The title is as much exposition as Professional Development provides. 

When dealing with a play that unfolds in real-time about individual characters, audiences can reasonably expect at least some sketching-in of plot details.

Or, you know, interpersonal conversations between the cast that reveal identifying details as to who they are, and the drama of what’s happening in their lives.

Well, Little Lord’s Professional Development is not about that life. 

The sole tidbit this Exponential Festival production specified: the group periodically meets for self-help seminars about…

???

And that’s the central mystery to solve in this ensemble piece, performed at Target Margin. We watch one such class from beginning to end, with their enacting of the exercises being the only clues offered to help us figure out…who they are and what the fuck they’re attempting to achieve through this workshop, and why.

It’s a form of universe building for the audience to subtextually suss out. What’s the nature of their reality, as gleaned through their ambiguous communal practice?