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[a_lowly_player]

What with the play and everything going on, Will Shakespeare had barely had time to write. Which, mind you, was a good thing as he was having more and more difficulty writing as he tried to progress with the play. It was difficult to decide what was important and what was not, who should be included and who shouldn't and it all turned into a great

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[herfinalsong]

The daily walks had become something for Satine to look forward to. She liked the feeling of the sun, warm and rich on her face. It was a strong, stark contrast to the interior of the Moulin Rouge and while there was still a yawning ache in her chest where Christian's presence had been, she was trying to get past that.

The sight of a man jumping into the air helped distract her greatly.

"Oh!" Satine gasped, lifting a hand to her mouth. Her surprise was complete, eyes widening.

[a_lowly_player]

"Good day, my lady," Will said exuberantly, grinning from ear to ear while he bounced.

"I apologise if I have startled you," he added, but couldn't seem to figure out how to slow down to talk with her at a more measured pace.

[herfinalsong]

Satine's surprise gave way to a giggle, and she laughed with her hand against her mouth. He did look rather funny that way, bouncing up and down so.

"It is all right," she said reassuringly. "I have never seen a man fly this way, not without the assistance of other men or the stage."

[a_lowly_player]

"It is really quite fantastic," he said. Plop! Shakespeare fell down and started bouncing much slower in a sitting position. The world spun a little less this way.

"You're welcome to try if you like."

[katurianx3]

Katurian Katurian had never been on a trampoline. For that matter, he'd never really had much of a childhood, but trampolines and playsets weren't included in what normalcy there had been. The weather was more than nice enough, though, and armed with pencil and paper (finally, finally, he'd found paper), he decided to start rewriting his stories outside. He'd taken a seat on the ground, not even willing to try sitting on a swing to write, for fear that it might upset some wounds, and had written the first few sentences of "The Shakespeare Room" when the noise of someone bouncing made him look up and smirk. "Having fun there?" he called out, more than a little amused by the sight of a grown man bouncing and seeming to have a great time while doing so.

[a_lowly_player]

"Quite a bit, yes," Will replied, breathless, laughter in his voice. He caught sight of the man writing and canted his head curiously to one side. Unable to help himself, he slowed in his bounces until he was still enough that he could ask "What are you writing?" without having any sort of waver to his voice.

[katurianx3]

Katurian continued watching the man as the bouncing slowed, his pencil hovering just above the paper (he was just getting to the good part, too). "It's a short story," he replied, and stretched his arms. "Back home, ah, I was a writer, and now I've got the job of rewriting all the stories I ever wrote." Every sick, twisted one of them.

[a_lowly_player]

"I was something of a writer back home as well," Will said, brightening a little. "Except I haven't got to rewrite my stories since they all seem to appear on the shelf, even ones I've not written yet. Have you tried checking there perhaps?"

[thelordofdreams]

It was quite a contrast, Will's playful glee, to the mood of the man who walked up and paused not far from the trampoline.

Dream cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of trees. There may as well have been a rain cloud hovering above his head, as joyful as he looked, and it didn't seem that Will's happiness was rubbing off on him whatsoever. Though to his credit, he didn't seem annoyed, either.

Just watching. Expressionless.

[a_lowly_player]

Will slowed down until he was at a stop, feeling very much like a small child who was caught doing something he oughtn't be doing.

"Are you well, Morpheus?" he asked warilly.

[thelordofdreams]

"Death is... gone," said Dream.

It was the first time that he'd said it out loud, after days of denying it, despite all of the signs.

[a_lowly_player]

Death had, or claimed to have been rather, part of the reason that Will and Dream had gotten together. It was Death's blessing that mattered most to Will and...she couldn't just be gone. Will frowned and slid off of the trampoline so that he might walk closer to Dream.

"What do you mean...gone?"