Play time !!!

[cyranosavignien]

This evening, the ballroom has been taken over. There are chairs and a stage, and curtains to match. At the entrance of the room, a sign has been posted:

Pride misplaced, or the triumph of innocence
A Comedie by Cyrano de Bergerac.

Presenting, in order of appearance

Fanchon le Trouvère : Mr. Locke Lamorra
Sœur Marie-Bénévole : Ms. Karla

Petit-

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[skewedeyes]

Felix watched the play with some amusement, and is now lingering around looking for his favorite person to play with, in an uncommonly good mood. Probably because of Mildmay. And dressed to the nines, as usual, hair still loose, also as usual, and sleeves only to his elbows to show off the tattoos. Felix has vanity.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano on the other hand is going to do all that he can to avoid Felix. Seriously. Why would he want that fop annoying him, while he's enjoying a lovely evening of theater?

[skewedeyes]

Too bad, Cyrano! You're distinctive, and Felix is looking for you.

"Ah, the playwright!" Managing to appear, beaming, in front of him somewhere. "An excellent show."

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano manages not to look too annoyed. "Thank you, I suppose. I'm surprised that we haven't displeased your grandeur."

IRONY WE KNOW YOUR NAME.

[skewedeyes]

A beaming dazzlesmile. "No, not at all - I told you before that I have no talent myself in this area, so I have nothing but admiration for those who do manage..."

[cyranosavignien]

"Of course you do." Not quite dryly. "Perhaps next time I will write you a part."

That of the buffoon.

[skewedeyes]

The smile grows teeth. "I'm afraid I would have to decline. I'm not particularly interested in making a fool of myself, though some may find it enjoyable."

You.

[cyranosavignien]

"Some do by choice, others, unwittingly." Ha.

[skewedeyes]

"You might try making an intention of it next time. If that's what you can manage unaware of your own talent..."

[cyranosavignien]

"Indeed your taste would remain that of an amateur, if you cannot distinguish intention from accident."

[skewedeyes]

"I have never claimed to be a connoiseur of theatre, thank you."

[cyranosavignien]

"It's a mercy that you at least did not insult the art by believing yourself more capable of understanding its finesse than you are."

[skewedeyes]

"I try not to be altogether a pretentious ass." A slightly wicked smile.

[cyranosavignien]

"Thank you for informing me. It was hard to tell."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal on the other hand isn't dressed differently than usual (why bother, no-one notices, not even him?) and as we said, he walked in rather distractedly. But at one point or another, the red hair catches his eye, and he clears his throat.

Shy like that, that's our Pascal.

[skewedeyes]

Well, he notices. And sweeps over to give Pascal a kiss hello, yes. On the hand, fortunately. "Pascal!"