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[calzonewithlegs]

[Bobby's sitting at a desk in the library right now, looking over the play the Marquis had given him. Huh. He remembered seeing the movie, way back when, but it didn't really strike any particular chords with him. To be honest, there were parts he didn't really get, like... the point of it all? Real nasty piece of work. Why the hell did the

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[thatlibbychick]

[Libby comes to the library with the intention of skimming the Stephen King texts there. Donna had said her ex-inmate recommended on to her, and that it was deeply unsettling. Which one was it? All the Stephen King she'd ever read had been about things like aliens and plagues and vampires (perhaps that bit was lucky for her). She can't recall any of the stories being worse than the rest when it came to mood, and her interest is peaked.

Hell yes, she plans on reading it.

Until, that is, she sees Bobby sitting alone and poring over something. She makes her way over to stand behind him, and puts a hand on his shoulder.]

This is a surprise. You told me you weren't much of a reader.

[calzonewithlegs]

Huh?

[He looks up at her and gives her a nervous smile]

Oh yeah, it's just this... thing. The Marquis guy, he wants me to audition for his play. Wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

[thatlibbychick]

[She breaks out into a sunny smile at the news.]

That's wonderful, Bobby! [If he tries out, she'll be there to cheer him on as well as Drusilla.] Who does he want you to play?

[calzonewithlegs]

It is? [He doesn't really see it as wonderful or... anything less than horrifying] Uh... some guy named Mitch. Supposed to be Blanche's love interest, I guess.