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Someone come take this yapping monstrosity from my chambers before I do something I will regret later, and don't let me look at her for another few days.

Theatre Troupe: Double rehearsals tonight. After the first hour expect to rehearse without your copies in hand. Your collective inability to grasp such a simplistic text is nothing short of astounding, and I'm tired of holding your hands. It's laziness, is what it is, and I'll break you of it.

(ooc: Both Pavi and the Abbe have disappeared. The Marquis is two ticks from having a meltdown of Gene Wilder-esque proportions. Feel free to fan the flames.)

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Double. Rehearsals.

Why?

Iago, know that my consciousness of your reliance upon my person is always in mind. Being aware of this, take to heart why it is that I am telling you not to test me right now.

Edited 2010-01-03 21:15 (UTC)

I am not testing you, Marquis.

What happened to you?

I do not wish to talk about it.

Oh, isn't that sad?

Let me guess. You care about only a few things in this world. The woman, but no. That's not your problem. Your writing, no. Writer's block is no excuse.

Ah, Pavi? Your faceless friend? Could that be it? Or perhaps it is the other one. Your friend from your own world.

Whatever my limitations, it leaves me no less resolved in my duties.

I am not going to rehearsals.

Would you like to continue visiting your friend?

This is about your friends, isn't it? Or, at least one.

What was it you told me, Marquis? That you would not keep anything from me? And you think I am a liar?

Go to Hell.

Where is it that you think you are, Iago?

But no.

You are absolutely right, Iago.

Take the night off. We'll talk when I am better composed.

Fine.

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