Scene 7 - My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

[tender_juliet]

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[deadlesbian]

I'm glad you had fun. I'll dance with you any time.

[tender_juliet]

My thanks, friend Thelma. 'Twas a wondrous time, was it not?

[deadlesbian]

Pretty good, all around, definitely.

[tender_juliet]

And hopes rise now for some time of quiet, yes?

zach now, martha later 83 .... [tags you with everyone....]

[filmzbyzach]

You're very upbeat. That's a nice change.

YAY! <3

[tender_juliet]

'Twould be no blessing to burden strangers with troubles which are not for them to bear. I think I am not more glad than any other, good sir.

[filmzbyzach]

You know, in the world I come from, lots of people share their troubles on networks like these. Sometimes strangers can help.

But it's cool of you to want to try and handle it on your own too.

I don't think I'm old enough to be a sir....

[tender_juliet]

I would not give cause for friend or kinsman to fret on my behalf.

Little enough did Juliet do for her own self in times past. Perhaps I shall do better now.

Ay, thou art, unless thou be'st child in guise of man grown.

[lupusnonfacit]

You like parties quite a bit then, Juliet?

[tender_juliet]

'Tis pleasant diversion. And it does me glad to see the joy in my surroundings that may come with these revels. For thyself, good Remus? Didst thou enjoy the holiday?

[lupusnonfacit]

I do enjoy a good diversion myself. Crowds tend to suck my energy out after a little while, but I really enjoyed the time that I spent around all of the parties. Halloween is a fairly big to do where I'm from.

[tender_juliet]

'Twas a masquerade at mine own father's house, not so long 'fore I came to City. I confess to woman's weakness for costume and frivolity.

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[sings4dragons]

... you speak so eloquently.

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[tender_juliet]

My thanks to thee, though I am told 'tis not the common way.

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[sings4dragons]

Common or not, it's beautiful. Spoken music.

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[tender_juliet]

Thy own words are full with kindness, good lady!

sore loser, sore loser.

[tangodelamuerte]

Each morn I feel likes like a stone in a river bed, yet I move but a little and pangs strike at me.

Whilt my cousin be so kind as to brew fragrant tea?

[tender_juliet]

Oh cousin! I shall at once! I wish thou wouldst think on taking thyself to the physician. Come with Juliet, and let Lady Martha see to thee.

[tangodelamuerte]

She may tend unto me, if that is your wish. Mayhaps this can even lighten my heavy mood. A duel lost is a life sustained, quality of which may be that of a coward or one who suffers losses worse than any disease. One lost duel, another? Another? Fie. Just one and ne'er again!

Pitiful lot have I to duel alone as it be. Where lingers Abra? I do wonder.

[tender_juliet]

Tybalt shall have his tea and after I shall put him into the care of better hands. Health to thy body shall bring lightness to thy heart, I pray.

Would that I could send for thy companions, cousin.