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[skinofalizard]

[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.

Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...

[he's quite good, actually]

[*not nearly as

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[goldstarring]

[watching quietly! for now.]

[skinofalizard]

[continuing, then!]

That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!

[goldstarring]

You might want to emphasise the first syllable of "bank" a little more. It slipped by that time.

[... because everyone loves critique.]

[skinofalizard]

[fdsalkfdsa flail]

-- what?

[ofsugarandspite]

Great, I've wandered into the Sound of Lameness. My torture is complete.

[skinofalizard]

[see above re: flail]

Where'd--? --what?

[ofsugarandspite]

Pro tip: If you want nobody to notice your dorky singing, you might not want to do it in the middle of an overpopulated camp full of very bored people.

[skinofalizard]

I'm in the middle of the woods! And it's not singing. It's a monologue.

[toxicological]

*FROM A NEARBY TREE:*

That strain again;--it had a dying fall.

[skinofalizard]

[seriously, I'm not even surprised anymore

--well, about you being in a tree near me, anyway]

You know it?

[toxicological]

It's pretty.

*dropping out of the tree, to be caught in a cradle of vines just above where his head would be*

[skinofalizard]

I agree. It was always one of my favorites.

[goddamnemperor]

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.

[skinofalizard]

[ahhh where are these people coming from]

You know Twelfth Night?

[goddamnemperor]

I remember it. Knowing, though... I can't say I know it the way you do.

[skinofalizard]

Well--I don't know the whole thing, and that was a different scene, but you did it without having to look at it first, so it's still impressive.

[alwaysuserubber]

[are you even speaking English]

[skinofalizard]

[I am, in fact! Here, have some more]

That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!

[alwaysuserubber]

...

[skinofalizard]

Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.