[ while this is certainly a good time, it could stand to be a little funkier. jerry refrains from laying it on too thick, but there's a bit of euphoric vibe sneaking its way through the mortal crowd. just enough to get folks loosening up, getting in their feels, experiencing the magical story on a deeper intellectual, emotional and spiritual level.
jerry himself has brought his own water, not wanting to disturb the play. his box seat booth has become a kiddie pool filled with borrowed sea water, and he's bobbing about within on his unicorn floatie (Jean Claude Van Damme), alongside jack townsend on his own float (Rita Jr). jerry's maybe splashing a little out into the splash zone when he gets too excited, but those people were warned. he's here to support a friend, and he even dressedupforthe occasion, making sure to keep in theme. entirely immersed in the theatrics, jerry's dancing along to the musical numbers with his bucket o' doughnuts in hand, sobbing when the lovers are separated by a tragic misunderstanding, but not so loudly you can't hear the actors, mostly because jack's there to keep him in check.
when the unicorn shows up, he slaps at his floatie and points, whispering so aggressively it's basically talking, but at least he's in his own box and probably not bugging anyone (except jack). ] Jean Claude, look! It's your cousin, Arnold!
[ it is not Jean Claude's cousin Arnold Schwarzenegger, but the floatie seems excited anyway, flapping it's little inflatable wings. he claps, of course he does. He stands on his floatie (wobbles, almost falls over), he throws a few bouquets of mushrooms and haphazardly uprooted wildflowers, he rabidly requests the actors to sign his chest (or ass, whichever he can get out first).
when he finds ed, or eddie, or nanaue, or literally anyone willing to listen to him, he rambles praise as a professional, editorial review. ] It was transcendent, I literally felt like I was a reverse mermaid doggy paddling helplessly through the raging seas of star-crossed but narratively doomed love and tentacle kink, know what I mean? Poetic theatre.
godly shenanigans + audience
jerry himself has brought his own water, not wanting to disturb the play. his box seat booth has become a kiddie pool filled with borrowed sea water, and he's bobbing about within on his unicorn floatie (Jean Claude Van Damme), alongside jack townsend on his own float (Rita Jr). jerry's maybe splashing a little out into the splash zone when he gets too excited, but those people were warned. he's here to support a friend, and he even dressed up for the occasion, making sure to keep in theme. entirely immersed in the theatrics, jerry's dancing along to the musical numbers with his bucket o' doughnuts in hand, sobbing when the lovers are separated by a tragic misunderstanding, but not so loudly you can't hear the actors, mostly because jack's there to keep him in check.
when the unicorn shows up, he slaps at his floatie and points, whispering so aggressively it's basically talking, but at least he's in his own box and probably not bugging anyone (except jack). ] Jean Claude, look! It's your cousin, Arnold!
[ it is not Jean Claude's cousin Arnold Schwarzenegger, but the floatie seems excited anyway, flapping it's little inflatable wings. he claps, of course he does. He stands on his floatie (wobbles, almost falls over), he throws a few bouquets of mushrooms and haphazardly uprooted wildflowers, he rabidly requests the actors to sign his chest (or ass, whichever he can get out first).
when he finds ed, or eddie, or nanaue, or literally anyone willing to listen to him, he rambles praise as a professional, editorial review. ] It was transcendent, I literally felt like I was a reverse mermaid doggy paddling helplessly through the raging seas of star-crossed but narratively doomed love and tentacle kink, know what I mean? Poetic theatre.