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ad-astra-per-aspera-1389 · 10 months ago

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Okay, so I don't usually post my fics directly on tumblr (usually just on ao3 with a link on here) but ao3 is down atm and I finished the dbd x mphfpc fic!

Tagging @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc he asked :)

Um...I'll add what would be tags here:

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Books)

Not really any necessary content warnings. Just a nice little case without anything dangerous, for once.

Word Count: 2069

The Case of the Lost Boys

Summary: The Dead Boy Detectives find themselves on the island of Cairnholm, investigating the whereabouts of a wandering ghost and his unfinished business.

While London alone was teeming with ghosts with issues to solve, occasionally ghosts brought cases from farther away. Typically, these cases were much simpler than what would, 25 years later, lead them to Port Townsend.

One of these cases, back in 1998, was The Case of the Lost Boys.

The ghost of a young woman arrived in their office one afternoon. While the case didn’t necessarily concern her directly, she had spent a lot of time with the affected ghost. A young boy, around Charles and Edwin’s age, had been wandering the island of Cairnholm for decades, the woman said. He was looking for something—someone—that just wasn’t there. The woman paid them sufficiently, and Charles and Edwin agreed to take the case.

Mirror hopping led the two detectives through the mirror inside a bathroom, which was attached to a motel room, which was above a tavern. The sheer amount of noise coming from below caused Edwin to simply walk through the wall to get outside, instead of going down the stairs and through the tavern on the ground floor. It was one of several things that freaked Charles out every time Edwin did it. To his credit, however, Edwin was trying to do it less when Charles reminded him of it. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t still forget from time to time.

Edwin walked through a second floor wall and landed on his feet on the ground outside. A few minutes later, Charles was next to him, having taken the long way around. “Mate, you can’t keep doing that! I know you’re fine, but I still forget we’re dead sometimes.”

“Right, my apologies. I’ll use the door next time. I simply didn’t care to walk through such a loud establishment.”

“Next time, we’ll take the stairs and walk through a wall on the first floor, yeah?”

“Agreed. Now, let us track down this wayward ghost, shall we?”

After a bit of walking, the two detectives found the place their client had mentioned the boy to frequent. They had to wait a while, but, sure enough, the boy wandered through the bog and up near the old, previously bombed out house on the far side of the island. Once they were sure he’d stay there for a while, Charles and Edwin followed him up, Charles holding his cricket bat out in front of him.

“Excuse me,” called Edwin, “but we were called because we were told you might need help.”

The boy turned around. He’d been tearing through pieces of the house, searching. “My sister. She was here.”

“When it was bombed during the war?” asked Charles. He hadn’t quite gotten around to explaining the second world war to Edwin, but Charles knew London and other parts of the region had taken a lot of damage. He’d paid some attention during his history classes.

“Yes, but it always reset before anyone got hurt.”

“What do you mean, reset?”

“The bird reset it to the night before the house was destroyed. We would watch the show each night before bed. Then I went out one night, and I died. I can’t get back in. I haven’t seen her in years!” The boy punched a wall, causing chunks of it to fall out. Charles pulled Edwin backwards, out of the house entirely.

“I think he’s lost his mind,” said Charles, once he and Edwin were alone again. The two of them were poring over Edwin’s notes.

“It seems he’s lost his sister, and, though the house was bombed with her in it, he believes she’s alive.”

“He mentioned it all being reset. Sounds like a time loop, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, Charles, but we cannot see it, and therefore we cannot break it.”

“Is that even the problem, though? If he just sees his sister, he’ll move on.”

“That would be quite easy, Charles, if only we knew where the sister was.”

They didn’t even know the ghost’s name, and now they needed to find his sister, too? This wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be.

Charles and Edwin returned to the island the next day, after spending the night in the office reading up on time loops and delirium in ghosts. This time, they used the stairs to exit the tavern, and by the time they reached the old house it was midday. Despite the sun being high in the sky they still couldn’t see very well in the old charred house. Charles pulled two flashlights from his backpack and the search continued.

Eventually, Charles found a hole in the floor. “Edwin, come look at this!”

The boy in question followed Charles’s voice until they were both looking down into the hole. Edwin went down into the hole while Charles stood lookout, just in case the ghost boy made another appearance.

Inside the hole in the ground, Edwin found a trunk of old photos, featuring children doing largely impossible or supernaturally odd things. As he sifted through them, a second light appeared above his head. It was a soft glow, like a fireplace, and Edwin looked up right as Charles called, “Edwin?”

A girl stood next to Charles, holding a ball of flames above the hole to see into it better. Edwin heard her voice echo as she asked Charles, “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“Stay back,” warned Charles, pointing his cricket bat at her.

“What. Are you doing. In our house?” asked the girl, punctuating each set of words with a few steps forward. Behind her, Charles soon noticed, were a smaller girl, likely about seven years old, and a boy the older girl’s age that gave off a faint buzzing sound if it was quiet.

“We were just leaving, actually.” Charles took a step back.

“Good,” said the girl.

“Emma,” said the younger girl, “we should go before we’re late for lunch.”

Emma grimaced, turning around towards the two that were with her. “I suppose so. The bird will be angry if we’re late.” She cast one last warning glare over her shoulder at Charles, and then the three of them were gone.

Edwin climbed back out of the hole, with help from a rope Charles had in his backpack, and reported his findings to Charles. “It appears to be a group of syndrigasti: a variant of human with an extra soul. These extra souls give them special abilities, such as the boy’s ability to do so much damage around this place, and the girl’s fire.”

“So, his sister must be one too?”

“Not necessarily. It’s a relatively rare condition, however, it is especially likely in this case. If he cannot find her, and neither can we, she’s likely in a time loop for the living. Only syndrigasti can enter, and we are not that.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad then, does it? He can go in himself and find her.”

“Not if he died in a certain way. If the creature that killed him consumed his extra soul, then he can no longer enter the time loop, as he said before. We will need to get the sister to leave the loop temporarily.”

“How do we do that?”

“I do not know. I suppose if we can find another occupant of the time loop, we may be able to get a message across. For that, however, we’ll need more information from the boy.”

“What about that girl, Emma? She had abilities, didn’t she?”

“We don’t know for sure that she lives there, though it is likely. Unfortunately, they’ve gone, and we still do not know how to enter the time loop.”

Later in the day, the detectives found the boy in the same place as the day before. Charles stood by with his bat while Edwin questioned the wayward ghost. They learned that the boy’s name was Victor, his sister’s name was Bronwyn, and that he had, in fact, died in the way Edwin had suspected.

The one good thing about all this was that he remembered how to enter the time loop. Charles suggested writing on the cave’s wall and hoping they’d see it when one of them left again. Edwin, however, thought it might frighten the children if they saw a note reading “Bronwyn, your brother is looking for you”, considering Victor had been dead for decades.

Instead, Edwin wrote out a neat note and attached it to the wall of the cave:

Bronwyn Bruntley,

I am from the Dead Boy Detective Agency. We were called in about your brother. His ghost is still on the island in the present day. Until he has closure, he will not move on to his afterlife. Victor’s unfinished business is seeing his sister again. Once you receive this, it would help both of us if you could leave the time loop temporarily to reunite with your brother.

Sincerely,

Edwin Payne

Edwin and Charles stayed on the island late into the evening, watching the mouth of the cave for someone to take Edwin’s note. Eventually, the note seemingly disappeared on its own. It moved like it was being removed from the wall by a hand, but there was no hand. It floated through the cave and disappeared through the other end.

Less than an hour later, two girls and a floating hat emerged from the mouth of the cave, each of them able to see Edwin and Charles (or so they assumed). One of the girls, the one that wore trousers and a shirt, asked, “Are you Edwin Payne?” She held the note in her hands.

“I am Edwin Payne. You must be Bronwyn.”

“I am. You found my brother?”

“We did.”

Victor, who had been all but dragged over near the bog by Charles earlier, stepped closer to the girls.

“Wyn?”

“Victor!”

The two siblings embraced so tightly that anyone else might have bruised a rib from it. Edwin and Charles gave them a bit of space for their little reunion, until, eventually, Edwin had to burst their bubble.

“I do not mean to bring down the room, but since your unfinished business has now been finished, Death will be coming to collect you shortly. Therefore, Charles and I must be going, now.” Edwin turned on his heel and began to walk away, Charles shortly behind him.

Then, the other girl, Emma, called out, “Wait!” and Edwin stopped. He turned back around to look at her.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if you work with the living at all, but I’ve been looking for a certain boy since the last war. If I give you a name, can you send the results to our post box in town?”

Edwin’s expression softened slightly, and he pulled out his notebook and pen. “Of course. What is the name?”

“Abraham Portman.”

This second, smaller case did not require that the Dead Boy Detectives remain on Cairnholm. The two of them did, however, have to use their disguises that would allow them to appear living. They searched computers and phone directories until they found the man Emma had been looking for.

The two ghosts finally found Abraham’s house in Florida, in the United States. Mirror hopping there was easy. The difficult part was deciding how to explain it to Emma. Abraham was married by then. He had a wife, two children, and his son even had a son of his own. So much time had passed since Emma was this young. Edwin understood far better than he’d have liked to.

Edwin ultimately wrote Emma, sending the letter to the postbox she gave the address to. Charles looked it over for sensitivity purposes, and then off it went. A week later, Edwin received a letter in return, thanking both he and Charles for putting in the effort to help her, even though she didn’t get the answer she wanted. Attached were a few paper bills as payment.

Although Edwin continued to be baffled as to how she was returning his letters, he continued sending them. As it turned out, despite having so many other children living with you, the novelty of a ‘pen pal’, as she called it, was slow to wear off.

Letters were sent back and forth between Cairnholm and London regularly for a solid twelve years, and then, suddenly, they stopped. Edwin, unsurprisingly, began to worry. That is, until he received a letter from Florida, instead of Cairnholm.

Emma, it seemed, was doing just fine.

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url-is-url · 5 months ago

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Edwin Slaughter is so interesting to me because he's so emblematic of my conspiracy theory that the Order of Saint George... has no idea what the fuck it's doing.

We know from the Book of Slaughter that the Order looks for children in the foster system with certain "psychological profiles" to recruit, which you can generally read as animal-torturing little demon children like Paris and Tybalt. Taking the baby serial killers and pointing them at the monsters seems like a solid strategy. And you can see how authorities might come to the conclusion that Edwin was a creepy morbid child - when his mom dies in one of the flashbacks in House of Slaughter: Scarlet, we see him putting makeup on his dead mom's face when the cops show up. Very weird and fucked up thing to be doing!

But like... is it? We know from Book of Butcher that Jace was 13 in the early 00s, and Edwin seems to be in roughly the same age cohort as him, Aaron, and Erica. Which means that Edwin's mom is presumably around the same age as my mom and my mother-in-law, and I can tell you that a LOT of women in that generation have a complex about not leaving the house without makeup. If you're outside the house and you're not wearing makeup, you're basically naked. If you're a little kid and your mom just died and you know first responders are gonna have to remove her from the house, and you're a) too young to fully process what your mom being dead means and b) too autistic to fully process what this will look like, putting your mom's makeup on for her is a very kind, loving thing to do.

Yes, Edwin Slaughter is a weird, morbid little man who likes to draw corpses because they're so much more interesting than the diagrams in medical textbooks.

He's also nice. That doesn't seem to be a trait that the Order cultivates. The main lesson Maxine's been learning in the Books of Slaughter, Butcher, and Cutter is that nobody in the Order besides black masks really have to care about slaying monsters and saving children. In House of Slaughter: The Butcher Returns, Aaron alludes to Cecilia "whipping the feelings out" of the white mask trainees - it's left unclear if that's literal or not, and most of the adults in the Order seem to be in backstabbing political hell while Nolan and many of the other azure masks are in specifically backstabbing psyop spy shit hell.

And then there's Edwin. He's pals with Bait, the misfit of the white masks (and loses horribly to this, like, ten year old at chess!). When kids approach him at the campground he's happy to show them his drawings. He laments that it's hard to parse exactly what people are asking for, but he genuinely enjoys helping them find stuff in the library. When Nolan confronts him about his suspicious biometric readings, he's not defensive or combative; he is, in fact, stoked to help solve a mystery. He's shockingly well-adjusted (...compared to everyone else at the Slaughterhouse, at least). Just a nice, friendly, helpful guy who's good with kids, even if he's a bit awkward and has morbid hobbies.

AND 👏 HE'S 👏 COMPETENT 👏 AS 👏 HELL👏. This man solo'd a whole-ass dragon! He had the completely galaxy-brained idea of dumping his supplies overboard so he could use his own fear of starvation and yucky lake water as bait for a dragon. Most of the actual hunters would have probably gotten stuck on "but but but dragons are extinct in North America dragons haven't been seen in centuries" until they got eaten. My man Edwin clocked that dragon within a couple issues, and, again, came up with an insane way to lure it out into ramming range. Give him an emerald mask immediately! We see that the scarlet head of house likes him better than Gerde, who is seething and poorly coping about this.

In one of the flashback issues of SIKTC, we see Erica ask if it's possible for baby animals to manifest monsters and Aaron tells her she's being intellectually lazy. I bet if she had had an opportunity to ask Edwin instead, they would have busted that shit wide open!!!

Erica cares so so so so much, and she tries so hard to be kind to people... and she's smarter than the Order. She figured out that a puppy could be a creator ex nihilo and she beat the woman who had presumably killed many other rogue hunters (and damn, what does it say about the Order of Saint George that this is a recurring problem?). Edwin is really nice and likes to be helpful and isn't particularly interested in conflict... and he's smarter than the Order. He recognized a dragon for what it was, kicked its ass, and is currently solving the mystery of what happened to the House of Blood. The rest of the House of Slaughter thinks they're bad at being monster hunters AND YET they are arguably the most effective hunters around. Let's not forget that Louis Boucher, second only to Erica as the North American black mask with the most kills in the field, doesn't seem terribly impressed by what the Order teaches its trainees. And Maven was on a totally different relationship wavelength with her flock of monsters than anybody else we've seen.

What I'm saying is the Order of Saint George probably isn't that good at hunting monsters and also it's smart to care about people. And also if Erica, Edwin, and Louis teamed up they would probably burn it to the ground in about ten minutes and the Order would be fucking clueless.

#maybe if the white masks were allowed to care about each other they wouldnt constantly get shredded by monsters #i wonder if edwin's new mask alluded to in the blurb for hos 30 will be violet since he's. again. THE smartest guy in the slaughterhouse #edwin slaughter is my little guy i love him #in my heart he nolan and bait move to alaska and become a family and live happily ever after #something is killing the children #house of slaughter #slaughterverse #like we can all agree that a Narrative Theme of this universe is that caring about other people is important right? right? is this thing on?

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santapacman · 4 months ago

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Ain't no good way to spend this much money, 'specially when you stole it. I guess that's one upside to Ted wanting a spa: it'd be a great laundering spot. I'd hate it, though. I can't imagine just sitting there, waiting for the cash I already stole to roll in over time. Let me bury it somewhere in the desert, mark it on a map, and travel out to it every time I need a top up. That'd get me out of the house, at the very least. The wagon's rolling into Edwin's Folly now, a town about six hours out of Wesker Fort. Ted and I were originally headed this way on account of Marley being so good with money. His promise to us: "leave your cash here, and you'll own it legally within a year." Ted doesn't like the poetics as much as I do, of course. Does Ted like anythin'? Certainly not me. My guts feel all messy thinkin' about it. But that's not a problem. He's coming for me, after all. Marley's office is up here on the left. I park the wagon, stomp the dirt off my shoes, and head inside. It's quiet in here. Orderly. Marley's the kind of person to keep his bookshelves full, but I don't know if he's actually ever read any of 'em. I think he just likes his office quiet as a library, and the books tell people that. His office is in the other room, so he calls out: "Hello? Did someone come in?" "It's Fletcher, Marley. How've you been?" "Fletcher!" Marley pops out of the other room the way a bar of soap pops out of your hands: instantly, and then it falls onto the floor. Marley never struck me as the coordinated type. Resilient, though. He pulls himself off the floor as quick as he fell down and starts wringing my hand. "Where's Ted? Did everything go okay? He's not in trouble, is he?" I chuckle and shake my head. "He's fine, Marley. Said he had to stay in Wesker Fort for a while to 'think about what to do next.' That's how bad the haul was." Marley's mouth drops. "Seriously? How much was in there?" From my pocket, I produce a small, tight wad of hundred-dollar bills--enough for him to get some real gear to come find me, but not more than that. "This is his share, plus some extra for you. Hardly even need to launder it at this point, but I'm leaving it with you so he knows where to find it." Marley sputters for a few seconds before saying any actual words. "Y-yeah, that makes sense. Real shame. I'm sorry, Fletcher." "I'm definitely not as distraught as Ted was when I saw him. Be real gentle with him when he comes in here." "You got it. Will that be all today, then?" "Actually, do you have a paper, a pen, and an envelope? I think it'd be good to leave Ted a letter." "Sure thing." He sets me up at his second desk (a tiny little thing in the waiting room) and I write. It's a cramped space and my handwriting is a bit worse than usual, but I put down everything I want to say in the end. He'll be furious when he reads this! He'll come running to find me, I just know it! Big strong Ted, chasing after li'l ole me! He'll have to ask people about me, too. "Did you see which way Fletcher went? Handsome devil, five foot six, roguish grin plastered across his face?" "Fletcher, can you please quiet down a bit with the giggling? I can hardly focus on my work with all the racket." Marley's head pokes out of his office, utter bewilderment written on every inch of his face. "Ah yeah, sorry, Marley. I'm actually done with the letter." I start stuffing it into the envelope. "I wager Ted'll be here in about a day, so you don't have too long to wait. Thanks for your help, ol' pal!" "Uh… yeah… sure. Happy to be of assistance."

#fletcher and ted #original fiction #short story

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aliensubstance-011 · 1 year ago

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Demon!Edwin Au

Me and a pal have been throwing this idea around for a little bit and I'm obsessed so here's a Demon!Edwin AU:

Edwin still crawls out of hell around the same time Charles is dying, but really wasn't expecting to find a very much still living human

So, as to not scare him to bad (the guy's dying, and Edwin certainly isn't a cruel demon), Edwin takes human form

He's... seen those enough to get it right...right?

So Charles, in his dying moments, meets Edwin. It's just that his limbs are a little too long, his joints twist just a bit too far, eyes just a little too lifeless

Oh, and he looks like he's from the early 1900s. So Edwin lies and says his a ghost- which Charles believes, until he's a ghost himself.

In which Charles figures that Edwin definitely isn't a human, but it's not like he's doing any harm, is he?

At first, Edwin doesn't particularly care for this human- he's just another one off to his afterlife, and Edwin is far more concerned with getting used to this new body.

But this human is...kind of charming, actually. and when he decides to stay with Edwin? Well, Edwin has 30 years to fully figure out his human/ghost persona.

Onto more general stuff:

Edwin doesn't particularly care about mortal life- human beings are like little ants to him, they live, they die and go to their afterlife.

But to Charles? Other people, especially helping them, is important to him- and Charles is important to Edwin.

So Edwin tries. They form the Dead Boy Detectives, and the plot of the show moves on!

That 'We didn't matter. Him and I' scene is mainly about Charles, but he slots himself in there to not only because it somewhat reflects how demons treat each other in hell, but because Edwin is extremely distraught about how anyone could treat Charles the way most people in Charles' life did.

Overall, Edwin is very bad at being a demon, but only a little bad about being a human ghost.

#Sorry if this is janky or unintelligable #Me and my friend speak on a wavelength no one else can understand #and my translation is shoddy at best #There is more to come #such as how Edwin's queer repression comes in #Crystal Niko and everyone else's reactions/discoveries #maybe even some minifics #I just really love this autistic queer okay?#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #paynland #charles x edwin #dbd #Demon!Edwin Au #it doesn't have a fancy name and it won't

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windybreeze12 · 1 year ago

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yall really seem to like my DBD takes so here's my take of the day:

Niko and Edwin's Friendship

(goes without saying that there are spoilers below)

Y'all. If there's one relationship I will never shut up about, it's Edwin and Niko's friendship.

They're just gal pals and goddammit I want that. That small scene where Niko hugged Edwin after he and Charles came back from hell absolutely HEALED me. I was HEALED. They are literally just besties change my mind. Don't bother trying, you can't.

One of my favourite Edwin and Niko interactions (aside from that adorable hug of course) is back when Niko still had the sprites inside her and she couldn't see him and Edwin just goes "Honestly, I find her so charming". LIKE BOI. MUST YOU SAY IT SO ADORABLY. They've been besties from the get-go and I will die on this hill.

In all seriousness, seeing their relationship progress as the show keeps going is so soothing and so wonderful. They end up being a really strong duo, with Niko being a sort of tether for Edwin to ground himself and keep himself sturdy while trying to figure out all the weird bullshit that's going on in little ole Port Townsend and Edwin just being a friend for Niko after she spent so long incapable of having friends. The library trip, the Scooby Doo sleepover, the red sea glass, it was all just such a wonderful build-up to a friendship that was truly memorable.

And it all pays off at the season finale. My heart absolutely shattered when Edwin screamed as Niko died. The anguish was so real you could reach out and touch it. It was such a powerful and haunting moment. All the more reason for me to DESPARATELY want to see a reunion in the next season because don't lie, y'all know that Edwin and Niko's reunion is going to hit hard.

Please go watch Dead Boy Detectives so that it could get renewed for another season and so that we can see the reunion 😭

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #niko sasaki #they're just friendship goals fr #where can i find that T-T #i will never shut up about them #WE NEED MORE FRIENDSHIPS LIKE THAT IN MEDIA PLEASE #I BEG OF YOU

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broadwaydivastournament · 1 year ago

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Broadway Divas Tournament: 2A

Donna Murphy (1959) “DONNA MURPHY (Anna) received the 1996 Tony Award, as well as Drama Desk and Outer Critics Circle nominations for her performance in The King and I. She also received the 1994 Tony and Drama Desk Awards for her portrayal of Fosca in Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine’s Passion. Last summer she was featured as Dorothy Trowbridge in Mr. Lapine’s Twelve Dreams at Lincoln Center (Drama Desk nomination). Other Broadway Credits include: Edwin Drood in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, The Human Comedy, and They’re Playing Our Song. Off-B’way: The Whore in Michael John LaChuisa’s Hello Again (Drama Desk nom.), Rose in Song of Singapore (Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle noms.), Hey Love; The Songs of Mary Rodgers, Privates on Parade, Showing Off, Birds of Paradise, A…My Name is Alice, Little Shop of Horrors. Regional work includes Miss Julie (McCarter), Pal Joey (Huntington), Williamstown, Portland Shage Co. and Goodspeed. She made her feature film debut in Jade, and co-stared (sp) in “Someone Had to Be Benny” for HBO. Other TV includes: Francesa Cross on Stephen Bocho’s “Murder One,” “Law & Order,” “A Table at Ciro’s” (PBS Great Performances), “Another World” and the American Playhouse Production of Passion. Ms. Murphy can be heard on the original cast recordings of Passion (Grammy Award), and Hello Again, and is featured on Leonard Bernstein’s New York on Electra/Noneshuch.” – Playbill bio from The King and I, December 1996.

Mary Beth Peil (1940) "MARY BETH PEIL (Anna Leonowens), before joining the 1982 Los Angeles production of The King and I, received national acclaim for her television portrayal of Alma Winemiller in Lee Hoiby's opera Summer and Smoke (based on the Tennessee Williams play), produced by PBS and the Chicago Opera Theatre. As a member of New York's Theatre for a New Audience she has apperaed in many productions of Shakespeare. A Graduate of Northwestern University and a First Prize winner of the Metropolitian Opera Auditions, Mary Beth has been featured in opera and musical theatre with such companies as The Metropolitan Opera National Company, the New York City Opera, the Lake George Opera and the Minnesota Opera. She has appeared as soloist with the New York Philharmonic, Honolulu Symphony, Buffalo Philharmonic, the New York Young Concert Artists and the Cincinnati Area Artists Series. Favorite musical theatre roles that she has performed include Rosabella in Most Happy Fella, Magnolia in Show Boat and Kate in Kiss Me, Kate." - Playbill bio from The King and I, March, 1985.

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#broadwaydivastournament #broadway #broadway divas #tournament poll #musical theatre #donna murphy #mary beth peil #round 2a

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