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[post_whitewash]

Cata recently remembered something that came up on her first night here - one of the things that convinced her this place truly draws from other worlds, as it happens - and has decided to investigate.
So she's at a table, reading a copy of Hamlet. She keeps expecting the names to be different, and some of the phraseology throws her off, but it's

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[singintheoven]

You know who's not shy about peering over people's shoulders to see what they're reading? Hedwig, that's who, especially when she's a bit bored, as she is today.

Hey, it's a decent conversation starter, except in some neighborhoods where it can get you shot at.

[post_whitewash]

It's possibly not the best idea to peer over an assassin's shoulder, but she won't comment on it too closely. She's still in a good mood overall.
"May I help you?"

[singintheoven]

If one is dead already, the danger's a little less. Doesn't mean it wouldn't be painful, though.

"Oh, I was just looking to see what you're reading," she says with a smile. "I don't read as much as I used to--not exposed to new books, I guess-so I'm always looking for new things to read."

[post_whitewash]

"Ah. I'm given to understand this is Earth's version of a play we have at home. It's... interesting, seeing the differences."
And what's stayed the same.

[52_dropoff]

"Cata." Charlie calls down from the rafters. "Hello."

[post_whitewash]

There's a second before she glances up - this is a particularly meaty passage in either version of the play, it would seem.
"Hello. How are you?"

[52_dropoff]

"I'm well. And yourself?" He leaps down to the Bar, and then the floor. It's not graceful, but he doesn't land in a way that could hurt him.

[post_whitewash]

"Not bad. Sam found his way back to Bistort."
Cata still doesn't think she's in much shape to criticise someone's landing, so she doesn't comment.