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are you ofeeling it mr. krabs
[ Early morning Thursday, there are papers posted literally everywhere. Someone had a lot of time and a lot of pent up nervous energy, and... well, that's not very surprising, given what they say: ]
Please come to the chapel at 2 for a happy play inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet.
Lunch will be provided.
Ever yours,
Black
[ ...he really needs to shake that habit.
Anyway, those entering the chapel at the appointed time will be treated to some sweetly-played lyre music courtesy of Sigrun; there's some blankets carefully hung near the back, acting as curtains to obscure the "backstage" area. Once everyone is settled, Sigrun switches to a slower tune, and Black emerges from the blankets.
He's wearing a brown wig and a long, white gown with flowing sleeves; the inside of that is black though, easy to see as he swishes his way to the front and spreads his hands to the audience. What follows is an incredibly wonderful play about Ophelia—"inspired" is probably a very apt word for it, because the events are changed heavily by her reading of Hamlet's letter prior to handing it off to her father and realizing the hidden meanings in the words. She deceives her father by acting innocent and orchestrates a plan parallel to Hamlet's, set on saving as many lives as she can.
No one deserves to die, after all.
Ophelia acts out after hearing Hamlet's frustrated denial of his own feelings, deliriously giving out flowers—Black does the same with tissue roses, handing them off to anyone who sits in the front row and throwing them out to the rest of the pews, but it's all a trick to keep the men of her life from suspecting her (they'd been getting too close to realizing what she'd been up to, and if they had found out, she'd never be able to go through with it). In the end, Ophelia manages to get everyone to lay down their swords. Claudius is exiled for fratricide, and after a tearful feelings jam with Hamlet, the play ends with their coronation as King and Queen of Denmark.
...all put on by one person, and with fitting music provided by their lyre expert.
The lunches laid out are sandwiches and soups by Black, and... Sigrun's helped out, too. She's made salads (leafy things with fruits, YOU FIGURE THAT OUT) and an... interesting... bread. (It has melons, curry, and red bean paste in it.)
There's also popcorn with various condiments if you'd rather have that to snack on. ]
Lunch will be provided.
Ever yours,
Black
[ ...he really needs to shake that habit.
Anyway, those entering the chapel at the appointed time will be treated to some sweetly-played lyre music courtesy of Sigrun; there's some blankets carefully hung near the back, acting as curtains to obscure the "backstage" area. Once everyone is settled, Sigrun switches to a slower tune, and Black emerges from the blankets.
He's wearing a brown wig and a long, white gown with flowing sleeves; the inside of that is black though, easy to see as he swishes his way to the front and spreads his hands to the audience. What follows is an incredibly wonderful play about Ophelia—"inspired" is probably a very apt word for it, because the events are changed heavily by her reading of Hamlet's letter prior to handing it off to her father and realizing the hidden meanings in the words. She deceives her father by acting innocent and orchestrates a plan parallel to Hamlet's, set on saving as many lives as she can.
No one deserves to die, after all.
Ophelia acts out after hearing Hamlet's frustrated denial of his own feelings, deliriously giving out flowers—Black does the same with tissue roses, handing them off to anyone who sits in the front row and throwing them out to the rest of the pews, but it's all a trick to keep the men of her life from suspecting her (they'd been getting too close to realizing what she'd been up to, and if they had found out, she'd never be able to go through with it). In the end, Ophelia manages to get everyone to lay down their swords. Claudius is exiled for fratricide, and after a tearful feelings jam with Hamlet, the play ends with their coronation as King and Queen of Denmark.
...all put on by one person, and with fitting music provided by their lyre expert.
The lunches laid out are sandwiches and soups by Black, and... Sigrun's helped out, too. She's made salads (leafy things with fruits, YOU FIGURE THAT OUT) and an... interesting... bread. (It has melons, curry, and red bean paste in it.)
There's also popcorn with various condiments if you'd rather have that to snack on. ]
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[Wow, two months have passed and Sigrun continues exasperating Mouri as the first week. Still, one doesn't spend two months near Sigrun without getting used to her special brand of shenanigans]
...you know what, I dare you to eat one of these breads. Will you be capable of dealing with the consequences of your actions?
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[Like salad. She had salad earlier this week. It was gross.]
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Here you go, captain. Make your best brave face and go ahead.
1/3, i think
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how's she feel about this taste
it's not fragrant as fuck like bombshell's wax masterpiece was, but on the other hand there's like a texture to it she's not sure how to feel about
huh.]
done
I might need to put less melons in it.
Re: done
[Oh well, she ate a bite and that earns more respect for the already sizable pile he had for her]
You haven't finished it yet. I'm waiting, Eide-san. I dared you one bread, not one bite.
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[She'll continue until she finishes it then! It might be bit by bit, judging if there's... larger pieces of melon or not, but she'll finish it, dammit. She's a woman of honor.
... The gin helps. The gin helps a lot.]
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[Mouri is actually having fun. It feels good to have the upper hand over Sigrun, even if it is because of a bread and a silly dare]
No hard feelings for making you do this, I hope, but just in case I'll make sure to never be in a position where I'll be the one completing a dare from you.
[Or a punishment. That'd be terrible]
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[No arguments in her tone.]
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[It's true her tone indicated she wouldn't change her mind, but he isn't going to accept this meekly. It's a futile battle but there's no way he'll do nothing!]
I was never informed there was punishment! I had to leave for a moment, that is all!
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What if someone dies tonight? I can't investigate anything while wearing stiletto boots!
[He can but he doesn't want to. God damn it, he is doomed and he knows it]
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Fine! So I'll have to spend a few hours standing in those boots and I'll be in pain all the time. As if Fridays weren't bad enough already.
I shouldn't have told you to eat that bread. This must be some kind of revenge for that.
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[From experience. She only got hotter?? God bless these dumb fuck shoes.]
If even kitten could stand them, you're a wuss for not being able to.
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Okay, give me those boots and I'll wear them tomorrow...mainly because I feel if I don't do it you'll glue the boots to my feet after the trial ends.
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I'll be sure to drop 'em off tonight. I promise, you'll look great with them, sweetheart, everyone does.
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[She wants everyone to experience the wonder of the Mettaton boots]
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[Unashamed.]