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[noblemen]

[ If getting up this morning, you thought that you might have a great day blessed with the many smiling faces of the residents of Fortuna, you were sorely, sorely mistaken. In fact, as a scowling man appears on the screen, it might occur to you to shut off your communicator before you get a wall of negativity dropped on you. ]

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[fragrancy]

You're seriously putting on a play?

[ Well, this is interesting. ]

[noblemen]

You say that with such doubt to your voice.

[fragrancy]

No doubt. I'm sure you'll do it. What made you decide on that? Just feeling nostalgic for the Bard or something?

[hullonurse]

There you are. You could leave a note when you go off like that, you know.

... But a play? Really? [S-she doesn't sound very tempted at all!!]

[noblemen]

Yes, a note. I shall be sure to do so before I leave next time. [ that is not sarcasm clearly you are just interpreting what he's saying incorrectly ]

Yes, really. The play I left at your flat; it's still there, isn't it? If not, I did just get another one so. . .

[hullonurse]

[She chooses to pretend he's saying that seriously because if he isn't she needs to go hit him and that's so much effort.]

No, it's still here. Were you thinking of a full production or something more simple?

[noblemen]

As lavish as our current environment allows. The utmost level of effort and concentration must be placed into the production of a Shakespearean play, so likely a full production, my dear.

[occulter]

Oh a play sounds like fun! I would love to help.

[noblemen]

Indeed? Are you familiar with A Midsummer Night's Dream?

[occulter]

Ah I would have to say no. However it sounds interesting!

[ In the end all that Yuki wants to do is to help~ ]

[noblemen]

That's quite all right, I shall send you a copy of the play on your communicator once I type it up. Tell me, do you have any specific talents? Acting? Costuming? Set design, or any artistic talents that could aid us in the production?

[eastmontecarlo]

Well, well, Mr. England. We haven't been able to speak just yet, at least not in this place. I trust that you're well? [ The scowl just... it isn't going to affect him. ]

A play sounds like a great idea. Everyone needs a little entertainment now and again; I'll help you with anything that you would like.

[noblemen]

Oh dear. Macau. You as well... [ A sigh, and he rubs his hand against his cheek. ] Christ, now I'm almost bloody well sure there's no one left. . . [ Shaking that notion off: ] 'Well' is a subjective state of being, one that I cannot currently say I am in.

Wonderful. Do you have anything specific to offer to the production or shall I just draft you into a role?

[eastmontecarlo]

“There is a good dog and a bad dog fighting within each of us. The one that is going to win is the one we feed the most"... Isn't that right?

I'm afraid I'm not quite as skilled at production as Hong Kong is, though I'm not bad at hosting things. Perhaps a narrator?

[just_west]

[Not something Edmund thinks will ever happen- waking up to grinning faces, that is. Not here. Still, he's thinking it spoke rather low of the man if he can't at least resemble some neutrality before addressing the network. And going on expedition alone isn't really the brightest idea, either. But somehow he thinks this man knows that, or at least he should, so he keeps silent on that, but:] It's a planet, sir. There's bound to be something found.

[Okay, now that's enough. Ed allows himself a fleeting moment of boyhood and wrinkles his nose in distaste- ew, Shakespeare. But then there's a smirk ghosting on his lips and his expression changes. A play was a good idea to "raise the spirits", sure.] And has anyone volunteered yet?