(no subject)
[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.
Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...
[he's quite good, actually]
[*not nearly as secluded as he thinks]
((I will be here all day or as long as my connection can hold on, whichever comes first))
Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...
[he's quite good, actually]
[*not nearly as secluded as he thinks]
((I will be here all day or as long as my connection can hold on, whichever comes first))