CLOSING WEEKEND for “The Wolf and the Witch”!

Just three more chances to see the world premiere of our new improvised fairy tale show, “The Wolf and the Witch”, at the Ballard Underground: Friday October 10th at 8PM, Saturday October 11th at 8PM, and Sunday October 12th at 2PM.

Tickets are $15 at the door, or $12 in advance at Brown Paper Tickets by clicking here: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/840770 Kids get in for just $10.

And for those with families, did you know that we’re one of “Erika’s Weekend Picks” on SeattlesChild.com? Our show is appropriate for ages 6 and up.

Last weekend’s shows were a great success and delighted audience members of all ages. As an audience member Saturday put it on Facebook, “Great show! Really fun! (5 stars)”.

Don’t miss your last chance to see our unique fairy tales come to life!

GETTING THERE:
Ballard Underground
220 NW Market St, Seattle, WA, WA 98107

Finding the front door can be tricky, a bit like a fairytale journey. The Ballard Underground is located between Bop Street Records and Great Harvest Northwest. Take the street level door down the staircase and our lobby is the second door on your left. If you hit the Metaphysical library, you’ve gone too far!

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“The Wolf and the Witch” opens THIS WEEKEND!

We are beyond excited to be bringing the world premiere of our new improvised fairy tale show, “The Wolf and the Witch”, to the Ballard Underground for 2 weekends starting THIS FRIDAY October 3rd and running through October 12.

Click here to buy tickets!

And for those with families, did you know that we’re one of “Erika’s Weekend Picks” on SeattlesChild.com this weekend? Advance tickets are just $10 for the kids, and $12 for all other kids at heart. Our show is appropriate for ages 6 and up.

All shows at 8PM except for the Sunday, Oct 12 matinee performance at 2PM.

GETTING THERE:
Ballard Underground
220 NW Market St, Seattle, WA, WA 98107

Finding the front door can be tricky, a bit like a fairytale journey. The Ballard Underground is located between Bop Street Records and Great Harvest Northwest. Take the street level door down the staircase and our lobby is the second door on your left. If you hit the Metaphysical library, you’ve gone too far!

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Our Fairy Tales #3 (The Wolf and the Witch)

The Wolf and the Witch, our world premiere improvised fairy tale show, runs October 3 – 12 at the Ballard Underground and tickets are onsale now ($12 advance purchase.) Click here to buy tickets at Brown Paper Tickets!

The cast of “The Wolf and the Witch” is writing their own original fairy tales as part of the rehearsal process. Story #1 was “The Tale of Hubert and Pooch” by Cheryl Platz, and Story #2 was “Sharing isn’t Caring” by Chris Wong.

Christine models some costume pieces at an early fitting

Christine models some costume pieces at an early fitting

Today’s story comes to us from Christine Riippi, whose debut with Seattle Experimental Theater was alongside Chris and Cheryl in “Wedding Horror Stories” in Summer 2013. Christine’s challenge was to write a new fairy tale that incorporated elements of several other familiar tales.

The Tale of Sisters Robin Hoode and Peeta Pann

by Christine Riippi

Once upon a time there were two sisters: Robin Hoode and Peeta Pann. While there were twins by birth, they could not be more different in demeanor and values. Robin Hoode was a brave, clever girl while Peeta Pann favored a life of playtime, yearning to stay set in her childish, flighty ways forever.

The girls lived with their grandmother in a cottage, deep in the Neverneverhamm Woods. Grandmother had recently fallen ill and was bedridden. As she grew more ill, the girls were afraid they would lose her for good. They decided to venture into town for help. The girls gathered up the last five gold coins they had and kissed Grandmother on the forehead. Before they left, Grandmother told them, “Stay on the path to the village, no matter what temptations you see. The forest is property of Sherriff Hooksby – villagers are allowed to stay on the path but those who venture off dissappear into the forest and do not return. When you have reached the village, ask for the apothecary, Jeannie Lampe. Give her the golden coins and she will give you three magical healing vials. And remember, stay on the path.”

The girls left their house and headed out into the wilderness. They had only been gone twenty steps when Peeta saw a rabbit hopping through the bushes. Peeta – not remembering Grandmother’s words of warning – darted off the dirt path and straight into the woods, laughing and calling after the rabbit. “Peeta! No!” exclaimed Robin, running after her, far off the path.

The sisters soon found themselves alone and surrounded by the dark woods. Suddenly, a looming figure appeared in sillouhette between the trees.

“It is against the law to enter the forest of Sherriff Hooksby!” a low, booming voice called out, “And now, you must pay the price.”

“We did not mean to offend, Sir,” Robin replied, holding the shaking Peeta behind her.
“No one ever means to offend. But nevertheless, you disobeyed the law. And if you wish to escape with your lives, you must do something for me.”
“What do you want?” Robin asked. The figure held up an arm, which was shaped like a giant hook.
“Many years ago I was cursed in this forest. I am not able to leave until this burden is gone. Bring me the three magical healing vials from Jeannie Lampe and I will allow you to leave my forest unharmed.”
“But what of our ill Grandmother-”
“She will die.”
“Robin,” Peeta whispered so the figure wouldn’t hear her, “If we just say yes, we will get to leave anyway. We can tell him yes, then go get the vials and keep them for ourselves.”
“But that wouldn’t be honest, Peeta – that’s not right,” Robin said. Peeta rolled her eyes.
“What does he know?! Come on – one little lie won’t hurt anyone,” Peeta raised her voice, “We’ll do it!”
“We have a deal,” the figure answered, “Now – my insurance.” And with a crack of thunder, Peeta was gone and Robin stood alone.
“When you’ve returned with my vials, you’ll have your sister back.”

Robin ran from the woods as fast as she could and did not stop until she saw the lights of the village ahead. She ran through the village gates and immediately began searching for Jeannie Lampe. She spent hours running up and down the streets of the village, asking everyone she met where to find Jeannie Lampe, but no one knew. It was growing dark and Robin was feeling defeated, when she finally saw a little cart with a merchant in the distance.

“Excuse me, do you know of Jeannie Lampe?” she asked the merchant. The kindly old man held up a small, golden lamp in response.

“Here you are: the last of the genuine Jeannie Lampes. Three healing vials guaranteed to cure any ailment you may have,” he said proudly. Robin spied several other lamps in the cart that looked exactly like the one he held.

“If that is the last one, what are those?” she asked.

“Oh, those are impressions,” he said knowingly, “To make people believe they are receiving the magical healing elixir, when actually it is a sleeping potion.” Robin considered this for a moment – what if she were to bring two lamps and trick the figure into believing he had been cured? Then she and Peeta could return to Grandmother with the actual elixirs. But then again, she made the promise. She knew to do anything else was not just or fair. For that was not the deal they had made and she would not risk Peeta’s life over what could only be a risky game. Robin looked at the merchant and stated matter-of-factly, “I’ll take the last of the Jeannie Lampes.”

The merchant looked at her in amazement. “Are you sure?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes,” Robin stated firmly, and held out the gold coins. He laughed, “Brave girl.”

With the lamp in hand, Robin ran back to the woods, frantically calling out to her sister, until she found herself in the deepest, darkest part of the forest. The figure appeared to her again.

“Do you have the Jeannie Lampe?” it asked. Robin held up the lamp, then set it out in front of her.
“Is it the real lampe?” the figure asked.
“Yes . . . Of course,” Robin replied, tentatively. Slowly, the figure began emerging from the trees, heading towards Robin and the lamp. As he approached, Robin could begin to make out a face . . . a familiar face. She realized she was standing in front of the merchant.
“How did you . . . I don’t understand,” Robin said. The merchant laughed knowingly.
“I am Sheriff Hooksby and you my dear, have demonstrated a great deal of bravery and fairness. You protected your sister and kept your word; not breaking a promise, no matter the cost.” The merchant opened the lamp and handed the vials to Robin.
“Your reward for your bravery and honesty.” Robin smiled with a sigh of relief.
“Thank you,” she said, then asked, “And my sister?”
“She is waiting at the cottage with your Grandmother, who will surely not die.”

Robin thanked the merchant again and turned to head out of the forest, when she heard him call back to her again: “Remember, Robin – those who place honesty, bravery, and fairness above all will be rewarded.”

The End

Are you enjoying our original fairy tales? You’ll love seeing us create new ones live! Just days until the premiere of “The Wolf and the Witch”. Shows run October 3 – 12; click here to buy advance tickets.

Vote for us as Best in Western Washington!

We’re honored to be nominated as one of the best live theaters in Western Washington for the first time, especially in such an arts-rich community! We’re even more honored to be amongst the top 20 nominees in early voting!

As a small independent theater, this kind of recognition means a great deal – and every vote counts! If you’ve loved what you’ve seen when attending our original improv shows – including Where No Man Has Gone Before, The Journal, Wedding Horror Stories, and The Doctor – please consider voting for us! The voting link is here, and you can sign in with any Facebook, Twitter or Google account!

Vote for Seattle Experimental Theater as “Best Live Theatre” in King5’s Best of Western Washington competition!

If you’ve yet to see one of our shows, “The Wolf and the Witch” (our brand new improvised fairy tale show) opens next week. Join us and then consider voting! Today only, you can get $10 tickets (and no service fee!) to either of our opening weekend performances in Ballard on October 3 or 4 – use promo code “HUFFPUFF” at this link when purchasing tickets:

Click here to buy tickets to “The Wolf and the Witch”!

Our Fairy Tales #2 (The Wolf and the Witch)

The Wolf and the Witch, our world premiere improvised fairy tale show, runs October 3 – 12 at the Ballard Underground and tickets are onsale now ($12 advance purchase.) Click here to buy tickets at Brown Paper Tickets!

The cast of “The Wolf and the Witch” is writing their own original fairy tales as part of the rehearsal process. Story #1 was “The Tale of Hubert and Pooch” by Cheryl Platz – if you missed it, check it out!

ChrisWongToday’s story comes from Chris Wong, whose first show with Seattle Experimental Theater was “Wedding Horror Stories” in the summer of 2013. Here’s what Chris had to say about the inspiration for his story:

This was inspired by a story from a young gentleman who was visiting Pike Place Market. He was asked to speak of a time he got into trouble as a child and recounted a story of how he was forbidden from picking apples from his grandfather’s tree, but, being mischievous, knocked down all the apples with a baseball bat when his grandfather wasn’t home one day, and was beaten up by his grandfather as punishment for it.

Sharing isn’t Caring

Chris Wong

Once upon a time there was a young boy who lived with his mean, old grandfather. The boy’s father and mother had passed away when he was very young, leaving him alone in the world, but for the grandfather, who every day would scold him and threaten to beat him. The boy, alone and weak, had not a friend in the world. Beyond that, they were very poor.

However, one day, the grandfather came home with a magic seed and demanded that the boy make himself useful and plant it. The boy did so, and every day, without fail, watered and nurtured the seed until it soon began grew into a beautiful apple tree. As the boy soon discovered, this was no ordinary apple tree – it was a magic tree that could speak to him and speak it did, telling the boy, “My apples have no seeds, but gold coins at their center! These apples are my gift to you and I will bear them as long as I so shall live on one condition – that you only use the apples which fall from my branches and never the ones which still hang from my limbs.”

The boy excitedly told his grandfather of this fantastic news, which finally brought happiness to the grandfather’s life. From that day forward, every day, the boy would collect the apples that fell to the ground and the grandfather would slice them open, collecting the gold coins within and using them to provide for the family. They were by no means wealthy, but were finally able to get by with their newfound source of income. Better yet, the boy finally had a friend and every day, he and the apple tree would spend hours chatting away. The boy often wished he could be as strong and sturdy as the tree and the tree wished he could travel and see the world as the boy did, as the tree was unable to move, being forever rooted to the ground. However, through thick and thin, they had each other.

Until one day, as the boy and the tree were relaxing as they usually did, the boy noticed someone he had never noticed before – a young, very beautiful girl. She was very thin and looked in need of a meal. The boy, excited to finally have another friend, asked the girl what he could do to impress her. The girl replied that she was very hungry and could the boy spare but a few apples from the tree. The boy attempted to offer her the apples that had fallen to the ground, but the girl insisted that she only wanted the fresh apples which still hung from the tree’s branches. The boy, overcome with excitement, reached for his knife and was about to cut the apples from the tree, when the tree piped up, reminding the boy that he was only to use the apples that fell to the ground, but never to cut the apples from the branches. The boy, remembering their deal, sadly informed the girl that he could not offer her the unfallen apples. The girl, in a huff, stormed off.

However, the next day, the girl again walked by, and again drew the boy’s attention. Again, she repeated her request and again rebuffed the boy’s offer of the apples from the ground. Again, the boy drew his knife, only to be reprimanded by the tree, and again the boy denied the girl’s request.

This continued day after day, week after week, and as the girl grew thinner and thinner, the boy’s resolve began to wane. Finally, one day, he could stand it no more, and when the girl requested the apples from the tree, he drew his knife and began to cut the apples. The tree began wailing in despair and the forest animals – birds, squirrels, and raccoons – also begged the boy to stop. Yet, he continued to hack and slash at the tree’s branches until he had cut all of the apples from the branches. The boy offered the apples to the girl, who greedily snatched them all up. However, she did not eat them, but began to break them open, collecting the gold coins and tossing the remains aside. As she did so, her form began to change, and the boy, too late, realized she was not a young, hungry girl, but an evil greedy witch who had disguised herself in order to take advantage of the boy’s kindness. The boy demanded the return of the coins, but the witch, in a puff of smoke, vanished. As the boy turned back to apologize to the tree, he was horrified to see that the tree had begun to decay and rot. Within seconds, despite the boy’s pleadings, the tree had crumbled to dust, heartbroken at the boy’s betrayal of their deal.

The boy found himself again alone and friendless. Worse yet, when his grandfather returned home and realized what had happened, his kindness again vanished and he beat the boy mercilessly with his cane. The boy, still weak and never becoming as strong as his friend, the tree, lay helplessly, learning his lesson about trusting strangers from that day forward.

The End

Stay tuned for more original fairy tales from our cast members, backstage insights, and updates! Less than 2 weeks until you’ll be able to watch this cast creating new fairy tales live in “The Wolf and the Witch”. Shows run October 3 – 12; click here to buy advance tickets.