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theflynnriders​:

With two glasses of champagne in hand, Flynn slowly made his way over to his theater professor - keeping himself in character the entire time, prepared to follow up on the prank that had somehow not fallen through yet even over an entire year later. “Prescott?” he questions, throwing his voice ever so slightly to make it a bit less recognizable without being too obvious. Holding out the second glass, he smiles politely at the other. “We meet again.” @prescottpantos​

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Prescott would have been lying if they said they hadn’t been waiting for something all night. Or, more so, someone. Someone who, based on passive searching, had only seemed to exist one night long, long ago. That’s why, when the mysterious stranger made his way over with flutes in hand, they almost had to catch their breath. But, they were an actor, and they could maintain chalance if it was the last thing they did. “Eugene.” Dutifully, they reached out for the glass, swirling the liquid in the glass after. Was that something people did with bubbly? Prescott was not one to drink in public settings, lest their students think less of them, but today was an exception. Besides, hopefully they’d all be too distracted to care (as they had been last year). “So we do.” They lifted the glass up for a cheers before drinking any, lips fighting the upturn of a relieved smile. “I was starting to think I’d made you up.”

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Prescott lovingly titled this look “The Dreamer”, curated in no small part by the role of Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

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send 🎁 for our muses to wrap gifts together . (poppy)

Prescott had texted her earlier that morning, not surprised when she readily agreed to join him for the day; many of their plans were spontaneous, albeit that not always being the most convenient, meaning they knew they could probably rope her into a full blown wrapping day last minute. By the time she showed up to their place, it was already decked out with numerous stations, festive music, wines, and finger foods. “Come in!” They yelled when they heard the knock on the door, maneuvering the third white bottle into the small fridge (just in case). When they turned around to the sight of her and Lily, Prescott’s seemingly permanent smile got wider. “My sun and my stars,” they welcomed, crossing the distance to plant a quick kiss to her forehead. “And my little moon, too!” They mirrored the kiss on the little girl’s head, heart only crumbling a bit at the giggle it elicited. “The whole universe is in my home tonight? How can but one man be so lucky?” @artsandpoppy

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🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together (kitty)

“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor,” Prescott sang after majestically opening the front door of the candy shop. Their eyes scanned the small space before landing on the lady in question, grin growing wide. “Could you be mine?” They quickly and gracefully maneuvered the aisle down, trapping her into a hug. “Would you be mine?” When they pulled back from the hug, Prescott lifted Kitty’s hand to guide her in a spin, bridled with holiday cheer. “Another Christmas in Corona with my favorite Cuckoo, and another candy tree.” It was part business ploy, part tradition; individually wrapped candies got discounted after the holidays, but the duo had found that decorating a tree with them did wonders for her sales. It became a post-Christmas staple on the island, seeing the tree in her display window, and every time they came in, they saw children begging their parents to pick out some ‘ornaments’ to bring home. “Where’s our victim?” They asked, glancing around for the tree.

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artsandpoppy​:

Seeing the way River caught Prescott’s attention, Poppy was fairly certain they had found a winner. Which wasn’t a surprise at all - River was one of if not just the best Christmas song ever recorded as far as she was concerned. It wasn’t necessarily her go-to holiday karaoke song, simply because well… it hit a little too close to home sometimes if she let it, but that didn’t negate how perfect the record was. Especially for the two of them to create into a duet. “We’re gonna see, I guess,” she declares, already set now on the fact that this would indeed be the song they sang together. “We’ll probably make me cry, honestly. How shall we split it? First two verses for you second two for me? Opposite way around?” The logistics were important and Poppy knew exactly which lines she preferred to have - which ones she could truly reach into her soul and put all of her own pent up emotions behind - but she also knew Prescott would have a better understanding of what would work big picture for this performance. “Let’s do this.”

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“You’re right! You’re always right.” Prescott agreed while shaking out their shoulders, preparing for the performance they were moments away from providing. The two were no strangers to sharing a stage, and the island must’ve come to anticipate them splitting spotlights by now. Again, something they never would have anticipated, but who were they to complain about the nature of such wonderful connections in their life? There was a lot to sort out in a short amount of time, so they nodded along as Poppy took charge. “Mhmm, mhmm,” they hummed along, upper body leaned in as though such would help them absorb the info better. “I want you on the first two. You have that sweet, butterscotch voice that is going to ring in the hearts of these monotonous bores. You’ll restore their faith in humanity, and I’ll come in to secure it for years to come. You hit harmonies on the second refrain, and I’ll adlib over you on the outro?” It was ambitious, but so were they. After all, there was no one they felt so confident pulling off such a performance with.

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artsandpoppy​:

With there being little to no line for the Christmas Karaoke station, Poppy turned to her friend beside her with a uncharacteristically serious expression on her face. “We need a game plan,” she decides in a bit of a rush. When she’d suggested she and Prescott perform a few songs together, she’d expected there to be fairly long wait before they’d actually go on - enough time for them to figure out which songs they wanted to sing, maybe even practice a little routine or something. But it seemed like they were going to have to improvise today, which was fine - they could handle that. What was more worrying was having to pick their carols without a chance to debate. “Do we go with the classic but kind of problematic Baby, it’s Cold Outside? White Christmas? I’ll be Home for Christmas? Or do we take a non-duet song and split it up ourselves? Show them we have our own creativity and don’t need to copy everyone else? Ooohh. What if we do River? I bet you no one else is performing that.” Granted it would probably dampen the christmas spirit around everyone for awhile, Poppy included, but it was so beautiful and would definitely make for a memorable performance - which she knew was likely Prescott’s main goal. @prescottpantos​

Prescott’s eyes shot open at the words, lips pausing mid buzz in their attempt to warm up their vocal folds. It was like her statement that they needed a plan made it clear how little time they had, or perhaps that was just their tendency to match energies; Poppy sure was bouncing with it right now, and her ideas seemed to come like a spitfire, drawing them into her thought process easily. They hummed in thought to Baby, It’s Cold Outside, shook their head to the two standards, and started to chew on their lip at the concept of splitting up. It wasn’t like they were dependent on her, of course -- they just loved working alongside her. Prescott was trying to come up with some other ideas, about to voice one even, when Poppy suggested River. Immediately, their eyes widened, and they turned to face her full on. “Do you think the dramatically impaired islanders have the emotional capacity for it?” They asked in all seriousness, once again a mirror of their other half. Joni would make a statement like none other, and the possibilities had ideas and excitement swirling like a drug in the pit of their stomach. “Because I’m thinking we sing this as two fate-worn lovers, mourning the absence of one another. Move when you sing, still when you don’t, drive on narrative. We can definitely make someone cry.” And, though the statement shouldn’t have brought them joy, it lit something in them, sparkling their eyes and widening the ever-growing grin. “Shall we put the miss in Christmas, my dear Poppy?”

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Their throat was getting raw, in the best way. Prescott and Poppy had just finished ‘Jolly Holiday’, complete with a dance routine that had left them both out of breath, and they’d even managed to get a few kids to join in. As far as fall festivals went, this one had to take the (metaphorical) cake. Prescott had wandered off in search of a drink to cure their parched desires, but their indecision had them walking from booth to booth in thought. As they looped back for their third time around, they noticed a man watching their movements, and who would they be not to address him? “Why, hello! The name is Burt.” They greeted, taking no mental note of telling the man his real name. It wasn’t as important in the moment as the cup held in his hand. “Might I ask what you’re drinking?” @beteonit​

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artsandpoppy​:

Letting Prescott lift her hands into the air, her glow brightened even more so as they took in and approved of the costume Poppy had worked so hard on perfecting. “Anything for my dear Bert,” she agreed, eagerly following their instruction and giving a little twirl. At the end of her spin she dips down into a curtsy, keeping hold of their hand and pulling out all the dramatics by lifting it to her lips to place a smack of a kiss on the back of it. “If you think this is good - just wait until you see what I’ve made for you. And Lilies! We’re going to be so cute!” Standing back up straight, the brunette interlocks their fingers and pulls Prescott along further into her home. “Do you think we might actually have a chance at winning? Think about all the things we could do for the department with that money! But even if we don’t win, this will still be perfect publicity. We’re going to get so many new members!” There were so many reasons for the two of them to dress up together - to celebrate their friendship, to give them yet another opportunity to perform musical numbers together, and also to recruit new students and volunteers for the the university’s theater and drama department.

Prescott lifted their free hand to their heart at her statement, offering a playful, doting smile in return. “If this were a ball, my dear Poppins, you would certainly be the belle.” Her dramatics were admirable, and they proudly watched her twirl before taking in a bashful gasp. “And you’ll make a gentleman of me yet.” They allowed themself to be pulled further into the home as they envisioned what she came up with for them and Lily, excitement once again fueling their chest. The question about winning brought a thoughtful purse to their lips, but they squeezed Poppy’s hand in response. “I think that, since the universe conspired in our meeting, we shall leave it to fate to decide whether this island will appreciate all your hard work.” A self-proclaimed king of getting their hopes up, they were trying hard to remain somewhat realistic, but with her costume? Prescott might not have to rig the polls for her to get the respect she deserves. Her discussion of new members made their heart full in a way they couldn’t contain, however, and they used their grip on their hand to pull her to a stop. “I never really asked you if you wanted to get this involved with the department, did I?” It was an oversight, to say the least, and their smile (and words) softened as they squeezed her hand again before releasing it. “Not to get sentimental before we pull out the wine, but you’ve become such a light in my life that I sometimes forget you haven’t always been in it. Any students we recruit are all thanks to you, Pink.”

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cuckockitty​:

Stopping by the school for a quick lunch with Wirt, there’s always one stop she has to make before she can go back to the candy store: to visit her dear Prescott. Even if it’s just a quick visit to drop off some of their favourite candy, she doesn’t like leaving without at least making the rounds to say hi to all her friends. After stopping by their office to no avail, Kitty makes her way to the school’s auditorium, almost positive that if they’re anywhere in the school, it will be there. “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?” she calls as she walks into the seemingly empty auditorium in search of Prescott. It’s not exactly a line that makes much sense in this situation, she realizes as her words ring through the empty space, but she’s almost certain that the sound of Shakespeare will be enough to capture Prescott’s attention if they are around here somewhere. “Wherest art thou, my dear friend?” she laughs as she completely butchers Shakespeare with that one, knowing she’ll hear it from them for that if they are around here anywhere. // @prescottpantos​

“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!” Prescott responded instantly, not even tying the voice to a face before doing so. It only took a moment to connect, however, as they flipped the switch, shooting a beam of brightness from the spotlight. When it was directed towards the woman, they grinned. “Yet thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.” They declared from where they stood on the small deck, assembled against the far back wall to provide some added level for the equipment. Without turning it off, they stepped down and walked towards where Kitty now stood, lit up in the audience as though they were staging a one-woman immersive rendition of Chicago. “My sugar queen, brought to me like a wayward dream of vanity and valiance! Have you come again to share your time and livelihood with me?” They asked, as if there was any question that the woman would be toting a bag of some kind of candy. Her presence may have been bad for their body (due to the now regular sugar indulgences), but she was so good for their happiness. “Also, what do you think? Too bright? Brighter?” They asked as an afterthought, glancing back at the powerful spotlight now shining on both of them.

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artsandpoppy​:

When the doorbell rang, Poppy had it open in a matter of seconds, having been ready and waiting since the moment Prescott texted they were near. After about a month of working on them - sewing together pieces, scouring the internet for hours to find the perfect accessories, and making them as close to the originals as she possibly could - their costumes for Halloween were complete. All that was left was making sure everything fit, which was exactly what tonight was for. A last minute fitting that, knowing the two of them, will also probably turn into a chorography rehearsal. Because how could they dress up as two iconic musical characters and not create a little routine together? Already dressed in her own outfit, with her hair pinned up and makeup done as well, Poppy greeted her friend the only way that seemed appropriate. In song. “Oooh it’s a jolly holiday with you, Bert,” she begins to sing as a champagne colored glow radiates off of her skin. Taking Prescott’s hand in her own, she pulls them inside and closes the door before continuing. “Gentlefolk like you are few.” @prescottpantos​

Prescott was radiating excitement. Absolute, all-encompassing excitement, and for good reason. Halloween was one of their favorite holidays of the year, as everyone tapped into their creative sides for it, but it had been years since they’d last matched costumes with anyone. It presented a world of opportunity, and who could be a better partner in crime for it than one of their most beloved friends? They’d barely been standing at the door for a moment before it swung open, revealing the woman in full costume and already breaking into song. It was easy to get dragged into Poppy’s world, when she could glow like a second sun in your everyday life, and they allowed the center of their galaxy to shift as they followed her lead. “Can’t put me finger on what lies in store, but I feel what’s to happened all happened before.” The lyrics floated easily in return, leaving Prescott with a grin as they lifted the joint hands to pause her motions. “My my, Ms. Poppins!” They exclaimed, holding her hand above her head enough to take in the full look. “Might I say that you look stunning! Spectacular! Spare a spin for your favorite fan?” They asked in the colloquial British accent they’d been practicing for Bert, stepping back just a hair so she’d have room to twirl.

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“To educate a person in the mind but not in morals is to educate a menace to society.” - Roosevelt

BASIC

NAME: Prescott Pantos NICKNAMES: Pants, Pres, P AGE: 37 GENDER: non-binary PRONOUNS: they/them or he/him

FAMILY

PARENTS: Elisa and Maxwell Pantos (out of contact) SIBLINGS: none

PHYSIAL ATTRIBUTES

FACE CLAIM: Ben Feldman HEIGHT: 5′8 HAIR COLOR: brown EYE COLOR: brown DOMINANT HAND: right PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: none LEARNING DISABILITIES: none ALLERGIES: latex DISORDERS: none FASHION: semi-ambiguous, flowy pants, high waists, button up shirts, dress shoes, neutral colors NERVOUS TICS: being even more dramatic

LIFESTYLE

HOME/APARTMENT/DORM/OTHER: homeowner PLACE OF BIRTH: Corona METHOD OF TRAVEL: car, foot PHONE: Blackberry Key2 LE LAPTOP/COMPUTER: PC Desktop Computer (dated) PETS: a clown fish named Caliban FURTHEST EDUCATION: high school (later, online certification courses for teaching)

CAREER: drama professor

RELIGION/BELIEFS: highly spiritual, not at all religious DRUGS/ALCOHOL USE: drinks exclusively

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: perpetually uncertain SEXUAL ORIENTATION: perpetually uncertain AVAILABILITY: single LANGUAGES: English (primary), Latin, Greek, Italian, some French

PHOBIAS: none (but has a healthy fear of insignificance) HOBBIES: acting, music, reading, painting, dancing, being dramatic SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram, Facebook

FAVORITE

LOCATION: the theatre GAMES: improv games MUSIC: musical soundtracks SHOWS: ever-changing MOVIES: screen adaptions of shows FOOD: crab rangoon dip BEVERAGE: seltzer with half a lemon slice COLOR: blood red

CHARACTER

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good MBTI: INFJ-T (processing, but extroverted in daily practice) WESTERN ZODIAC: pisces CHINESE ZODIAC: pig HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor TV TROPES: dramatic sidekick, hidden heart of gold SONG: I Know Where I’ve Been - Hairspray

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have you figured out your sexuality yet?

Nope!

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theflynnriders​:

In all honestly, Flynn had been recently thinking about stepping up and taking on a bigger role in one of the school’s productions. His advisor was practically breathing down his neck about needing to pick a major and encouraging him to maybe go into something in the drama department since those were the classes he actually seemed to excel at. And as much as he hated the pressure and having to make a decision this big - he was starting to think maybe his counselor was right. That maybe drama was the way to go. He knew he was destined to be a bartender or work some other shitty job for the rest of his life, so why did it matter what he got his degree in? Why not do it in something he actually sort of enjoyed? And he already knew if he did end up majoring in theater that Prescott’s pushing for him to play a larger part in the shows was only going to get stronger. So why not just give in now? With a small sigh of defeat, he finally looks up at his professor. “I don’t want a big role,” he’s quick to make known before continuing. “But… maybe something with a few lines wouldn’t be too bad…”

In all fairness, it wasn’t like they didn’t have a group of dedicated actors in their program; given how the youth of the island often needed easy credit courses, and their propensity towards needless dramatics on a daily basis anyways, the acting classes were never short in numbers. However, there was something noticeable in some students, a conglomerate of potential and unknown desire to blossom in the field, that fueled Prescott’s own passion for teaching. Breakthroughs were hard to come by nowadays, but hearing Flynn agree to take on a larger role? Willing to have lines? It was practically Christmas morning. “Yes!” They said instantly, arms spreading from where they were crossed across their chest to span out. Their hands curled into victorious fists, and their wide grin was accompanied by a small outward pump of them. “Of course! No big roles. I can work that.” Struggling to contain their excitement, their arms folded back again and their palms pressed together to point at Flynn. “We’ll start small, then. Characters who speak, but whose perfect delivery isn’t make or break. A proud teacher may have nothing on a humble student, but together? Oh, we’re going utilize that growing emotional depth and those puppy dog eyes to beautifully destroy audiences. Crowds will be masochistic at your whims.”

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What is your dream musical role?

A less racist Corny Collins. I was practically born for it.

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Fmk: any three people on the island

Although I despise the sheer magnitude of this question, I suppose I have promised to be honest... Perhaps, however, I will offer a few picks for each, as deciding one person to kill somehow feels more menacing than choosing enough to be an FBI recognized serial killer.

F: Drew (for old time’s sake), the King or Queen (for the hefty payoff it’d entail), and Guy (can you blame me). 

M: Poppy (obviously), Kitty (obviously), and mask guy from the ball (he counts).

K: Creek (obviously), Liam (so I can run the theater department on my own), and... maybe Flynn (only because I’m 40% certain he’s already a dead tree spirit sent to give me headaches).

@mcgalomaniac , @djdiamondg , @artsandpoppy , @cuckockitty , @theflynnriders

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whats your favorite stage production of all time?

This honesty hour is certainly testing my ability to compare apples and oranges. There are so many wonderful stage productions that I would love to bring to light, but to pick just one? You beseech me, thine entrant. Nevertheless, I shall cater to your whimsical spoils and name An Oak Tree as my favorite. I’ve seen many a staging of it, illegally online, and the mystery, unexpectedness, and sheer vulnerability you see from each actor as he enters into a scene he genuinely does not understand or predict redefines grief and anguish. Improv has never been done so delicately.

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Favorite and least favorite parts of teaching?

One of my favorite things about teaching drama is that it gives you the chance to analyze scripts from an unbiased standpoint. When I get a role, however small, I dig into the work with the mindset of my character. It is the only way to fully comprehend what your emotions should be throughout the entire performance, and is beautiful in its own right. That said, getting to enjoy such fine literature from an outsider’s perspective allows you to marvel at its intricacies in such a different way. I guess my other favorite thing would be the students, but they can be rather annoying, sometimes. Am I allowed to say that?

As for my least favorite thing, I would easily say that such is the time commitment. As much as I adore pouring my heart into the production end of things, you would not believe how hard it is to get cast in local theater with such limited nighttime availability. You think they’d make an exception for a star, but even I will begrudgingly respect the inner workings of a small-scale company that prioritizes timeliness.