[open] We [won't] waste our lights in vain

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Who: FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMAN, any & all
When: Wednesday nights
Where: The dojo
Format: Action, prose, poetry, quotation, rhetorical-pastoral-comical, anything!
What: This month's Shakespeare readings.
Note/proposed structure: My current thought is to put up one master log a month, with a fresh post linking back to it each week for that week's

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I.1 As You Like It

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[He sets up lanterns and candles to set the mood and establish the path to the largest room. In less than traditional fashion, cushions and mats have been replaced by benches and chairs, but the setting is open and inclusive, circular, and sitting on the floor would yield as good a place to see, be seen, hear and be heard, as anywhere else. There is no differentiated stage vs. audience; the words will go straight up over the collective and everyone will experience them omnidirectionally. Everyone will look at and address each other, no scene exclusive only to those talking in them.

For the first session, he anticipates a small turnout. So the room is airy but set small. It's easier to make extra space with magic, so don't start intimidating. With Tonks's help there are Geminio copies of the script and more can be instantly produced. He's started with five. He keeps the master tome for himself to read stage directions and notes as needed, and just generally let there be some anchor, for those (many! including himself) who find more

"AYLI" Play Notes

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My extremely loose and optional casting ideas, based on those who responded to initial post, only if needed and/or to be swapped around and/or utterly rejected (and keeping in mind this is not ACTUAL CASTING, gender/age/appearance matters not a whit, anyone can read anything that's interesting!) :
Rosalind - Pepper
Celia - Verity
Orlando - Arthur
Phebe - Tonks
Jaques - Raphael
Frederick - Jin
Touchstone - Lupin

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[As Phebe read, I would not be thy executioner: I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Lupin's eyes flickered to Io.]

for remus - about an hour before everyone else is supposed to arrive

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[ True to her word, Tonks shows up. She has brought two dozen assorted muffins for whoever might arrive. There are blueberry ones, honey-nut ones, and a few other varieties. The single chocolate one, however, is for Remus.

She enters the dojo and looks about. ]

Oi! Remus, you about?

[ She has also brought them mocha coffees but since Anatole doesn't really use paper cups, Tonks has a thermos and two mugs. ]

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[The unmistakable light coalesces behind one of the screen doors and moves along, radiating out between panels and across the floor, until the patronus sticks out its head to look at Tonks down the hall, and show her which chamber to come to.

There's really nowhere to hide in the room itself. It's the largest of the rooms, otherwise fairly uniform: equilateral, open, and evenly lit. Lupin's contemplating one of the benches, which periodically expands or shrinks a little, moves back and forth, until he seems satisfied with the proportions-feng shui, whatever.]

[wotchesyou]

[ Tonks follows the Patronus into the room. ]

Wotcher Remus.

[ She smiles and then nearly trips over another bench. She catches herself though by bracing her hands on the bench. It's a good thing the lid on the thermos is screwed on tightly. As for the mugs and basket of muffins? Well, that's a different story altogether. ]

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[He's half-turning to greet her and manages on reflex to throw out his hand in the direction of the cascade. The basket shivers and freeze upright in the air; in the whiplash, only one muffin clears the rim and bounces to the floor. The mugs slow down a little, such that most survive the impact, but one breaks.]