Scene 4 - And yet no further than a wanton's bird

[tender_juliet]

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tybalt1 what whitchery canst this be/ cousin i beg thy help1

[ooc: Cursed, obviously. And not doing so well typing with a beak.]

Comments

[deadlesbian]

...Having problems?

[tender_juliet]

some sorcery hath turned me into a swan1

[deadlesbian]

...Oh, bloody curses. Sorry to hear that.

[tender_juliet]

who would do such villainy/ i know not who i hath offended so.

[deadlesbian]

You don't need to offend anyone.

You are, by rights of living here, officially the gods' bitch.

Same as the rest of us.

[tender_juliet]

the gods choose to lay curses upon our heads at mere whim/

shall i be bird and no longer maid forever/

[deadlesbian]

Most likely, rest of the day, that's all.

[tender_juliet]

a single day, perhaps not so terrible then.

i thank thee, my lady, for thy kind words.

[deadlesbian]

Oooh. I get all tingly when people call me 'my lady'.

[tender_juliet]

dost thou/ shall i retract, and call thee by some other means/

[deadlesbian]

Tingly in a good way, my fine feathered friend.

[tender_juliet]

i see. and dost thou have name by which to call/

[deadlesbian]

I'm Thelma Bates. And yourself?

[tender_juliet]

juliet, of house capulet. 'tis well met, thelma bates. though i wish 'twere not met under cursed witchery.

[deadlesbian]

Ah well. It'll make the next meeting that more special. Or... something.

[tender_juliet]

i shall have thee at thy word, that come next sunrise i shall have shed these feathers.