(no subject)

[ay_my_lord]

*Horatio has been trying to keep himself occupied since he and Hamlet had begun to grow distant--working odd jobs, programming, re-engineering his computer a bit for the fun of it. now, though, he finds himself wondering whether more social pleasures might be better ways to spend his time, and so he is knocking on the door of the tragedians' ... van* Excuse me? Excuse me, do you ... hold auditions?

Comments

[tragedians.livejournal.com]

We were good. *nodnod*

Where're you from?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*gives the name of it--probably very close to where Bernardo's from; canon gives the typist a suspicion that Bernardo and Horatio knew each other at least in passing from before the play*

[tragedians.livejournal.com]

*that makes sense; probably school events or something* Ah, cool. I think someone in my French class was from near there. *the rest are kind of "whatever"*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*tentatively stretches out a little, making sure not to jostle anyone* A lot of people from there went to college here ... it's got a really good reputation, and--well, it's not community college.

[tragedians.livejournal.com]

*leans on him* Mm-hmm.

Yeah, good classes.

*variously dispersed on and near each other (they know all the comfortable bits on one another by now)*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*isn't going to ask how they could afford college, because a) that's rude and b) he doesn't think he wants to know. so instead, he'll just lean back against whoever's leaning on him--he doesn't know names, but he supposes that they don't need their own when they take so many on*

[tragedians.livejournal.com]

*short answer: the Tragedians have generally weird relationships with their parents. and scene?*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*scene!*

[tragedians.livejournal.com]

*omg canon scene*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*I know, what game are we playing here?*