When; Evening of June 19th; presumably pretty late due to the dance thing |D I fail at schedule, oops ;_;
Rating; probably not past pg-13?
Characters; Any and all of the people listed
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Summary; In the spirit of passionate experimentation, the second Dead Poets Society meeting. ♥
Log;
He was tired, but pleasantly so; and somehow still full of energy despite the hour. Society meetings were always like that-- had always been at home, anyway, and it made him feel a little more at home here to find the mood the same.
The last meeting had been a little melancholy, a little subdued-- his own fault if anything, reading what he had, but it had seemed right at the time. Tonight he felt a little freer, a little cheerier, and once they'd assembled he spoke the invocation without hesitation or preamble.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
Neil grinned, leaning against a wall of their cozy little cave. He arched a brow.
"Shall we?"
[ooc; sorry it's late bbz. same deal as last time, feel free to GO NUTS.]