All the World's a Stage

[inceptionist]

Who: Dream & OTA
What: Drama class, etc
When: wednesday afternoon
Where: SP University (Performing Arts Centre)

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[the_highcost]

It wasn't really her thing, but for her brother, Death would come and sit in the back of the auditorium, checking out the people who had shown up for this play. From what she was seeing so far, it looked like it might turn out well; everyone seemed excited for it, at least.

She put her feet up on the chair in front of her, leaning back into the plush seat. She'd talk to him when he had a chance for a break.

And if anyone needed to talk to her, well. She was there.

[inceptionist]

Spotting his sister's lovely fact at the back of the room, he finished running through the scene, then handed off the job of watching the script to one of his students. He stood back to watch the actors run their lines, and their blocking, then excused himself--releasing the cast to take five.

"Well, hello, sister," he said, approaching her row. "I do hope none of my players are on your list today."

[the_highcost]

She looked up, shaking her head with a smile. He looked good in a suit, funnily enough. She was so used to him wearing his robes. But then, when she wore that dress to Lucifer's party...they all looked good when they dressed outside their comfort zone.

"None of them today. I'd watch out for a few, though. Not saying they're on my list, but," She trailed off with that with a smile. "They're good!"

[inceptionist]

"Mm," he mused, glancing over his shoulder. "I know how it is with these artistic types. So many of them work themselves into an early grave." Or drink themselves there. Or slide into the realm of Despair.

"Isn't everybody on your list, sooner or later?"