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[legendarymadman]

It isn't that Geoffrey actually needs to sew anything. Actually, he could probably go the rest of his life without sewing anything ever again, without so much as picking up a sewing needle. There are a dozen people on the island now with machines that could do this for him in five minutes flat. But fuck it, he's still going to sit here modifying a

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[dishabille_mal]

"Really?" came a voice from over his shoulder a few feet. Maladicta stalked across the room and forewent going around the chair he was seated in to just climb over it so that she was perched on the arm and looming.

"Really?" she asked again, not bothering to keep the excitement from her tone.

[legendarymadman]

"I am letting the possibility seep into my pores," says Geoffrey as he knots his current piece of thread and then bites off the dangling end of thread from the overalls. All before looking up at her. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather I did something where you actually get to play a woman?"

[dishabille_mal]

"You assume I wouldn't make a bid for Lady Percy," Maladicta countered, then noticed he was sewing overalls.

"....Nice stitching," she said, "very... even."

[legendarymadman]

"I do like to perform my husbandly duties from time to time," he says, holding them up so he can get a better look at how much work he has left to do. "And we both know you're not interested in Lady Percy. As if."

[dishabille_mal]

"If you do the sequel I might be," she drawled.

"O yet for God's sake go not to these wars. Good speech. But you know me," she said brightly, "I'm up for anything!"

Like Hotspur. Which he knew. So she wasn't even going to wheedle him about it. Either of the Percys would be a good take. Or maybe a clown, she hadn't done that yet.

"But absorb away."

[legendarymadman]

"I'm trying to take it one play at a time right now," says Geoffrey. If he overextends, he's pretty sure he'll end up with a codirector. He's not sure he won't anyway. "It still a logistical tangle. I'll have to think about the staging. Maybe get Duck to draw up some things with me."

[dishabille_mal]

"A logistical tangle, or a pleasant logistical challenge?" Maladicta countered with a misleadingly ingratiating smile.

"I could help, you know. I was promoted rather quickly in the army-" By virtue of nothing other than her devastating fashion sense and being able to pull people's heads from their shoulders with her bare hands, admittedly, but still, "-I could help."

[legendarymadman]

"I believe you've just made me an offer I can't refuse," says Geoffrey. There's a difference between theatrical warfare and actual warfare, but he has a feeling if anyone can bridge the gap, it will be Maladicta. "You really are determined to make this one work, aren't you?"

[dishabille_mal]

"Call it a whim," she said with a sharp, toothy smile.

"Just rather feel it's time for something epic, don't you?"

[legendarymadman]

"They're all epic," says Geoffrey with a wry smile, but there's something getting him a little excited about this play now, a little more invested in the possibilities. It'll be good to get back in the saddle. "But this one is definitely...a little something more."

[dishabille_mal]

"You could workshop it first," she suggested, "really figure out who you want for each role but make people learn more than once in case of disappearances, if you're worried about finding a Hal and a Falstaff."