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[legendarymadman]

Despite the most recent blow to his mental health, Geoffrey feels ready for this. He feels more than ready for this, in fact. It's been too long since the last one, and he's itching to direct again. And so before anything can happen to put it off again, he writes up a notice and tacks it up on the bulletin board.

William Shakespeare's

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[alas_yorick]

Yorick means to just say hey to Geoffrey on his way down the hall, when he notices what Geoffrey's doing. Yorick's eyes scan the notice, skimming and picking up all the important words like Shakespeare and auditions. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, chews in thought.

"More Shakespeare, huh?"

[legendarymadman]

"Shakespeare," says Geoffrey, making sure the notice is firmly affixed to the board, "is my life. Are you interested, or just bored enough to browse the board? Seems to me you used to be reluctantly into this sort of thing."

[alas_yorick]

Yorick blinks. "Dude, can you pretend like you didn't know me? It's kinda freaky..."

He shrugs a shoulder, shoving both hands in his pockets. "I dunno, I mean. It's been a long time. For me. So..."

[legendarymadman]

"Yes, because aside from you we have an island of professionals," says Geoffrey wryly. "If it helps, freaky or not, you were pretty good."

[alas_yorick]

"Thanks, but...it's not so much about me being good enough or not. It's just...other things. Personal," Yorick says, giving a half shrug. "I'll think about it?"

[legendarymadman]

"Well, I'd say you know where the stage is if you want to show up," says Geoffrey, "but maybe you don't. Do you know where the stage is?"