Illusions, infidelity, and near-nervous breakdowns

[pipe_player]

* An Elizabethan gentlemen of no particular character is pacing about the room* It never fails. As soon as there is any semblance of order in my life, God, fate, or some other capricious higher power shatters it. ( Typist: See Ariel crack thread for more details). *Attempts to calm down, but is immediately up and pacing again* What in God's name am

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[thanitohercules]

*charming smile* Why, anything but to the purpose.

[pipe_player]

If I wanted your advice, milord, I would have asked for it!

[thanitohercules]

*knits his brows together* Didst thou not?

[pipe_player]

Yes. No! I-*sigh* May I ask for your opinion?

[permanent_blur]

*chipper, appearing rather out of nowhere and pacing up behind him* what in god's name are you going to tell me?

[pipe_player]

typist: Good God, Why haven't I been checking the journal? *jumps* Where did you come from!?

[permanent_blur]

*innocent look* it is me, isn't it? rosencrantz? though i don't know what you're going to tell, guildenstern, either -- frankly i imagine it'd be a bit awkward --

[pipe_player]

Never mind. I have something...unpleasant I need to tell you.