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[impure_tale]

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.)

Comments

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I am not going to rehearsals.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Would you like to continue visiting your friend?

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

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.

Private 1/2

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Where is it that you think you are, Iago?

Private 2/2

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

But no.

You are absolutely right, Iago.

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

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Fine.