I don't know if you still want people to post here or care- but I just saw this Tuesday and since it's not already here I thought I'd mention what happens to the Male Witch after the rave.
NY Production- Tuesday Nov. 29th
The male witch removes the goat's head, still covered in blood and buck-ass-naked, and flees the room past where Hecate is sitting. I was the only one following him at this point ( the rave is just winding down as he goes so he manages to go mostly unnoticed). I'd been following him since the ball scene (he danced with me, I felt loyal after that) so I made sure to follow him out. At this point I figured he would disappear behind a locked door to whatever backstage existed to wash up and get dressed. Not the case at all.
He staggers though a hallway to a stylized bathroom, where a shower is already running. A change of clothes is waiting there. He collapses into the shower, strung out and miserable, scrubbing blood off of himself. He's gone from being a terrifying demon-god-thing to a supremely vulnerable, pitiful young man in moments. I stand there, watching him shower for briefly before averting my eyes to look at the ceiling- the moment is staggeringly intimate, more invasion of privacy then I can handle even with the mask on. When I saw Lady M strip down in the 'Out, out damn spot' scene there were about thirty other ghosts- this time it's just me and him and I feel strange.
The shower stops, he collapses out of it onto the tile floor, totally wasted, staring at me for help. He points to a towel. I hand it to him and he stands and manages to start to dry himself. He points to his white dress shirt, I get that for him too and hold it up for him to slip his arms into and help him work it onto his shoulders. He falls again, still naked except for the unbuttoned shirt and lays against the wall. He points to his pants, I pull them off the hanger, fuss with them for a bit trying to figure out which way is up and how to work around all the suspendery 1940's stuff attached while he looks as bemused as he can, under the circumstances. I pull them onto his outstretched legs as he fumbles with the laces of his shoes. Mostly dressed, he reached out both hands to me to pull him up. I go to pull away once he's standing again but he holds onto me and begins to lead me out of the corridor and down the stairs. Now we begin to pass people again who start to follow in our wake. He keeps stumbling on the stairs, still drunk or high on witch rave orgy power, and I keep tightening my hand like he's really falling and I have to keep him steady. He seems to like that reaction and stumbles more, ignoring everyone following except for me.
We reach the banquet room for the finale, he stands with me- takes my other hand and stares into my face until I look him in the eye. He looks grateful, showing the closest thing I've seen to affection from him or any of the cast since the thing started and then pulls away, looking sorry and resigned that everything is reaching it's end and there's nothing to be done about it.
And that's where the Male Witch goes after the rave. It's not supposed to be a one on one- anyone can follow. It was totally extraordinary.
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The Male Witch
Date: 2011-12-03 12:25 am (UTC)NY Production- Tuesday Nov. 29th
The male witch removes the goat's head, still covered in blood and buck-ass-naked, and flees the room past where Hecate is sitting. I was the only one following him at this point ( the rave is just winding down as he goes so he manages to go mostly unnoticed). I'd been following him since the ball scene (he danced with me, I felt loyal after that) so I made sure to follow him out. At this point I figured he would disappear behind a locked door to whatever backstage existed to wash up and get dressed. Not the case at all.
He staggers though a hallway to a stylized bathroom, where a shower is already running. A change of clothes is waiting there. He collapses into the shower, strung out and miserable, scrubbing blood off of himself. He's gone from being a terrifying demon-god-thing to a supremely vulnerable, pitiful young man in moments. I stand there, watching him shower for briefly before averting my eyes to look at the ceiling- the moment is staggeringly intimate, more invasion of privacy then I can handle even with the mask on. When I saw Lady M strip down in the 'Out, out damn spot' scene there were about thirty other ghosts- this time it's just me and him and I feel strange.
The shower stops, he collapses out of it onto the tile floor, totally wasted, staring at me for help. He points to a towel. I hand it to him and he stands and manages to start to dry himself. He points to his white dress shirt, I get that for him too and hold it up for him to slip his arms into and help him work it onto his shoulders. He falls again, still naked except for the unbuttoned shirt and lays against the wall. He points to his pants, I pull them off the hanger, fuss with them for a bit trying to figure out which way is up and how to work around all the suspendery 1940's stuff attached while he looks as bemused as he can, under the circumstances. I pull them onto his outstretched legs as he fumbles with the laces of his shoes. Mostly dressed, he reached out both hands to me to pull him up. I go to pull away once he's standing again but he holds onto me and begins to lead me out of the corridor and down the stairs. Now we begin to pass people again who start to follow in our wake. He keeps stumbling on the stairs, still drunk or high on witch rave orgy power, and I keep tightening my hand like he's really falling and I have to keep him steady. He seems to like that reaction and stumbles more, ignoring everyone following except for me.
We reach the banquet room for the finale, he stands with me- takes my other hand and stares into my face until I look him in the eye. He looks grateful, showing the closest thing I've seen to affection from him or any of the cast since the thing started and then pulls away, looking sorry and resigned that everything is reaching it's end and there's nothing to be done about it.
And that's where the Male Witch goes after the rave. It's not supposed to be a one on one- anyone can follow. It was totally extraordinary.