Scene 8 - 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy

[tender_juliet]

I fear all good intents have been for naught, for I do see such sickness about. Find thou a physician, I beg thee all, 'fore little troubles grow and cause thee thy deathbed for to seek.

Dearest cousin, and dear friend Dawn, I shall brew thee tea and sit by thy sides as oft as I might. And pray thy hurts and sickness pass anon.

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[irislover]

I don't know where good Caspian is. I hope he's in good health and isn't in trouble.

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[irislover]

Eh? What is wrong with Tybalt, Lady Juliet? Does he ails?

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[tender_juliet]

I have no fear for Caspian, only a wish to hear from him. Tybalt ails not with fever, but with grievous wounds from dueling, for which he did seek no medicine until t'were plain he could not heal without.

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[irislover]

He didn't seek medical attention? Um... How bad is his state? He shouldn't have risked so much for no reason.

[girlwithabow]

That's a new way to get people to the doctor's office.

[tender_juliet]

I know not what else to try. The city stands full of illness, and yet so many I see who will deny their need for care.

[girlwithabow]

People are stubborn. When they're sick of hacking up their spleens, they'll go. Just you wait.

[ooc: Gonna take a nap. I'll tag back when I wake up, okay? ♥]

[tender_juliet]

I fear 'twill be too late. But how may we convince any to do what is against their natures?

[ooc: Absolutely, have a good nap! ♥]

[cocksmanship]

Kings are always so busy with responsibilities, unlike us princes.

[tender_juliet]

What king dost thou speak of, my lord?

[cocksmanship]

Nevermind that! You may call me Prince Charming, you lovely creature.

[ooc: Whenever Molly and you are ready!]

[tender_juliet]

Prince? I am all full flattered that thou wouldst pay me such courtesy, good my lord. I am called Juliet.

[ooc: PC, you scamp! And I will be right there!]

[tangodelamuerte]

With tender angels tending to my wounds methinks I've perished and sent to the pearl constructed gates.

How fairs Juliet?

[tender_juliet]

The attentions of angels are only what Tybalt doth deserve.

Well and well, dear cousin. Only fearful for all who by illness are taken.

[tangodelamuerte]

All Capulets art a step away from halos and wings. For are not all cats? So many times brush against the cool, curved scythe's side to then disagreeably hiss and return to all fours on the ground. In the black, Michael runs his fingers down feline spines to commend little warriors.

Surely it is all in passing. Worry not.

[tender_juliet]

Ay, and Tybalt most of all, and least of all. For he is sharp of wit and fleet of foot and Lady Fortune loves him best of all her children.

Worry I shall, I fear, 'til thou art whole and home, and friends are no longer stalked by plaguey threat.

[tothelibrary]

McGoogles and I are going to take over the world, and the first things up against the wall are hospitals, Jello, and absent families. Want to come?

[ooc: Have a cranky Dawn! And she's not really referring to Kyle or Tosh-- okay, maybe just a little-- so do not let the Tosh-in-your-head feel guilty, hear me? :P]

[tender_juliet]

Mine own family's absence is nothing of their fault, I fear. But I shall join thy crusade against Jello if thou wilt have me.

[ooc: Tosh-in-my-head: *guilts omg* <3]

[tothelibrary]

No, see, that's part of the sulky part. Blaming people for things that aren't their fault. It's one of those teenage requirements.

Down with Jello. Rah, rah.

...Come sit with me again, when you can find a spare second?

[ooc: Dawn sez I WILL TELL YOUR JACK AND HE WILL POUT AT YOU.]

[tender_juliet]

I would give away all want for blame, were only they here.

Sit I shall, an it brighten thy day.

[ooc: Noooo, not the pout! D:]