Saga - PT The Play's the Thing | Evil Author Day| unfinished humor (Jocasta Nu)

Title: The Play's the Thing
Author: Raissa Baiard
Characters: Jocasta Nu, Caleb Dume (young Kanan)
Genre: Humor, vignette
Timeframe: Saga PT
Synopsis: Jocasta Nu directs the Padawans' Seasonal Drama, Amleth.

For last year's Mods' Dare Challenge I received the following dare from @devilinthedetails

Unfortunately, this was as far I was was able to write before my life went completely sideways I'm not sure that I will ever finish it, so if someone wants to write the epic tale of thespian intrigue that is Caleb Dume performing Hamlet in Spaaace for the Padawan's Seasonal Drama, please be my guest....
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Jocasta Nu rubbed her temples.

For over thirty years now, she’d been in charge of the Padawans’ Seasonal Drama. Each year she directed the Temple’s most promising young thespians in some of the Galaxy’s great dramas, plays that were not only masterpieces of literature, but also illuminated the sentient condition. The performances had enjoyed a certain level of prestige and acclaim, and every year, padawans clamored to be a part of the play, seeking even the tiniest roles as long as they were able to be on stage.

Some years’ productions were triumphant, others merely adequate. But in all those years, she’d never had a production remotely like this one.

This year’s play was to be W’lem Jakspeeir’s Amleth, the classic tale of vengeance and madness. Jocasta was particularly fond of it; young Obi-Wan Kenobi’s performance in the title role had been the pinnacle of her career as director. Ah, now there was a padawan who had had the gravitas, the dignity, the dramatic intensity to do justice to the part of Amleth, the (Danish) prince!

In this year’s crop, however, there was only one padawan who had the necessary focus to remember all of Amleth’s lines.

That Dume child…

Jocasta sighed and reached for her (aspirin). Caleb Dume had been a trial to her since his youngling days when he would climb the shelves in the Archives to find the holobook--or two or three or ten-- he wanted instead of asking a page droid to retrieve it like a civilized being. Intellectual curiosity was a virtue, of course, but in moderate doses, not the ridiculous lengths to which Dume took it. The questions the boy could come up with! Oh dear Force, the questions! “Why wouldn’t Amleth just tell someone he’d seen a ghost? I would have.” “Why is tigmary supposed to be for remembrance anyway? Why isn’t it, I don’t know, cranial flowers?, ” “Why didn’t they call a healer or a med droid or something instead of just letting everyone die at the end?”

It was enough to drive her as mad as the (Danish) Prince himself.
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Oh the endless questions! I particularly liked, why didn't they just call a healer or a med-droid at the end?

Yeah, I think "sideways" is a good descriptor for 2020.

 

A classic! Opera, too, would call for this question and oh, if Obi-Wan (McGregor) could have sung, I don't know, Edgardo in Lucia di Lammermoor, the same question would have arose!