"Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'"

May 03, 2006 16:10

A man of undetermined age, his face worn beyond his years with indecision, looks around slowly as he enters. He speaks not, but he appears to be thinking hard:
And indeed there will be time ( Read more... )

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dixie_chicken May 3 2006, 20:13:53 UTC
[Typist: I have a friend whose LJ name is set to "J. Alfred Prufrock"... just felt like making that observation. ^_^ ]

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:01:09 UTC
Typist: That's excellent!

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tyriangalley May 3 2006, 20:14:37 UTC
.....I think I love you. ♥

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:06:37 UTC
Typist: Careful, those are dangerous words to utter around Alfie...er, Mr. Prufrock

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tyriangalley May 3 2006, 22:08:00 UTC
Well, yes, but I meant both him and you. This poem owns me.

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:27:37 UTC
OMG YOUR ICON. And yes, I am owned by the poem as well. J. Alfred, on the other hand, is sitting in the corner, blushing and thinking impure thoughts about your declaration of love. :)

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_sheildmaiden_ May 3 2006, 20:20:51 UTC
*and here, for the record, is a lovely and unattached young woman approaching to say hello with a slight, courteous bow*

Greetings, sir. Are you quite well?

Typist: OH MY GOD WIN.

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:05:14 UTC
*looks around, confused; he is not used to being around people*

Um, yes, greetings, lady. Well? Yes, I am, and you?

Typist: *g*

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dalrei_dancer May 3 2006, 20:29:56 UTC
*here's a laughing, lovely young woman, smiling and curtsying*

Hello, sir! I'm Liane.

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:09:20 UTC
*fumbles around, stuttering and not making sense. Women don't usually talk to him...*

Um, yes, hello, Miss, braceleted arms, hello, yes, peach?

*pokes typist*

Typist, to Liane: What he means to say is "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I'm Alfred. J. Alfred Prufrock. Lovely weather, isn't it?" He should get over this shyness soon enough (I hope).

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dalrei_dancer May 3 2006, 22:24:09 UTC
*laughs* It is very nice out today, yes! And it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Prufrock.

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a_bit_obtuse May 4 2006, 00:59:09 UTC
Typist: *pokes Alfie and points discretely to Liane*

J. Alfred: *smiles bashfully, deep breath, a bit mechanical now* It's nice to meet you, too. I apologize for my earlier manner. *looks back at typist*

Typist: *smiles and nods* I think he's almost ready to play by himself... silly man. You'd think he lived inside his head or something!

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the_white_sheep May 3 2006, 20:54:53 UTC
Typist: ajfkljfldjfljgldgd oh my God Eliot. <333333333333 You win my soul.

*and who better to greet him than a puppet named after his author (sort of), no? so he'll arch an eyebrow questioningly* Hello there.

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:13:47 UTC
*arches his eyebrow back, if that is to be the custom in these parts, and takes a deep breath--he's made a fool of himself enough already in this thread today*

Hello, sir. How did you manage to get the name of my former typist?

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the_white_sheep May 3 2006, 22:19:27 UTC
*...blinks, looking faintly amused* Excuse me?

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a_bit_obtuse May 3 2006, 22:24:41 UTC
*goes into state of self-hatred; had tried to be --what's that expression the typist used--calm, cool, and collected, and already it's backfiring!*

It's just -- your middle name, my former typist, Mr. Eliot, and --- ack. Please, I don't mean to pry.

Typist: Excuse him, please, he's a little jumpy today.

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