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[sweet_madman]

The wind brings honeybees, it seems. Buzz, buzz. *grinning widely*

Excuse me, could I have the attention of all persons of adequate age who are not getting laid on a regular basis? HEY. YOU. ARE YOU HORNY?

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[theblondgypsy]

*sees what's going on in the thread* Holy Virgin! I wouidn't mind the company of a fair lady, but these..instruments seem to be taking it a bit too far! They remind me of something the torturer would use.

[permanent_blur]

well, i don't know -- i think they look a bit interesting. *picks one up in an innocent, experimental sort of way, godsomebodyhelphim* what exactly do they do?

[theblondgypsy]

*blinks at Rosencrantz* ...You honestly don't know?

[permanent_blur]

well, no. i've not seen anything like it before -- are they important?

[theblondgypsy]

For some men and women, they're the only chance at it they've got. You-you really don't have any clue what I'm talking about do you? You can't be that much older than me, surely you've- done the deed?

[permanent_blur]

i -- well -- *'clueless' is indeed the word for it* what deed?

[theblondgypsy]

*sputters* What deed? Are you a priest? Didn't your parents ever give you the talk?

[permanent_blur]

i don't think i'm a priest -- and they might've, i suppose. i don't remember much about my parents ... i mean, i know they were a good sort, but ... *a curious sort of frown* what talk?

[sweet_madman]

Birds and bees. The usual. *jumps on Ros, whispering hotly in his ear, but plenty loud enough for others around to hear* SEX talk, hot talk, sweaty and sticky and crying for more. Not just for the sad and lonely, although they need it most, it's fun, it's dirty, it's just plain wrong, and that's what makes it so damn good. *gropes his ass and smirks, heading on to another customer* Down with chastity, up with cocks.

[permanent_blur]

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... i say. *voice down to a squeak* my parents weren't that sort, were they? i ...

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... i miss guildenstern.

[theblondgypsy]

Are you alright? That looked unpleasant. And I'm certain your parents were of higher moral standards than that. *To Mercutio* And you Sir, ought to know better than to take advantage of an innocent like that! Deflowering helpless peasant girls is bad enough, but Man was not meant to be molested in such a manner!

[permanent_blur]

*wibbles, yes*

[truant_horatio]

*...>:( IS ANGRY HORATIO WITH HIS TEACUP OF DEATH. kneels by Rosencrantz and strokes his hair quietly* Gentle one--hath he hurt thee?

[permanent_blur]

well, no ... *can he cling to you, horatio? he's going to cling to you* no, not hurt ...

[truant_horatio]

*definitely. cling away. Horatio will protect you* He'll not come near thee. *continues to stroke, soothingly, as though calming a frightened animal--so gently* He'll not. Thou art too good a creature to be so jump'd with such disgraceful sound. Art thou afraid?

[permanent_blur]

*meekly, muffled in horatio's shoulder maybe* i'm a bit confused.