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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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[herecomesmama.livejournal.com]

Have you talked to her? I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems...

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I don't want to talk to her.

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[herecomesmama.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. There's no reason for theatrics..

I do hope Pavi comes back, though. He did promise to sing for me...

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course he did.