[Mingler] The Death of Agrippina

[cyranosavignien]

It's been a long time coming - many hurdles have delayed the event, but it has finally happened. Posters have been put up in various places throughout the Mansion throughout the past few weeks, from the moment that the date was set.
The Death of Agrippina
A tragedy in 5 acts
Caesar Tiberius holds Rome in the palm of his firm hands. General Germanicus

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[for_ireland]

Damien's here, unable to resist a little bit of entertainment, and neeing a break from catching up on his medical knowledge.

He's dressed in his Sunday best, and standing with his hands in his pockets, looking both nervous and a little sad. Sinéad would have loved this.

[survivingson]

Brett has been attracted by the noise, but he's slightly put off by the unfamiliarity of anything remotely thespian - that was Andie's shtick, not his own - and not knowing many people. So he's hanging around the fringes, looking similarly uncomfortable and distinctly wary.

He'll still smile if he catches Damien's eye, though, and comment with, "Full house, looks like."

[for_ireland]

Damien smiles, glad to see that someone looks as awkward here as he does. He nods a greeting.

"Aye, 'tis. Quite a good show, as well, not that I'm an expert on the matter."

[survivingson]

Brett can't hide the uncertainty he feels as to the quality of the show; he doesn't know. He couldn't follow what was happening, but that probably owes more to his ignorance than the writing or acting. He nods anyway, always game.

"Me either, but they looked like they were having fun. And everyone was clapping a lot, so they probably know something we don't."

[killedthesnake]

Neville had been hanging out in the background, so he could help out as a stage hand if needed, but he'd dressed up, even wearing a tie. It wasn't often he had the excuse; the greenhouse certainly wasn't the place for it.

He'll be standing around after, smiling because he enjoyed the play so much.

[surfaceshine]

Dean in a crowd is a special beast, and he happens to the unwary at random. Which is to say that probably the first Neville will be aware of him (or maybe not, obviously, as Dean has a rather large and loud mouth) is when the hunter is crashing hands-first, typist willing, into his shoulders, clapping the smaller man heartily as he grins. He's relieved to be released from the suspense of a ritual he really doesn't understand in the least but was obligated to attend.

"We're free, man," he exclaims, because a forcibly stationary Dean is a twitchy Dean and he's approximately twice as obnoxious once released to be mobile again. He doesn't know Neville was attached to it at all, but his tone is more light-heartedly conspiratorial than actually dreadful.

[killedthesnake]

Actually, Neville is surprised by Dean's greeting, but it's a nice kind of surprise. He grins, and typist willing, will return the claps to the other man's shoulders. "Dean! Practically the whole Mansion turned out for this, huh?"

[surfaceshine]

Some days, Dean can't stand crowds; others, he remembers what he used to be like, and thrives in them. Tonight is one of the latter, apparently, as he doesn't even flinch at the contact and remains very close to Neville's side, scanning the room in question with his grin lingering.

"Looks like - and me without my pretzel stand. Damn. We could've made a killing if you could keep the cheese sauce hot."

[wycked_witch]

Millicent is at the play for two specific reasons - Aramat and Magdalen. Her eyes stay transfixed on the two women throughout the performance. They're free to notice her rather intense stare, or anyone else for that matter.

We'll understand if no one wishes to approach her, but she did manage not to attack anyone during the entire length of the play.

[surfaceshine]

Well, never let it be said that Dean doesn't lack every ounce of common sense given to a stewed carrot; or that he has brass balls the size of Maine. But definitely one or the other, because he ends up shuffled in the crowd next to her towards the end, and he doesn't seem to think twice about smirking at her.

"Hey," he says, because that's an awesome idea.

[wycked_witch]

Millicent's mouth bunches up as if she smells curdled milk. "Did you just speak to me?"

[surfaceshine]

Dean is so very accustomed to that it doesn't even faze him.

"Yeah - among other things, it's what these lip contraptions are for, I'm told," he replies, unflappable.

[cannotresist]

Paulinka's hanging out afterwards, feeling rather pleased with herself. She felt she gave a decent performance (of course she would--she'd never expect anything less from herself!), and wants to congratulate the others on their work.

[in_summer_leaf]

"You were amazing," says Hisoka, stopping to express his sincere reaction to Paulinka's perfomance.

[cannotresist]

She grins. "Thank you very much! I appreciate the compliment."

[in_summer_leaf]

He grins back. "So, what do you think? Did we pull it off, or what?"

[survivingson]

Brett is pretty confused by the end of the play, attracted to the crowd but not really familiar with the atmosphere or the people in it. He's trying to be friendly, though, because he's lonely and he's always liked being a part of groups.

That's pretty much about 90% of teenage life, after all. So he's trying.

[blindbomber]

Iggy had been hanging back, listening to the play and enjoying himself as much as possible. He didn't want to bother anybody after all for a play by play of the action; things were fairly self-evident from the text anyway.

He's mingling here and there, though mostly still hanging back out of the way and listening to conversation.

Brett is free to notice the six foot four teenager with wings though.

[survivingson]

Oh, and he will notice. And being seventeen and possessing the natural subtlety of a cinder block, he will probably stare, moreso when he realizes that Iggy won't be able to see him doing it. He separates out the dusty scent from the rest of the crowd that belongs to the stranger, and whatever he sorts out from there makes him sidle closer.

"Hey," he says, uncertainly, but friendly enough. He's kind of a jerk sometimes, but he means well.

[blindbomber]

He can take a bit of jerky behavior and give some back in turn. Iggy tilts his head and smils a bit at the unfamiliar voice.

"Hi. What'd you think?" He nods towards the stage. "I was a bit lost myself..."