Gluttony. The Piglet.
Fifteen minutes until curtain up.
Or would be, if there was a curtain.
It's drizzling, and the outdoor seats are all wet.
Vello is fretting.
What happens if no one turns up?
Bound to be some keen types, says David.
And we've sold heaps more tickets since yesterday, says Belle.
They will be Margaret's friends, says Katherine.
Katherine has brought five umbrellas.
Did you say Margaret? asks Gaius.
Yes, say Katherine. I asked her to bring her spare umbrellas.
Can I have an umbrella? asks Terence.
He is already in his florin costume, which is made of cardboard.
Here you are, says Katherine. Try and stay dry.
Terence opens his umbrella.
Hedley appears, with his mother.
Wet night! says Hedley's mother.
Do I get an umbrella? asks Hedley.
We already have an umbrella, says Hedley's mother.
But HE's got his own, says Hedley.
A queue is forming, at the gate.
Denis hobbles past it, with Ageless.
Look, a lobster, says someone.
It's the understudy, says someone else.
Of the hobbling guy? asks the first person.
Yeah, that's Denis Diderot, says the second person. He's the one playing Candide.
But he's hobbling, says the first one.
I know, says the second. How cool will it be if the lobster has to take over?
The queues becomes longer.
Some of Hedley's mother's friends, several members of the Geological Society, and three employees from Bunnings.
Margaret bustles past them with a load of umbrellas and makes her way backstage.
She is looking for Gaius, but Gaius has vanished.
He has gone to the gate to check tickets.
It was supposed to be Arthur's job, but Arthur isn't doing it.
When do we get the free umbrellas? asks someone.
When you go through, says Gaius.
What about torches? asks another.
We only have twenty torches, says Gaius.
Grumbling ensues.
Margaret has found Katherine.
You look nice, says Katherine.
Yes you do, says Belle. And thanks for bringing all those umbrellas. Would you mind going back to the gate and handing them out?
All right, says Margaret.
She goes back to the gate with her load of umbrellas.
Oh hello, Margaret, says Gaius. Come to relieve me?
She has, but he's already backing away.