Today Shy and I developed some material consisting of different spectators watching an invisible Maud Allan dance The Vision of Salome. Currently, we're imagining that there would be spotlights that fade in and out so that certain spectators are highlighted at different times, with some overlap between the characters. Each of us would play two different characters: Verna, an aristocratic white guy, a desiring South Asian femme, and a disgusted South Asian femme. We would probably extend the desiring South Asian femme section to make it overlap more with the disgusted femme at the end.
Password for all: "Maud"
Shy as Disgusted Femme
Here's the script for when each character appears in relation to the text:
[Tophat] To Maud Allan, swaying like a passion flower in the last steps of the Seven veils, a giant negro brought upon a great salver Jokanaan. [Verna joins] Her eyes half closed, the dancer raised by its dank hair the ghastly prize of Herodias’ daughter. She leaned towards its lips. Gently the severed head touched her wrists, and there shot through her a terrible tremor, a shivering of the soul. [Tophat fades] Upon her white flesh were the stains, dark crimson clots. [Verna fades, Desiring Femme starts] It was blood. Her body rigid as though carved in marble, the dancer slowly forced her eyes to the face she held aloft. It was the face of a man not long since dead. (Disgusted femme starts). As one from whom life passes very quickly, she crumpled to the floor. (Desiring femme fades) From her hands dropped the head. It rolled upon her breast and fell beside her, leaving upon her white body a crimson trail.
Password for all: "Maud"
Cyn as Tophat Guy
Shy as Verna
Cyn as Desiring Femme (inspired by Babli!)
Cyn as Desiring Femme (inspired by Babli!)
Shy as Disgusted Femme
Here's the script for when each character appears in relation to the text:
[Tophat] To Maud Allan, swaying like a passion flower in the last steps of the Seven veils, a giant negro brought upon a great salver Jokanaan. [Verna joins] Her eyes half closed, the dancer raised by its dank hair the ghastly prize of Herodias’ daughter. She leaned towards its lips. Gently the severed head touched her wrists, and there shot through her a terrible tremor, a shivering of the soul. [Tophat fades] Upon her white flesh were the stains, dark crimson clots. [Verna fades, Desiring Femme starts] It was blood. Her body rigid as though carved in marble, the dancer slowly forced her eyes to the face she held aloft. It was the face of a man not long since dead. (Disgusted femme starts). As one from whom life passes very quickly, she crumpled to the floor. (Desiring femme fades) From her hands dropped the head. It rolled upon her breast and fell beside her, leaving upon her white body a crimson trail.
