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[shadowofarose]

For anyone who cares to take notice, there is a very pretty young girl sitting in a chair, reading something. It is Sibyl Vane (well, Gray now, for all intents and purposes), and she is diligently going over her lines for Cyrano's play. She is determined to give a fantastic performance, and to show everyone that her acting is just as good as it

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[allartisuseless]

"Sibyl, darling!" Dorian cries, kissing his wife's hair. "How are you? I feel like I've not seen you in ages. What are you up to, sweetheart?" And Dorian, of course, will be thrilled to see his wife onstage again. Or at least make a good show of it.

[shadowofarose]

"Dorian!" She's beaming, now, and jumps up to throw her arms around him. "I'm just wonderful, of course! And I'm memorizing my lines for the play, and it's all so very exciting!"

[allartisuseless]

"Oh yes, your play! When is all that going on? I simply must come see it!" He settles into a chair and pulls Sibyl down onto his lap, nuzzling her neck with some semblance of contentment.

[shadowofarose]

She just about melts into his arms- Dorian often has that effect on her- practically giving him free reign to do whatever he wants, and beams at him again.

"I'm not certain there's a date yet, but when there is, you'll be the first to know! I so want you to be proud of me..."

[crimson_sugar]

Why not meet someone new? There's a young woman, also Victorian, sitting on nearby couch, also reading, in her case, a volume of Yeats' poetry.

She's dressed in period clothing, though there's something a bit... off about it. She seems to have perhaps removed or adapted her dress to be more contemporary, and it's not awful looking at all.

[shadowofarose]

It's an awfully nice dress, Sibyl thinks. She's taken a break from memorizing, for fear she'll overload her mind with too many lines and cues and stage directions, and then she'll forget everything she already memorized. Which is why she's looking around the room and takes notice of the very nice dress.

"Pardon me, miss, but I just thought I ought to tell you that I think you've got a lovely dress on."

[crimson_sugar]

For the first words Sibyl says, Sugar looks up from her book with a pleasant smile.

"Oh, thank you, Madam." She struggles not to stand and curtsy - something she's trying to do, to be less Victorian, at the request of her boyfriend. It's working... with mitigated success, aside from the dress. "It was an experiment. I am pleased that you approve."

[shadowofarose]

Despite being here, Sibyl's whole world is more or less still completely Victorian, so she rises and curtsies.

"Yes, I think it's very lovely! -- I'm Sibyl," she adds, smiling.

[patriciamydear]

Donleavy looks up from her notes.

"Oh, dear. I don't believe I've seen you around here before."

[shadowofarose]

Sibyl glances up from her reading to look at the person speaking to her.

"Oh, no, I don't believe we've met, miss."

[patriciamydear]

"I'm Patricia Donleavy. And you would be...?"

[shadowofarose]

"Sibyl Vane. -- Gray," she corrects herself, still in the habit of using her maiden name. "It's lovely to meet you."

[cyranosavignien]

Well, of course Cyrano has to come by.

He'll stop and sit quietly on the stairs, and clear his throat.

"An engaging read, Mrs. Gray?"

[shadowofarose]

She glances up, smiling.

"Oh, quite! It's this very lovely play, you see, and very fascinating!"

[cyranosavignien]

"No doubt you have an appreciation for such things, seeing as you clearly have the spirit required for such endeavors."

[shadowofarose]

"It makes it even easier to appreciate, because it's such a lovely play."

And she holds it up to show him just which play she's been studying.

[forsweetliberty]

There is a Jane. And she is sitting and reading. Bookish Jane is Bookish. This does not stop her from looking over curiously at what Sybil is reading.

[shadowofarose]

After a bit, Sibyl glances over at Jane and smiles.

"It's a play, miss. A play written by one of our very own residents, and it's very lovely!"

[forsweetliberty]

"Oh! Are you an actress, miss?" Jane asks quietly, carefully bookmarking her page and closing the novel.

[shadowofarose]

Sibyl gives an enthusiastic nod.

"I am! I used to act in London."