LXG and the Quest for the Holy Grail
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Spamalot. What could be better than that?
Disclaimer: I don't own LXG or Spamalot. That would be Fox and Monty Python, respectively. I own only Daria, Mariah, the stage crew, and the idea of sticking these guys in a blender and hitting 'puree'. If you are confused about Daria, check out my profile for directions.
The League members looked up at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse of sorts.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Quatermain asked.
Sawyer held up a scrap of paper. "Number Sixteen Python Lane. This is it."
"Would someone remind me why we are here?" Gray asked in a bored voice. He eyed the somewhat run-down building with distaste.
Mina sighed. "Because this is where Mycroft Holmes told us to go for the first part of our mission. Did you miss that part of the briefing, Dorian?"
They stood there for a moment.
"Isn't anyone going to knock?" Jekyll asked.
The League members looked at one another, none of them really wanting to be the one to knock on the door. Finally Daria shook her head.
"Fine. I'll do it." She walked up to the warehouse door and knocked firmly. The sound echoed in the quiet, nearly-empty street.
The door opened from the inside, revealing a young woman with blue eyes, glasses, and shockingly red hair. "Are you the League?" she asked.
"Yeah," Sawyer said, pushing his way to the front. "I'm Tom Sawyer and this is-"
The woman held up a hand and grinned. "I know who y'all are. Come on in." She opened the door wider and stepped to one side to let them in. The eight League members filed in, looking around at their surroundings. The warehouse was large. Along one wall was a stage of some sort with the curtains drawn. Cables and other equipment were strewn across the floor, except for where a large numbers of chairs had been set up. A couple of people worked at sewing machines and only briefly looked up as the red-haired woman led the League into the room.
"Wot kind of set-up do you 'ave 'ere anyway?" Skinner asked, looking around.
"And exactly who are you?" Nemo wanted to know.
The woman grinned again. "Easy question. My name is Mariah, and I could use your help." Mariah turned and whistled sharply. A teenaged girl with wavy brown hair and green eyes padded up and handed Mariah a stack of booklets, who handed one to each member of the League.
Quatermain looked at the booklet in his hands. There was a single word on the cover.
"'Scripts'?" he asked blankly.
Mariah nodded. "Miss Camer here and I had a bet. I lost. Now I have to put on a musical. You'll find parts, lines, and directions in there. Talk to Ana-" she pointed at another young woman, who was over by the sewing machines, and continued, "for costumes. Dressing rooms are over that way. I'll see you in an hour or so."
She turned and left them, arguing good-naturedly with Miss Camer.
Jekyll looked at the script in his hands. "Does anyone here now how to sing?"