Theatrical accessory

Usage examples of prop.

Our alfresco performance was an impromptu affair, since we had no props, but we did well enough with silks and coins and such sketchy materials-as you know, real magicians can work under any circumstances.

And before she had any time to prepare herself for it, there they stood on the embankment, with the Grand Canal opening resplendently before them in gleaming amorphous blues and greens and olives and silvers, and the tottering palace fronts of marble and inlay leaning over to look at their faces in it, and the mooring poles, top-heavy, striped, lantern-headed, bristling outside the doorways in the cobalt-shadowed water, and the sudden bunches of piles propped together like drunks holding one another up outside an English pub after closing time.

The arsonist propped the detached pane against the wall carefully, well out of his way, and reached into the first tackle bag.

The fellow must have propped it, Asey decided, for it continued to glow down at the angle.

Oncus sat cross-legged on the main deck under the awning, between Yama and Captain Lorquital, who lay on her side, propped by bolsters and puffing calmly on her pipe.

Evidently getting on like matches in a paper shop, they were propping up the bar, chuckling about something in a blokey kind of way.

As Becky propped the front door wide, opened window transoms, and set about buffeting dust and tobacco smoke, Roger would take the milk and rolls back to the kitchen and give Bock a morning greeting.

Bernard Boulting was propped in bed, his face pared to the bone, his eyes bright and savage.

The prop bit air and pulled us slowly forward, bumping over the grass and shaking the plane.

All this great ever-increasing flood of bronze, brass, chrome, Fiberglas, lapstreak, teak, auto pilots, burgees, Power Squadron hats, nylon line, all this chugging winking blundering glitter of props, bilge pumps and self-importance needs dockside space.

Julian Clyve propped up his feet and creaked back in his old chair with his hands behind his head.

Blow a dozen jagged holes in it while the props eat hardware, and you will see a coleopter go bonkers.

Three cots down, Aggie was tying her hair in rag curlers, using a mirror propped on her cross-legged lap.

Probably the latter, propped up against the cruet while he ate his solitary dinner.

To break up the gang, TPI closed down the Pit, but that only sent the snerts in search of other places to roost - especially Grand Central, a surrealistic room where a train is crashing through a window, and the Dressing Room, where scripts enable users to exchange props and cybersex sometimes occurs.