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[allinhishands]

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to sad burial feast.

The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lie the lovers slain

Raise up the citizens: some others search:
We see the ground whereon those woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.

M.O.C.


[ooc: Here are the clues to the location of the first bodies. There will be a post soon from Kaito actually finding them. UNTIL THEN ENJOY FIGURING OUT WHAT M.O.C. IS TALKING ABOUT.

Credit for the words go to our dear Riffael mun. She's a genius for stringing this together.]

Comments

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[dignity_misery]

Which play is next.

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[allinhishands]

I would hate to ruin the surprise.

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[dignity_misery]

You'll drive me to distraction, you know.

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[allinhishands]

I hope you enjoy that.

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[dignity_misery]

To a certain extent.