♕ |[108]| He still wonders about the occasional sense of drift between stanzas

[had_not_lived]

I'm relieved, honestly, that this curse still comes around, even with the Deities gone and everything different. Not that any of it is that different, really, but I've always liked getting visitors.

I've honestly lost count of how many times I've seen this come around-- it didn't used to last a whole weekend, did it? I'm glad people get to stay a little longer-- the ones who enjoy it, at least-- but it must be a bit inconvenient, finding somewhere to stay over, being away from home.

I hope you enjoy yourselves. Make the most of it. Carpe diem.


[ooc; please no duplicate Neils (other RSLs always welcome) and please don't explicitly tell him he's not real. Otherwise, whatevs, & I will backdate til the proverbial cows come home!]

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[othersdie]

[What is this feeling? Is it, perhaps, levity? Maybe there's the tiniest inkling of joy! What do?]

What's the next play going to be?

[Almost teasing. October happened; Justin highly doubts that play-planning has been at the front of Neil's mind.]

[had_not_lived]

[It's okay, Justin, keep calm. Smile a while and it won't even make your face ache. Practice makes perfect.]

Oh, I have no idea, but we really are due for one, aren't we?

[othersdie]

[But smiling takes so many muscles than neutrality!]

We are. Maybe something relatively contemporary. [pause] Not that I can think of any decent contemporary plays.

[had_not_lived]

[Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Justin.]

I still don't want to play tragedies, and... well, too many of the ones people seem to like that aren't have singing, and I'm not much of a singer.

[othersdie]

Have you searched the library for a script? Something could turn up. [He shrugs.] Or you could practice singing.

[had_not_lived]

It hasn't been helping-- it's been good at distracting me, though, with other subjects. [He laughs.] Either way, I don't think singing is the answer.

[othersdie]

You'll come up with something.

Is Todd still writing?

[had_not_lived]

Not another play, but poetry, of course. He doesn't always let me read it.