Seeking actors

[cyranosavignien]

 And indeed, sitting nearby, at a table, is a very focused 17th century French man with a rather big nose, writing frantically on the last parchment of a very thick pile.  If anyone inquires, he will gladly answer any questions.

T: The play? It's here. Well. Its outline, anyway.  Original names but a common plot for a 17th Century French Comedy a

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[shadowofarose]

Sibyl has stood and stared at the notice for a good five, ten minutes, wondering how on earth this good luck has come to her.

Finally, she musters up her courage and approaches the man writing. Her eyes are downcast and she looks every bit the ingenue as she curtsies to him, before speaking.

"Excuse me, sir, but are you Mr. Cyrano de Bergerac?"

[cyranosavignien]

"Oui, bien sur," replies the man, standing immediately and bowing to the pretty young lady.

"And what name shall I put to the lovely face who is asking?"

His tone is charming, if not flirtatious.

[shadowofarose]

"Oh, forgive me, I should have said--!"

She gives him her most polite and charming smile, the smile her mother trained her to use at every place they'd auditioned.

"Sibyl Vane, sir."

[cyranosavignien]

"Not at all, Mademoiselle Vane," he says, very pleasantly. "I suppose you have an interest in my Ariadne?"

He sits back, gestures for her to take a seat across from him.

[dukes_daughter]

(All things considered, it may be safe to assume that Rosalind would easily do quite well as a performer--) However, the young boy looking over the notice seems rather more amused than otherwise, being a shepherd (or, alternately, a princess) and therefore hardly suited for an actor's part.

[cyranosavignien]

From over his note, Cyrano peers at the young man, assessing. Evidently, he assumes everyone knows who he is - then again, he does have the nose.

[dukes_daughter]

Ganymede raises a brow. "Sir?"

[cyranosavignien]

"Oui?" Nonplussed, quiet. "Can I help you in any way?"

He's still trying to figure out this character.

[yourladyship]

Alfred will linger around, wringing his hands and looking anxious -- a comedy! He's never been in a comedy!

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano takes a moment to observe the newcomer, and decides to put an end to his misery.

"Well then, have you some curiosity, would you like to see the script, perhaps?"

[yourladyship]

Merciful of him! Alfred squeaks, as though he's been caught at something, and then shuffles forward, shyly peering between Cyrano and the floor.

"Y-Yes, sir. If you please, sir."

[cyranosavignien]

He hands it to him, patiently.

"Beware, the ink is still drying."

This typist refers her colleague to the referenced post on the puppet's journal....

[twice_tainted]

Amused, she says, "A play, sir? Congratulations on having written it."

[cyranosavignien]

He stands, bows, holds out a hand to give her the baisemain, of course.

"Madame, I owe it to the muses, in truth." He grins. "How have you been?"

[twice_tainted]

"Well enough, sir. And you?" She takes the offered hand lightly.

[cyranosavignien]

He kisses the hand with elegance and refinement, on the knuckles as it is the best way for his nose not to interfere.

"Well as well, though very enslaved by the muses," he says, smiling.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke comes sauntering downstairs, looking better than Cyrano's ever seen him, humming a jaunty tune under his breath and carrying a coat over his arm that probably didn't originally belong to him. He has a reason to be Locke Lamora again, and he is going to be Locke Lamora for the twins.

Then he notices Cyrano. "You weren't kidding about the play, I see."

[cyranosavignien]

“Of course not,” Bergerac replies, smirking. “Did I not claim to be whole in all I do?”

Then a pause, and another look.

“Vertudieu, Diablevert et ventre saint-gris! You look….” He whistles, admirative. “You look better than I’ve ever seen you.”

A pensive frown. He’s hoping this doesn’t mean Lamora intends to destroy the balance they found - mostly because he really, really doesn’t want to duel Jaenelle’s friend Anita.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke grins, though Cyrano should probably know that a lot of it is bravado - he's still weak. Jaenelle can't put back strength and healing always takes things out of the Healed. "Hey, I don't feel like complete and utter shit anymore. It's a marked improvement."

[cyranosavignien]

"How prosaic," Cyrano observes. "Though yes, a marqued improvement, no doubt."

He takes a step, looks at him. "And a speedy one, as well." A pensive frown. "Not natural."