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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.)

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Not so much the act of graduation, but I'm -- better than I was, I think. Perhaps not entirely happier at this very moment. [But he was, just before.] If this place had to be home, it could be. For now, it is. [He shoves his hands into his pockets.] Homecomings put so much optimism in the air though. It's unhealthy. And it inevitably leads to disappointment.