♕ |[71]| while barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, and touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

[had_not_lived]

Well, it's always nice to see everyone-- I'm afraid I haven't made so much progress on getting the next play together since last time you all came, but maybe we can time it, now, for next time.

But I'm glad you've come, of course. I always am.

[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't

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[drpheel_ifil]

Well, first let me start off by saying that I'm pleased to meet you, but that I am so sorry for the circumstances.

[had_not_lived]

I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand?

[drpheel_ifil]

You know there are so many people who say the City is a bad place to live, but I think it's the people who say that it's better that have it worse, because of what they have back home. Which, in your case [A pause to let what he's referring to sink in, as well as giving Neil the opportunity to show that he gets it.] is not much.

[had_not_lived]

There's a lot to like about the City.

[bakurakrazie]

Neil! How did you know that I was going to ask about how the play was coming?

Neil you did not tell me that you were psychic.

[had_not_lived]

Well, someone always asks about the play.

[bakurakrazie]

Hm, acceptable answer, I suppose! Todd's probably going to be freaking out more.

[had_not_lived]

I think that's likely. But I can't blame him, really!