thee. Not in death but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you'll keep, and from this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss the spell shall break.
Choir: For true love conquers all
Narrator: But King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burnt. So it was done.
[The fairies alone in the castle, drinking tea]
Flora: Silly fiddle faddle!
|
|
|
Post by Naohito Sakuragi [Machi Temp] on Jul 28, 2007 17:31:46 GMT -5
-chokes--bleah- That is so soppy, sorry, but this is why I hated Sleeping Beauty
|
|
|
Post by Naohito Sakuragi [Machi Temp] on Jul 28, 2007 17:32:10 GMT -5
But it'd be funny with Yuki and Kyo as friends
|
|
|
Post by Saki Hanajima/ Megumi Temp on Jul 28, 2007 17:34:36 GMT -5
Fauna: Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow.
Merryweather: Well, a bonfire won't stop Maleficent.
Flora: Of course not. But what will?
Fauna: Well, perhaps if we reason with her.
Flora: Reason?
Merryweather: With Maleficent?
Fauna: Well, she can't be all bad.
Flora: Oh, yes, she can.
Merryweather: I'd like to turn her into a fat ole hoptoad!
Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.
Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.
Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
Merryweather: Well, that would make me happy.
Flora: But there must be some way ... There he is!
Merryweather: There he is?
Fauna: What is it, Flora?
Flora: I'm going to ... shh, shh, shh! Even walls have ears.
[Flora sneaks around the corners]
Flora: Follow me!
[Flora minimizes herself, the other two follow her into the insides of a something on the table]
Flora: I'll turn her into a flower!
Merryweather: Maleficent?
Flora: Oh no, dear, the princess!
Fauna: Oh she'd make a lovely flower.
Flora: Don't you see, a flower can't prick its finger.
Merryweather: It hasn't any.
Fauna: That's right.
Flora: She'll be perfectly safe.
Merryweather: Until Maleficent sends a frost.
Flora: Yes, a ... oh dear!
Fauna: She always ruins your nicest flowers.
Flora: You're right. And she'll be expecting us to do something like that.
Merryweather: But what won't she expect, she knows everything.
Fauna: Oh but she doesn't dear. Maleficent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping earnest. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy.
Flora: [getting excited] That's it, of course! It's the only thing she can't understand, and won't expect. [to herself] oh, oh, now, now ... We have to plan it carefully, let's see, woodcutters cottage, yes, yes, the abandoned one, of course the King and Queen will object, but when we explain it's the only way ...
Merryweather: Explain what?
Flora: About the three peasant women raising a foundling child deep in the forest.
Fauna: Oh, that's very nice of them.
Merryweather: Who are they?
Flora: Turn around! [While Merryweather and Fauna turn around to face a mirror, Flora changes their outfit to peasantness]
Fauna: iih ... why, it's ... us!
Merryweather: You mean, we, us?
Fauna: Take care of the baby?
Flora: Why not?
Fauna: Oh, i'd like that!
Merryweather: [notices that her dress is pink and changes its color to blue] Well, yes, yes, but will we have to feed it?
Fauna: And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh I'd love it.
Merryweather: You really think we can?
Flora: If humans can do it, so can we.
Merryweather: And we have our magic to help us.
Fauna: That's right.
Flora: Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic! I'll take those wands right now. Oh, better get rid of those wings, too.
Merryweather: You mean, live like mortals? For sixteen years? [Flora removes Merryweather's wings] Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic.
Flora: And that's why Maleficent will never suspect.
Merryweather: But who'll wash, and cook?
Flora: Oh, we'll all pitch in.
Fauna: I'll take care of the baby!
Flora: Let me have it, dear. [still hunting for Merryweather's wand]
Flora: Come along now, We must tell their majesties at once. [Flora changes herself to normal size, but first forgets about Fauna and Merryweather]
Fauna: Flora!
Merryweather: Flora! [Flora notices and blows up Fauna and Merryweather. They leave the room] [Outside the castle. We see Stefan and the Queen at a balcony looking down towards the the fairies carrying the baby away]
Narrator: So the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious posession, their only child, disappeared into the night. [the storybook]
Narrator: Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Stefan and his people. But as the time for the princesses sixteenth birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Maleficent's domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.
|
|
|
Post by brokenshinigami17 on Jul 28, 2007 17:35:48 GMT -5
*blinks* I'm now tempted to try Much Ado About Nothing with a Fruits Basket twist as my next sucky fiction.
I actually enjoy Shakespeare..
|
|
|
Post by Saki Hanajima/ Megumi Temp on Jul 28, 2007 17:36:51 GMT -5
[inside Maleficent's castle. Maleficent talks to her search patrol] Maleficent: It's incredible, sixteen years and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. Are you sure you searched everywhere? 1st servant: yeah, yeah, anywhere, we all ... 2nd servant: yeah, yeah! Maleficent: But what about the town, the forests, the mountains? 1st servant: We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles. Maleficent: Cradle? 1st servant: Yeah, yeah, every cradle. Maleficent: [angry] Cradle? [to her pet raven] Did you hear that my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby! [laughing] oh, oh, ha, ha, ha ... Servants: [join laughter] ha, ha, ha ... Maleficent: [abruptly stops laughing] [angry] Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles! [drives her search patrol away] [alone with her pet again] Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil. [talking to the raven] My pet, you are my last hope. Circle far and wide, search for a maid of sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me. [pet flies away] [The camera approaches a house in the woods] Narrator: And so for sixteen long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery, while deep in the forest, in a woodcutter's cottage, the good fairies carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had reared the child as their own and called her Briar Rose. Narrator: On this her sixteenth birthday the good fairies had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise. [The camera turns downward. The fairies sit over a book of dresses] Merryweather: How about this one? Flora: This is the one I picked. Fauna: Oh she'll look beautiful in it. Flora: Now I thought a few changes here ... Merryweather: Aha Fauna: Don't forget a pretty bow ... Flora: And there's the shoulder line. Merryweather: We'll make it blue. Flora: Oh no, dear, pink. Merryweather: But ... Flora: Of course, we'll need a few pleats Fauna: Yes, but how are we going to get her out of the house? Flora: Oh, I'll think of something. [Briar Rose comes down the stairs and finds the fairies] Briar Rose: Well, and what are you three dears up to? Merryweather: Up to? Fauna: Up to? Flora: Up to? Flora: eh, eh, eh, we, we, well, we, we ... Merryweather: Want you to pick some berries. Flora: That's it, berries! Briar Rose: Berries? Fauna: Lots of berries. Briar Rose: But I picked berries yesterday. Flora: Oh, we need more, dear. Fauna: Lots, lots more. Flora: Yes! [The fairies push Briar Rose out of the house] Flora: Now don't hurry back, dear. Merryweather: And don't go to far. Flora: And don't speak to strangers. Fauna: Goodbye, dear! Merryweather: Goodbye! Flora: Goodbye! Briar Rose: Goodbye! [The fairies close the door and get back inside] Merryweather: I wonder if she suspects. Flora: Of course not, come on. Will she be surprised! Merryweather: A real birthday party. Fauna: With a real birthday cake. Flora: Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of. Merryweather: I'll get the wands. Flora: Yes, you ... the wands? Fauna: Oh no. Flora: No magic! Merryweather: But the sixteen years are almost over. Flora: We're taking no chances. Merryweather: But, I never baked a fancy cake. Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear. Fauna: I'm going to bake the cake. Merryweather: You? Flora: She's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance. Merryweather: Well, ... Fauna: I'm going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue, forgive-me-nots ... Flora: And i'm making the dress. Merryweather: But you can't sow, and she's never cooked! Flora: Oh, it's simple. Fauna: All you do is follow the book. [Flora directs Merryweather to stand on a chair] Flora: Up here dear, you can be the dummy. Merryweather: Well, I still say we ought to use magic. [Flora throws a sheet of pink cloth above Merryweather and begins cutting with a pair of scissors. Fauna has laid all the ingredients for the cake before her.] Fauna: [reads from the book] Flour, three cups. [searching] Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups ... [finds three cups of different sizes and uses them to pour flour into the bowl] One, two, three. [Flora has cut a circular hole into the sheet] Merryweather: What's that for? Flora: Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom. Fauna: That's for the feet to go through. Merryweather: It's pink! Flora: Oh, lovely shade, isn't it. Merryweather: But I wanted it blue. Flora: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color. Merryweather: You decided! Fauna: [still reads from the book] Two eggs, fold in gently Fold? Oh well. [Fauna puts two eggs into the bowl and starts to fold them in. We hear their shells cracking. Merryweather is completely hulled into the pink cloth] Merryweather: I can't breathe! [Flora cuts the cloth open at the top. Merryweather takes a look at the dress from the inside] Merryweather: It looks awful. Flora: That's because it's on you, dear. Fauna: [at her cake] Now yeast, one tsp. tsp? Merryweather: One teasthingy! Fauna: One teasthingy, of course. [Flora measures some size of the dress] Flora: Oh gracious how the child has grown. Merryweather: Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here. Fauna: Just a tiny baby. [Merryweather loses a tear] Flora: Why Merryweather! Fauna: Whatever's the matter, dear? Merryweather: After the day she'll be a princess, and we won't have any Briar Rose. Fauna: Oh Flora! Flora: We all knew this day had to come. Fauna: But why did it have to come so soon? Flora: After all, we've had her for sixteen years. Merryweather: Sixteen wonderful years. Flora: Good gracious, We're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started.
|
|
|
Post by Saki Hanajima/ Megumi Temp on Jul 28, 2007 17:38:10 GMT -5
[Briar Rose walking through the forest. she starts to sing. Birds answer her singing and wake other animals, like chipmunks, rabbits and one owl. They all come listening] [The camera turns to the background, where Phillip rides on his horse. Briar Rose's singing is still faintly heard] Phillip: [to his horse] Hear that, Samson? Beautiful! What is it? Come on, let's find out. [turns his horse around, but it struggles back] Oh, come on! For an extra bucket of oats, and a few carrots? [horse nods with his head] Hop boy! [They ride of towards the singing. While Samson jumps over a log, Phillip gets caught in a tree and falls off] Phillip: Ohhh! [Phillip is heard splashing into the water. Samson holds and looks at him. Phillip sprinkles some water at Samson] Phillip: No carrots! [The camera turns again to Briar Rose. She's surrounded by the animals of the forest, picks berries and sings] Briar Rose: I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird Has a someone to sing to Sweet things to A gay little love melody. I wonder, I wonder, If my heart keeps singing Will my song go wing-ing To someone Who'll find me And bring back a love song To me! [speaking more to herself than to the birds, but they listen and answer her] Briar Rose: Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child. Owl: Who? Briar Rose: Why, Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. [to the animals] But you know something? I fooled 'em. I have met someone! Owl: Who? Who? Who? [the animals get more and more excited as she tells the story] Briar Rose: Oh, a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and ... and so romantic. Oh we walked together, and talked together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then ... I wake up. [the animals sink their heads] Briar Rose: Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, It's sure to come true. And I've seen him so many times! Phillip: You know samson, There was something strange about that voice. Too beautiful to be real. Maybe it was a mysterious being, a wood sprite ... [Samson sees the animals running off with the clothes and neighs] There, stop! [Stefan castle. He's standing at the window, looking outside. Hubert is with him, eating] Stefan: [sighs] No sign of her yet, Hubert. Hubert: 'course not. Good half hour 'till sunset. [takes a bite] Ah, excellent bird! [looks at Stefan] Oh now, come on, wake up, battle's over, girl's as good as here. Stefan: I'm sorry, Hubert, but after sixteen years of worrying, never knowing ... Hubert: The past, all in the past. [claps his hands. The Lackey [See Note #1] arrives with a bottle of wine] Tonight, we toast to future with something i've been saving for sixteen years. [fills two glasses] Here, to the future! Stefan: Right, Hubert, to the future!
Hubert: Skumps!
Stefan: Skumps
Hubert: A toast to this knight
Stefan: The outlook is rosy
Hubert: The future is bright
Both: Our children will marry Our kingdoms unite Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!
Hubert: Ah, excellent vintage. And now, to the new home, ey? Stefan: New home? Hubert: Children need a nest of their own, what? Place to raise their little brood, ey? Stefan: Well, I suppose in time ... Hubert: Of course. To the home! Skumps!
Stefan: Skumps!
Hubert: A toast to the home
Stefan: One grander by far than a palace in Rome
Hubert: Let me fill up your glass, That glass was all foam. Both: Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!
Hubert: [claps his hands] The plans! [servant holds a castle's plan in front of Stefan face] Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Forty bedrooms, Dining hall, Honeymoon cottage, really. Stefan: You mean, you're building it already? Hubert: Built man! Finished. The love-birds can move in tomorrow. Stefan: Tomorrow? But Hubert, they're not even married yet. Hubert: Take care of that tonight. To the wedding! Stefan: Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't even seen my daughter yet, and you're taking her away from me. Hubert: Getting my Phillip aren't you? Stefan: Yes, but ... Hubert: Want to see our grandchildren, don't we? Stefan: Of course, but ... Hubert: There's no time to lose! Getting on in years. To the wedding! Stefan: Now be reasonable, Hubert. After all, Aurora knows nothing about this. Hubert: Well? Stefan: Well, it may come as quite a shock ... Hubert: Shock? My Phillip a shock? [angry] What's wrong with my Phillip? Stefan: Nothing, Hubert. I only meant ... Hubert: Why, doesn't your daughter like my son Stefan: Now, now ... I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter! Stefan: Now, see here ... Hubert: I'm not so sure my grandchildren want You for a grandfather Stefan: Why, you unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag! Hubert: Unreasonable, pompous ... [grabs a fish and holds it like a sword] En garde, sir! Stefan: I warn you, Hubert, this means war. [uses a plate as a shield] [they start to fight, fish against plate. then abruptly break into laughter] Hubert: What's this all about anyway? Stefan: Nothing Hubert, absolutely nothing. Hubert: The children are bound to fall in love with each other. Stefan: Precisely. And as for grandchildren, I'll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow. Hubert: Splendid! King size, of course. Stefan: Certainly. To the woodcarver's guild! [we hear an announcement outside] Announcer: His royal highness, Prince Phillip Hubert: Phillip? [runs downward to meet him] [Before the castle. Phillip arrives on his horse] Hubert: Phillip! Phillip! Phillip, hold, Phillip! [Phillip holds, Hubert runs to him] Hurry, boy, hurry, and change in something suitable. Can't meet your future bride looking like that. Phillip: Well, I have met her, father. Hubert: You have? where? Phillip: Once upon a dream. [starts to sing, lifts his father and starts to dance with him] Hubert: Oh Phillip, stop it, stop that, why, Phillip, Put me down! [Phillip puts him down] Now, what's all this dream nonsense? Phillip: It wasn't a dream, father. I really did meet her! Hubert: Princess Aurora? Good heavens, we must tell Stefan! Why this is the most ... Phillip: I didn't say it was Aurora. Hubert: You most certainly did, you said ... Phillip: I said I met the girl I was going to marry. I don't know who she was, a peasant girl I suppose. Hubert: A peasant g-g-girl? You're going to marry a ... Why Phillip, you're joking! [to Samson] isn't he? [Samson shakes his head] You can't do this to me! Give up the throne, the kingdom, for some, some nobody? By Harry, I won't have it. You're a prince, and you're going to marry a princess! Phillip: Now father, you're living in the past. This is the fourteenth century. Nowadays ... Hubert: Nowadays I'm still the king, and I command you to come to your senses. Phillip: ... and marry the girl I love. Hubert: Exactly! Phillip: Goodbye, father! [rides off] Hubert: Goodbye, father! Marry the girl you ... No, no, Phillip, stop, come back, hold Phillip! Phillip! Oh, how will I ever tell Stefan? [In the woods. The fairies and Aurora, with her head down, walk cautiously towards the castle. They get inside unnoticed into some room] Flora: All right, in here, dear. Merryweather: [closes the door and sighs] Flora: Lock the door, Merryweather! Fauna, pull the drapes! And now, dear, if you'll just sit here. This one last gift, dear child for thee, the symbol of thy royalty. A crown to wear in grace and beauty, as is thy right, and royal duty. [The fairies set the crown on her head. Aurora again breaks into tears] Fauna: Now, dear. Flora: Come, let her have a few moments alone. [they leave the room] Merryweather: It's that boy she met. Fauna: Whatever are we going to do?
|
|
|
Post by Naohito Sakuragi [Machi Temp] on Jul 28, 2007 18:06:05 GMT -5
Kakeru lifting Kyo? Hahahahaha
|
|
yume
Rice Ball
Posts: 6
|
Post by yume on Jul 28, 2007 18:22:05 GMT -5
serious, the next play will be Romeo and Juliet....
|
|