I would like to propose a play, titled quicksia, among ilp members, taking on characters, interacting, changing through interactions, trying to keep storylines consistent and continuous. Anyone may contribute additional characters and plots with the qualification that there be honest and believable scenes following in somewkind of understandable sequence. The characters may be autographical or alluded to ilp members, with adherance toward the usual requirement of not posting abusive as hominems.
If I may start with the opening scene,
Act 1 scene 1.
The scene takes place in a non descript hotel somewhere in a southern town. The rooms are all decorated the same, and most rooms reflect the flickering red neon of Knickerbocker Hotel.
The opening is the lobby, where guests are arriving to some kind of gathering , as yet undefined.
The lobby is decorated with various shades of orange and yellow, furnished with turn of the century heavy damask, and equally formidable biedermeyer desks and cabinets
Large Louis XVI chandeliers throw myraid angled light over blue cream décor.
There seems an urgency to the place of high expectation, anticipating the arrival of someone of great interest
Soft music can be heard seeps sleepy from the piano bar over which the droolimg contraalto of a chantuse forlornly resonates the othervise vapid athmosphere of the elegantly subdued relic of a hotel.
There are several people milling around, and the courteous hotel clerk is silently going about his business of checking people in. He is of middle age, orbsatjwr a shallow complexion, projecting a very boringly curtious expression.
The man he is checking in is Mr Alfonzo, the director if an upcoming play quicksia set to open in the Grand Opera House, right next door
On his sleeve is Miss Sanded, the lead, who is said to have come out of rehab. She looks dazed AMD confused.
Clerk (very subdued but but ostentatious) : Here are Your keys, Mr Alfonzo I hope You'all will find your stay quite pleasant.
Alfonzo : Thanks. (Turning to misse Sanded, a woman obviously decades younger them Billy her latest paramour, in tow, carrying pill boxes and monogrammed suitcases if various colors and shapes. Billy appears put out and his demeanor suggests flat affect, and a sort of special distaste toward Alfonzo
Billy, : Now Sonia, you know about the last performace, amand how horrid the review were, ........
Alfonzo :for god's sakes, stop bothering her, she needs sleep, and lots of it, you know how your silly allusions to want that part is making her very confused. Wait until Provokino gets here, he will put you. In your place.
Everyone proceeds to ascend to the forth floor to their respective suiites among the busy jostling of thew personnel in charge of the hotel's varied functions
Would anyone care to continue this story?