Scene 6 - What's he that now is going out of door?

[tender_juliet]

Cousin Tybalt, where dost thou hide thyself? Come forth, for I would have us speak, an it please thee.

How now, good Thelma? I do hope preparations for the coming revel proceed apace. Hast thou a suitable costume chosen?

To speak of dress and masquerade, what thoughts come to all of thee? Shall we have a score of ghouls and ghosts, or sprites and

Comments

[deadlesbian]

Got lots of leather to join a few of my friends in a group costume. Working out rather well.

[tender_juliet]

'Tis a most intriguing idea! Pray tell who the group includes?

[deadlesbian]

As far as I know, Kara and Molly... not the little one, the other one.

[tender_juliet]

I know not Molly, not little nor big, nor Kara either. 'Tis shameful, you must think, to be so unsocial. But I shall like to see these costumes of thine!

[commieleon]

More fairies than ghouls, I should hope, with the curses...

[tender_juliet]

Are they so full of horror? It seems harmless enough, dancing and races and animals. Though I admit to some uncertainty about the dueling.

[commieleon]

Well, not this year's, with any luck. I've heard terrible things about last year, although I wasn't here, myself. The dueling--? Oh! Yes. Brutish, I try to avoid that kind of thing.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name's Dmitri Smerdyakov. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms...?

[tender_juliet]

I have heard only of dances and revels and costumes. Is there worse to be known?

'Tis a pleasure, my lord. I am Juliet, of House Capulet, cousin of Tybalt who reside also here.

[tangodelamuerte]

Ah me, cousin. The hour is still early in the day. Can you still hear the mourning dove? Staying abed a few hours more is what the body calls for. Seems I've fallen a might... ill.

[tender_juliet]

Ill? Cousin, I send for a physic at once! The lady who hath give me hire shall surely come.

[ttly not coming out of bed or from under the covers right now]

[tangodelamuerte]

Hold, there's no need for haste. My injuries lay in mere soreness. No additional bloodletting would be advantageous to thy Tybalt's condition. The first time was of no help.

[pacing back and forth in front of the door!]

[tender_juliet]

Soreness, but illness not? Headache, cousin, or-

When was Tybalt's blood let last, and his cousin not told of it?