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[be_my_me]

*enter a courtier, impeccably dressed in the Elizabethan style. he is somewhere in his late twenties, and rather pretty (there's a reason Orsino didn't question "Cesario"). taking off his hat (can one be a proper courtier without a hat?), he bows sweepingly to the assembled company* Fair ladies, fine gentlemen, blessings to you all on this

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[lorien_lady]

*laughs* Speaking too much of one's self is not a crime. In fact, it is quite informative to learn so much of a newcomer. And, to be truthful, a skilled retainer can be more valuable than gold. I hope your services have been appreciated?

You may call me Galadriel. Once a lady, but with no court and no residence...*shrugs, simply* I am once more myself.

[be_my_me]

They have, madam, for the Duke is a good lord, and most gracious to those he favors. I hope I am so useful to him as that!

*and another bow* 'Tis an honor to meet so great a lady, whether she have a court or no.

[lorien_lady]

*nods* I hope your Duke finds you soon, then, so you once more can be useful.

*smiles* Thank you. You certainly do have a way with words!

[be_my_me]

Why, thank you, my lady! 'Tis good to think my training has come to something!

[winestains]

*eeeee courtier! eeeee pretty! eeeee hat!*

*bows very formally, making a point of taking off his (sequined and feathered) hat* Always good to see more courtiers around, Valentine.

[be_my_me]

*ooooo, sequins and feathers!* I say the same, sir, for I take it you count yourself among our numbers. Who do you serve, and what might your name be?

[winestains]

*smiles* Osric, sir. Of the court of Denmark and the new King Fortinbras.

[be_my_me]

A courtier of a king! Such a position is to be envied. I congratulate you on your fortune, good Osric.

[thefoodoflove]

Ah, good Valentine! Your Duke and too your Duchess-- and the fair Olivia, mayhap not so deep within her mourning duties-- are both here, and welcome again your gracious service. Bring you any news?

[be_my_me]

My lord! *bows deeply* I humbly thank you. There is not so very much to tell, for, as you have said, much of the population of our fair land hath been removed to this place. I have charged Curio with care of your palace and mastery of the servants, and methinks he will well fit the office.

[thefoodoflove]

*smiles* Ah-- all is well, then. I am pleased to hear it so; 'tis not so fast removed that our Illyria was less a happy place.

[be_my_me]

*beams* Ay, sir, Illyria is well enough, but let it not be said 'twould not be far better with you once more in command!

[maid_and_a_man]

*...doesn't know you bai!*

*gets shoved back by his typist; sheepish smile*

[be_my_me]

*looks puzzled* My la- o! Count Sebastian! *bows* I hope you are well, sir?

[maid_and_a_man]

*isnotisnotisnot!aiii--looks slightly disoriented, which he has been ever since he came home without Antonio* Sir, ay, ay--I am well. I thank you. *smilesmileconfusedsmile*

[be_my_me]

*looks puzzled again, but a good courtier knows when to not ask questions* Very good, sir!

[greatnessborn]

*polite bow and nod* Oft have I seen thee at my Lady Olivia's, sending words of love from the Duke Orsino. I am Malvolio, a servent of my Lady Olivia. Welcome to this place, whatsoever this place may be.

[be_my_me]

Sir, oft have you kept me from my work at the Lady Olivia's! *laughs and returns the bow* Well met.

[greatnessborn]

*sigh* Only by my Lady's insistance, I assure you. Though I, too, did tire of the Duke's persistance.

[be_my_me]

Ay, ay, I know't. I meant nothing against you. Think you how I felt, forced to be the bearer of so many messages!