Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...

[furyandecstasy]

Geoffrey had not slept well last night. The couch in the storage room wasn't exactly built for comfort though, was it? No, it was built to look pretty for actors to sit on onstage and say lines, not to sleep on. As a reflex, he grabbed Oliver, who'd become a sort of a makeshift stress ball for him. He stretched and groaned, shoving a hand through

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[trion_prince]

"What were you expecting?"

[furyandecstasy]

"The office area of the theatre, maybe? That's what used to be outside of the storage room, anyway."

[trion_prince]

"Sorry to disappoint." Turlough showed his teeth in lieu of a smile.

[furyandecstasy]

Geoffrey smiled similarly -- more of a grimace. "I'm sure it's not your fault."

[trion_prince]

"Not really. I can try to help."

[furyandecstasy]

"Telling me how to get back to Canada would be fantastically helpful."

[trion_prince]

"I can't tell you that because I don't know how."

[furyandecstasy]

"Then -- nevermind. Fuck it, I don't know."

[trion_prince]

He blinks. "Why don't you calm down and relax? People may be stuck here, but there's no reason to get all excited about it."

[furyandecstasy]

"Why the fuck is everyone telling me to calm down? I don't want to calm down! I want to -- stab something, is what I want to do!"

[trion_prince]

"Well, you can't do that here!"

[furyandecstasy]

"I know I can't. I don't have my sword."

[trion_prince]

"Sword? I hope not."

[furyandecstasy]

"Actually it's a rather nice sword, for a prop sword." Geoffrey shook his head. "Ignore me I'm -- being crazy."

[trion_prince]

He shakes his head. "You shoud fit right in," he says wryly. "Just please don't hurt anyone."

[furyandecstasy]

"Oh no, I'm the harmless sort of crazy. Unless you're Darren Nichols."