001 - Accidental Video

[capuletnomore]

[The picture shakes violently as it comes on, and glimpses of a tear-stained young lady with long blonde hair can occasionally be seen in the image. The occasional sob or hiccup comes in the first few moments, then the picture falls to an image of lovely fabric, and the girl's voice can be heard, raw from crying and shouting.]Nanny! Nanny, where

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[saintedsinner]

-=Crying, simpering girl.=-

What are you cryin' for?

[saintedsinner]

Yeah, she's an automail engineer. -=What are you implying Juliet?=-

... So. You're parents don't approve. They'll deal.

[capuletnomore]

A what? [These words, they mean nothing to her.]

It isn't that simple. Romeo is a Montague. I'm a Capulet. Our families are feuding.

[saintedsinner]

Because you're the only one who's had that problem before, right?

[capuletnomore]

I am not so naive to think that. But I do not wish for my parents to find out until Romeo and I are certain we will be safe. The feud has escalated into bloodshed. Until we are certain we will be safe, we must handle it delicately. I do not wish to go the way of Pyramus and Thisbe.

[saintedsinner]

Well. You don't have to worry about that for while.

Who are Pyramus and Thisbe?

[capuletnomore]

It seems that I do not. [She sniffs, but that's all the emotion she'll display now. Why can't Romeo be here as well?]

Pyramus and Thisbe are characters in an old story. Their families feuded, but the two spoke to each other through a crack in the wall between their houses in secret, and fell in love. They planned to run away and marry and start life anew, but Thisbe was scared from the meeting place by a lion and fled, leaving behind her shawl. The lion's mouth was bloody from a fresh kill, and he tore her shawl to shreds. Pyramus found it and assumed the lion had killed Thisbe, and so killed himself. And then Thisbe returned to find Pyramus dead, and, overcome with grief, did the same.

We, too, must run away to be together, and my Romeo will go soon. My nanny has gone to Friar Laurence to discover what our plan shall be, so that we do not meet with such misfortune.

[saintedsinner]

Uh uh. So how are you planning to run away?

[capuletnomore]

I've sent my nanny to speak to Friar Laurence concerning that. I cannot leave the house without escort, and given the events of the afternoon, there are no circumstances under which Father would allow me in the streets today.

Of course, as you said, that is not something I have to worry about for some time, now. Perhaps, if I was brought here, my Romeo will be as well.

[saintedsinner]

That seems a little backwards. You can't run away without an escort.

Maybe. He's better off not being here, though.

[capuletnomore]

It may seem backwards to you, sir, but in Verona, it is safest. Were I to accidentally stumble upon any of my newfound kinsmen, I do not think they would treat me kindly.

My Nanny tells me he's been exiled by the Prince. What does it matter where he goes? Here is just as good as anywhere else he would have to travel. And here we could be together.

[saintedsinner]

Because you have no idea how crazy this place is. There are no nannies, no ladies in waiting or whatever you call them. You're out on your own here, and I have this bad feeling you're not suited for it.

[capuletnomore]

[She looks mildly affronted at this.]

Regardless of my suitability for this place, I am here. And if you think me unsuited to the environment and unable to handle things on my own, then it would be better for Romeo to find himself exiled here, would it not? I would have my husband to protect me and keep me safe.

I am used to madness. My kinsmen fight in the streets daily, the Prince is always sending official warnings to the house, and I was to be married to a fop before I chose Romeo. If this place is worse, I shall bear it with dignity. And if I am truly to be alone, I shall learn to bear it as well.

[saintedsinner]

-=An awkward cough.=-

Well. I didn't mean to upset you. Just be careful of who you speak to, alright?

[capuletnomore]

[She looks at him carefully, wondering if the apology is sincere. Even if it isn't, it's probably best to act graciously about it. The last thing she wants is to make enemies in this strange new place. So she takes a deep breath and offers him a kind smile.]

Sometimes everyone can get carried away, can they not? Thank you for your concern over my well-being. I shall indeed be careful. Yet another thing we learn in Verona is how to spot an enemy. [And by enemy, she of course means a mischievous Montague. Which did her no good, but that doesn't cross her mind.]