Gather ye rosebuds while ye may...

18 March 2019 @ 07:09 pm


IF WE SHADOWS have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend:	And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

[Use this post for OOC contact, or any comments on characterization, &c. I can also be reached via e-mail at tygrei [at] aol [dot] com ~ Plotting is also welcome. Anon is enabled but I'd prefer honest, face-to-face communication, I swear I don't bite. ♥]

Tags: contact, ooc

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17 March 2019 @ 06:18 pm

♛ | Contact & Action

☏ VOICEMAIL
✉ TEXT MESSAGE
☞ ACTION

[ooc; for when you want some Neil and don't have any other convenient way. All types of contact encouraged & welcomed, just lemme know what's up in the subject line ♥]

Tags: contact, random action

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17 March 2019 @ 05:09 pm

♛ | Disclaimer & Credits

❄

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

☛ I am not srsly Neil Perry, nor am I Robert Sean Leonard, nor do I own any of the poets or poems or other stuff that is clearly not mine that might come up in the course of playing, Walt Whitman or misquoted Thoreau or Shakespeare, etc. etc. Dead Poets Society is an awesome movie but I don't own that either. This is a roleplaying journal, entirely a work of fiction, and I am not making any money.

☛ Journal layout created by

milou_veronica, with a thousand thanks, modified by me

☛ Icons are mine~ I don't mind if you use them but I'd be much obliged if you'd credit me-- and if you don't mind, drop me a comment to let me know :3

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26 December 2011 @ 12:14 pm

♕ |[76]| And away they all flew like the down of a thistle

Somehow it always comes as a surprise that Christmas ends as quickly as it does, when you've spent so long waiting for it and getting ready, finding gifts and making plans and everything. I'm not really complaining-- it wouldn't be much fun if it lasted forever-- it's just strange.

I was thinking about last year, when we had a Visitors' Day after Thanksgiving... I remember because it was the day me and Todd went to get our Christmas tree, and our friend Charlie showed up and went with us. ~~It's the only time anyone's ever come from home to visit...~~ It's hard to believe that was more than a year ago, now... It still feels like yesterday.

There's a lot I want to do-- mostly, I can't wait to start casting and rehearsing for Todd's play-- but I think it's safe to say we won't be getting anything done until after New Year's.

I hope everyone's had a Merry Christmas, and that the rest of the year is good, too.

[ooc; everyone Neil talks to somewhat regularly can assume they got some sort of gift, great or small; I wish I had the presence of mind to make a list but I barely got my own shopping done! T_T Also, though I have yet to actually backtag in feel free to assume you saw him at the holiday ball. <3 Happy Holidays, all!!]

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11 December 2011 @ 06:30 pm

♕ |[75]| Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

ACTION;

[Neil is in high spirits this afternoon as he braves the weather and the curses, heading in for his shift at the bookstore. His cheeks are flushed from cold even before the first time someone catches him under a wily sprig of waxy berries, and really, it's easy enough to laugh it off in the name of holiday cheer and common City shenanigans, so that's what he does.

Inside the bookstore, of course, there are all sorts of places for an enterprising plant to grow...]

[ooc; Plz pretend this was earlier. Feel free to hit him up anywhere, on his way there / back / in store, whatevs. I will be sloooow but I will tag back, I promise! <333]

Tags: curse [affected], on an upswing, s.w.a.k., there swells and jets a heart, two mistletoe'd

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27 November 2011 @ 08:12 pm

♕ |[74]| Praying before it happens that it won't

Whatever this curse is-- people are saying dreams, but I'm not sure that I'd call it a dream-- it's... strange. It seems so real; and I know that in dreams, at least, dreams always seem real, no matter how ridiculous they are, but it's something different.

I dreamed-- I think-- let's call it a vision. It's hard to remember now, it was all so confused at the time and I don't think I understand any of it. But then, I was flying. That part I remember... But... something went wrong.

It felt real, real enough... ~~I was screaming, I must have been screaming,~~ I thought I was hurt, I was halfway out the door to the hospital when I realized I was fine.

I guess... be careful, is what I wanted to say. It would be easy to get caught up in whatever this is.

~~It still hurts, almost.~~

[ooc; Neil is experiencing the loss of

George Weasley's ear~]

Tags: curse [affected], do not want, on a downswing, reruns and syndication

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20 November 2011 @ 02:19 pm

♕ |[73]| And yet, by heav'n, I think my love as rare

I dreamt when I was young, of course, of love,
But found mere echoes of brave lovers' words
Had not a raven to trade for a dove,
No lady's honor tried on rivals' swords.
And yet the words did work their cryptic art,
And for true love I could not help but yearn,
Longed for a worthy guardian for my heart,
For someone who would cause my blood to burn.
I wondered what fair shape my love would wear,
Weighed in my heart what beauty I loved best,
And yet, my years of dreams could not compare
To one with whom my love today does rest.
For all those books of lovers, fair and true,
I wouldn't lose a moment spent with you.

|[ ooc; not cursed, not even a little bit, but you bet he'll tell you he is 8) ]|

Tags: bad fanfic weekend, curse [unaffected], i wrote a sonnet!, idk my bff todd, in love with life, poetry, subtlety fail, there swells and jets a heart

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23 October 2011 @ 05:16 pm

♕ |[72]| I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke--

I think I'm getting sick.

I woke up just feeling-- I don't know, lethargic, and I'm not hungry... I think I need to stay in bed a while.

Billy? Can you cover the store for... I hope, just a couple of days? I don't want to give anyone else my cold...

[ooc; oh, yes, Neil is sick... with vampirism. He won't go all explode-in-sunlight but he's a bit more sensitive to light, a lot paler, and totally not interested in solid food. He'll figure it out in a couple of days... >3]

Tags: curse [affected], do not want, happy halloween, i feel sick, it's only a movie, on a downswing, this is why we can't have nice things

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01 October 2011 @ 09:51 pm

♕ |[71]| while barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, and touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Well, it's always nice to see everyone-- I'm afraid I haven't made so much progress on getting the next play together since last time you all came, but maybe we can time it, now, for next time.

But I'm glad you've come, of course. I always am.

[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! Hit me, bb!

EXTRA BONUS POINTS FOR VISITING CASTMATES? 8D ~~who will be kept forever chained to the carousel~~]

Tags: curse [affected], fourth wall destruction, in love with life, on an upswing, there swells and jets a heart

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06 September 2011 @ 09:57 pm

♕ |[70]| Now let us sport us while we may;

[AUDIO;]

Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit.
I, chief professor, am of it.
The god of love, if such a thing there be,
may learn to love from me.

Tags: carpe diem, curse [affected], in love with life, poetry, the internetwork is for porn

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01 September 2011 @ 08:38 pm

♕ |[69]| This is the second of our reign.

[VIDEO POST / VISIBLE IN THE SKY]

[At first there's nothing to see-- just a steady view of the sky, shaking once as an unseen hand settles the camera in place more firmly. After a long, boring minute of this, there's some unseen commotion-- a muffled voice with a clear questioning turn.

Suddenly, there are some loud crackles and whistles, completely drowning out anything being said, before the sky lights up with a brilliant display of custom fireworks, spelling out a familiar message:]

CARPE DIEM

[The camera stays trained on the sparkling letters long enough for a burst of laughter to ring out. Then the picture blurs as the device is snatched up, and swiftly turned off.]

Tags: carpe diem, idk my bff todd, in love with life, on an upswing, subtlety fail

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20 August 2011 @ 05:30 pm

♕ |[68]| Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

[ VOICE / MUSIC / ACTION ]

[Anyone dropping by the Bilton and Scaggs bookstore today is in for a surprise; a section of the usually book-cluttered counter has been cleared off to hold a record player and surprisingly large stack of records, with a Network device propped precariously by it to broadcast what's playing.

In fact, Neil has turned the bookstore into an impromptu radio station for the day, and will be sharing a mixture of 50's music, poetry readings, and on-air conversations-- er, interviews-- with customers if he feels like it.]

That was Buddy Holly and the Crickets, with That'll Be the Day, here on WDPS. Stay around for a Poetry break... but first, another little something from home...

[ooc; NETWORK or ACTION replies welcome! If action, we could "broadcast" conversations if you like. XD I will be posting more music/poems/etc in comments, and trying to keep the playlist below updated with the assorted things he's broadcasting ALL DAY LONG.]

Tags: carpe diem, curse [affected], meeks and pitts would be proud, poetry, radio day, radio free city, wdps broadcasting

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06 August 2011 @ 11:31 am

♕ |[67]| There is no way you are the pine-scented air.

[AUDIO]

--you're an eleven, at least.

[There's a pause, and then--]

Oh, God, did this thing turn o--

[CLICK.]

[ooc; Neil is affected by Hot or Not? today 8)]

Tags: curse [affected], grab bag weekend, hot or not?, omg omg omg, subtlety fail

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30 June 2011 @ 04:42 pm

♕ |[66]| Gentleman, what are the four pillars?

I do think it's funny that our parents act like this is some kind of break. I'm on the soccer team at school, I'm on the soccer team here; I get up early at school, I get up early here; swim in the lake at school... you get the idea. But it's not so bad. It beats summer school, anyway. Not that that's saying much.

[ Private to Todd | easily hackable ]

I have the book with me, think we could sneak off after the campfire and all?

[ooc; ....impromptu Dead Poets meeting in the woods, anyone? :D]

Tags: camp anawanna, carpe diem, curse [affected], dead poets society: city chapter, idk my bff todd, in love with life, poetry

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18 June 2011 @ 10:18 pm

♕ |[65]| Some are plain lucky-- we ourselves among them

I'm always glad to see this, but it's a doubly welcome change from the past week. I didn't really try to leave the City while it was... moving, I suppose you could say, but from everything I read and saw on the Network it didn't seem like the other worlds were any safer than the City.

It makes me wish I'd had a chance to finish my story, for the collection Rosella was talking about... At least then I'd have something interesting to share with you all, instead of just a greeting.

But as it is, that's all I have to offer. Welcome to the City, or welcome back.

[ooc; please imagine this was posted earlier /)_- as ever: Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly!]

Tags: all's well that ends well, curse [affected], fourth wall destruction, in love with life, stories of the city

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29 May 2011 @ 10:35 am

♕ |[64]| through me to some me not yet there who i suppose is you

The first time the City turned me into someone I wasn't-- still me, but a me who isn't and never could be real-- was a few months, I guess, after I first came here. I hadn't realized before then what that could be like. Believing a whole other lifetime. I remember I acted like an ass afterward. I was embarrassed about being cursed, I guess, or about being cursed and thinking I wasn't cursed. And though I didn't like to say it-- I still don't, to tell you the truth-- I was kind of jealous of my other self. The curse itself was almost nice; it was the aftermath that stung.

I've been thinking about it a lot since it happened again this month-- once to me, and to other people as well, though not necessarily the same way. I've been in the City for two years now-- it was two years in April-- and this time, it didn't bother me nearly as much. Maybe that's because I didn't feel the loss as keenly; or maybe I'm just getting used to the City, to waking up and not knowing who I am. In any case curses don't last forever. ~~No troubles do; if I'd understood that, I guess I wouldn't be here now.~~

I don't mean to say we should or could just brush things aside like they don't matter... I just hope no one's been hurt too badly, with everything that's happened. ~~Those last few, especially.~~

The weather's been beautiful, and I think the City's as normal as it ever is. ~~That won't last, either, of course, which is a shame; but maybe it's better not to think about it.~~ I think I'll walk in the park today.

Tags: attempted zen, carpe diem, curse [after], in love with life, on an upswing

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15 May 2011 @ 03:39 pm

♕ |[63]| Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me

[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO;]

[The device catches the tail end of a conversation-- one which wouldn't seem out of place, if certain doctors weren't indisposed.]

--sides, we always see an increase in admissions on these weekends.

[Whatever is said in answer isn't audible. Dr. Perry sighs softly.]

Just keep him stable until midnight, what else can we do?

[Click.]

|[ooc; Comments from

dr_doppelganger.]|

Tags: curse [affected], father knows best, grab bag weekend, paging doctor perry, quiet desperation, still not wilson, the road not taken

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16 April 2011 @ 04:34 pm

♕ |[62]| Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Ever since I read that I can't help thinking of it in April. I don't think I agree. Maybe April's cruel here-- any month can be, in the City-- but I don't think it's because the world's waking up. I like that about spring; it feels like everything's been bare and cold forever, I like when that comes to an end. It's not that winter isn't beautiful... It can be. The snow and ice, keeping everything covered and pristine... It's sort of sad, though. ~~Maybe just for me. For us.~~

The poem's much longer, that's just the first little part of it. It's nice... It's strange, and sad I think, but I like it.

~~Maybe April will take a turn for the better.~~

Tags: attempted zen, carpe diem, poetry, riverrun, t.s. eliot

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05 April 2011 @ 07:03 pm

♕ |[61]| And not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived

NEIL PERRY

"And so good night unto you all..."

1942-1959 -- 2009-2011

[ooc; posted without his knowledge! /edits to add title & tags]

Tags: curse [affected], dolorem ipsum, ghosts and graves, plan your epitaph

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27 February 2011 @ 10:11 am

♕ |[60]| and strangely happy with myself

I won't waste time, since these never last long enough to spend as much time as i'd like with all the people who've come to visit.

Who's here? Death, Life? Justin? Charlie? Anyone from home? Anyone I haven't met yet? I'm always glad for the company. Not that the City's boring, it never is, but you can never meet enough new people, I think!

[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! Hit me, bb!]

Tags: brevity is the soul of overexcitement, carpe diem, curse [affected], fourth wall destruction, in love with life, omg omg omg, on an upswing, there swells and jets a heart

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16 February 2011 @ 07:49 am

♕ |[59]| For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love

I'm glad you're with me.

[ooc; replies laaater but I wanted to get this up! <3]

Tags: #5wordsaftersex, carpe diem, idk my bff todd, in love with life, on an upswing, shortest entry ever, subtlety fail

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26 January 2011 @ 12:21 pm

♕ |[58]| wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking

[VIDEO;]

[The picture shakes and blurs a little as the camera is set on a windowsill, pointing out at... well, nothing in particular. Just the falling snow. And once it settles into place, he starts to speak.]

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind’s masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

[ooc; tags will be delayed after ~3 pm ;_; but i backtag foreverr!]

Tags: attempted zen, in love with life, poetry, ralph waldo emerson

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15 January 2011 @ 05:45 pm

♕ |[57]| she smoothes her hair with automatic hand

[Accidental Video]

[There is a girl on your screen. She's not doing anything particularly interesting. With her chin propped up on a hand, she's reading a book, looking a little bit cross. She's wearing a collared white shirt, too big in some places and too small in others, the wrinkled sleeves rolled up to the elbow. And she's sitting at a counter in a dim space in what's probably a store, judging by the vague shapes of shelves in the background.

Those who frequent it might recognize the shop as a certain second-hand bookstore. Whether that's enough information to work out why the young lady looks so annoyed, though, is a different matter...]

[ooc; backdated to earlier today, replies from

girls_at_welton ♥ open to action in the store, too!]

Tags: curse [affected], gender switch, grab bag weekend, nelle perry, on a downswing, this is why we can't have nice things, wait what

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30 December 2010 @ 05:02 pm

♕ |[56]| the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

New Year's is a funny holiday to celebrate, here, since I think really the only reason there's a year or a month even is through consensus. Because everyone says there's no one in the City except people who were brought here, and without people there wouldn't be any time. Or at least, no measuring time. But time does pass, the seasons change, so I guess the year does too.

I suppose I should be thinking about what plays we should do next. I don't really want to make resolutions, I don't think I've changed my philosophy any so I'd resolve to do the same thing I always mean to do.

I hope the New Year has more good days than bad ones, I think that's all I can really say.

Tags: absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, another year over, attempted zen, carpe diem, justin, sekrit angst is not so sekrit akshully

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22 December 2010 @ 10:26 am

♕ |[55]| two blushing pilgrims ready stand

[Even if he had noticed today's curse-- which he hasn't, not yet-- Neil would still be out and about, because really it isn't so bad to have a little Christmas cheer and a peck on the cheek is hardly the end of the world. But Neil hasn't been a victim yet, as he leaves his building and heads for the bookstore, and he's too preoccupied and sulky to notice much of what's going on around him.

Neil's not looking particularly festive, because black and blue aren't Christmas colors. He's got some visible, impressive bruises on his face and collarbone, and the fact that he's walking a bit gingerly suggests he's not much better from the neck down. There's an as-yet unnoticed spot of blood (else he'd have taken care of it) on the collar of his jacket. He's not badly hurt enough to beg off work, though, so he's bravely soldiering onward.]

[ooc; feel free to run into Neil just about anywhere- on his way to work, at the bookstore, his way home tonight. i am easy. also, he got trampled yesterday~ so be gentle ;3]

Tags: [plot] unicorn attacks, curse [affected], on a downswing, sekrit angst is not so sekrit akshully, this is why we can't have nice things, two mistletoe'd

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29 November 2010 @ 08:20 am

♕ |[54]| if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?

I was just thinking to myself, how strange it is that November's nearly over, how quickly time passes some months. Usually the nice ones go faster than the awful ones, and I guess for me at least November's been pretty much one of the nice ones.

And then, this is one of my favorite things to wake up to. I'm glad to see you all, always, though I wish you could've come a few weeks ago to see the last play! I feel like I always end up having it just a little too early...

[ooc; Neil's faaavorite curse. please no other Neils, there's really nothing to spoil, I'd prefer no outright LOL U DON'T EXISTs but he's pretty resilient so, have fun. <3 EDIT: sleep needs to happen, back inna morn! Troll boldly, my darlings!]

Tags: curse [affected], fourth wall destruction, in love with life

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03 November 2010 @ 08:29 am

♕ |[53]| The play's the thing

Well... it looks like today's clear, so... Let's do the dress-rehearsal tonight, everyone? If that's all right... I know it's a little sudden, but with the curses...

And, as long as there isn't a curse... The performance of The Importance of Being Earnest will be this Friday, at seven p.m.!

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Tags: acting, the importance of being earnest

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22 October 2010 @ 06:38 pm

♕ |[52]| For when dreams go, life is a barren field, frozen with snow

There’s a little light coming in through the windows; it’s soft and muffled, moonbeams and streetlamps reflecting off the snow. That’s still falling, in fat, fluffy flakes; it’s piling against the side of the house, covering the bare branches of trees outside. If you press your hand against the glass you can feel how cold it is. It’s all right in here-- not cold, but not really warm, either; it’s indifferent, if a room can be indifferent. The walls without windows are lined with bookshelves, heavy with leather-backed tomes, though the light’s too dim to make out titles. There are a few rich-looking chairs, but if you try them they’re not terribly comfortable.

The door is unlocked, but should you try to open it there’s... nothing. Just a hollow darkness, with no floor should you slide a foot out onto it. This isn’t a way out. So there’s just the empty room; the chairs and the big desk, and the wall behind it, spattered with something dark and faintly gleaming.

[ooc; open to all! different threads will be treated as different instances, unless otherwise arranged. be aware that all threads may deal with disturbing themes :( may be slow, will always backdate]

Tags: curse [affected], dream vortex, ghosts and graves, nightmare vortex, on a downswing, this is why we can't have nice things

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02 October 2010 @ 09:51 pm

♕ |[51]| Like the wings of a thousand butterflies

[VOICE;]

[After a long pause, sounding rather tired...]

...We'll have to recast Lady Bracknell.

[click.]

[ooc; sad neil is sad ;_;]

Tags: acting, do not want, on a downswing, riverrun, sekrit angst is not so sekrit akshully, shortest entry ever, the importance of being earnest, yuuko

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28 September 2010 @ 08:18 pm

♕ |[50]| All the Cataracts Of Heav'n set open on the Earth shall powre

I don't know what's coming, or really what to expect, but I think everyone's right in what they've said-- that it's better to try and be prepared, even if you end up not needing to be, than not.

So, for the next few days at least all rehearsals we've scheduled are canceled-- if you still want to meet to work on lines, that's fine, but I don't want people having to make the choice between that and getting ready for the storm, whatever that might be.

And...

Well, good luck I suppose.

[ooc; ...as a side note AFAIK we don't have a player character for Merriman, yet, so feel free to hit up the play post or me on AIM or something if you're interested ;D otherwise I'm going to assume it's NPC'd <3 Will try not to be too sporadic on tags, sobbb.]

Tags: [plot] poly's ark, acting, do not want, on a downswing, the importance of being earnest

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22 September 2010 @ 11:10 pm

♕ |[49]| The play of shine and shade on the trees

lkghkfhfgd

Tags: curse [affected], rabbit day

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09 September 2010 @ 03:08 pm

♕ |[48]| The poem is drawn out from under the feet of the poet

Curses like the long one last month are always interesting-- like playing a role written just for me, being someone I'm not but who I might have been. I didn't really mind this one-- I know sometimes those get bad, for some people, but well, school is just school, how bad can it be?

It was strange, though; imagining things were so different than they are. What life would be like if I'd had a twin brother, if I'd been at a different school, if... well. Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about is what I did, because everyone knows what happens during curses isn't always real, this is important to me and I think I'd rather give up the secret than have people think it didn't mean anything. Sometimes secrets are meant to be shared.

There is a Dead Poets Society.

I almost wrote there was, but really I think because of the nature of the Society, it can't really cease to exist. Not all the Dead Poets are dead, but the poets who are dead are still Dead Poets. Here, especially; I mean, there's no reason to think Henry David Thoreau couldn't walk into the bookstore tomorrow afternoon. So even if there weren't any meetings after... everything happened, at home, there'd still be a Society; and maybe someday someone will share the secret again like Mr. Keating did with us. And even if they don't, even if no one ever talks about it again... it's just a name and a structure to something that's always been there. There will always be Poets, because the human race will always be filled with passion. And so, there will be members, even if they don't know the words for it.

I'm not sure this makes any sense, to anyone who wasn't there. But I wanted to say it.

Some of you are Dead Poets, and some of you don't know that you are. But I hope you're all making the most of it, whoever you might be.

Anyway.

I need one more actor from you, City! Our cast for The Importance of Being Earnest is just one person short of being full-- but right now, we've no one playing Merriman. So, if there's anyone who'd like to try their hand at acting, we'd love to have you. Even if you've never been in a play before! We're happy to have newcomers.

And... Everyone else in the play-- we'll have to start full rehearsals soon, what days work best for you? I do hope you've started working on your lines?

[ooc; play post here! also, as always, please no fourth-walling the Society. XD responses may be late after 5 east-coast time.]

Tags: acting, attempted zen, back to school you fool, carpe diem, curse [after], dead poets society: city chapter, in love with life, poetry, secret societies are secret, the importance of being earnest, there swells and jets a heart

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25 August 2010 @ 02:10 pm

♕ |[47]| We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey

[Anonymous Voice Post is Anonymous!]

[There's a pause before he begins speaking in a stage whisper theoretically designed to disguise his voice. If you know him (or his brother, for that matter,) it might be obvious; but really, it's for effect. Don't stifle his flair for the dramatic okay.]

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.

We of the Dead Poets believe that, although our academic pursuits are a matter of great importance, such work is not what we live for; poetry, passion, the appreciation of beauty, are what keep us from being bound to lives of quiet desperation.

So tell me, gentlemen, ladies-- can you keep a secret?

[In addition, one might find here and there random bits of poetry-- mostly of the Romantic era-- chalked unobtrusively on walls and sidewalks, occasionally 'signed' with the initials DPS, or the words Dead Poets Society.

Any student of any school who expresses interest in this post-- anyone he can identify, anyway-- will be slipped a piece of paper at some point with a few lines of Coleridge and a time tomorrow evening written on it.]

[ooc; All replies will be text or the same 'anonymous' whisper >3 Neil's AU bio is over hyar, along with all my others. ^_^ a-as always please don't fourth-wall the Dead Poets :X Todd will be posting re: the meeting tomorrow!]

Tags: back to school you fool, carpe diem, club recruitment, curse [affected], dead poets society: city chapter, idk my bff todd, in love with life, neil and james leonard, omg omg omg, on an upswing, poetry, secret societies are secret, still not wilson

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19 August 2010 @ 02:59 pm

♛ | City Players; The Importance of Being Earnest

CAST

John Worthing, J.P.
☞ Neil Perry
Algernon Moncrieff
☞ Cain Hargreaves
Rev. Canon Chasuble, D.D.
☞ Alester Siddons
Merriman, Butler

Lane, Manservant
☞ Justin Pendleton
Lady Bracknell

Hon. Gwendolen Fairfax
☞ Rosella
Cecily Cardew
☞ Jo Harvelle
Miss Prism, Governess
☞ Euphemia li Britannia

CREW

☞ Xander Harris
☞ Cinna
☞ Billy Kaplan
☞ Anthony Rutherford

[ALL ROLES NOT EXPRESSLY TAKEN ASSUMED TO BE FILLED BY NPCS. ]

The Importance of Being Earnest - Script

Tags: [playbill], acting, ooc, the importance of being earnest

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18 August 2010 @ 08:49 pm

♕ |[46]| The poems made on their chivalric bones

[Slipped between the pages of Todd's current poetry notebook]

I almost wonder if it's too soon, after everything last month... if that's even over, I know they never found... well. Maybe we should just be grateful for the time we have, after all, this is what passes for a quiet month so far.

Who knows how long that will last.

With everything that went on last month I'm afraid I've gotten rather behind on trying to recruit for our next play... But I suppose there's no time like the present to pick up where we left off. For anyone who hadn't heard about it, or who wasn't here last time I spoke about it-- We'll be putting on a production of Oscar Wilde's

The Importance of Being Earnest.

Right now, we haven't quite sorted out the roles but we have Rosella, Cain, and myself; and I believe Justin was going to help out as crew. But! As you can see, that means we're still in need of more, both on stage and backstage. Anyone's welcome who'd like to take part-- whether you've ever been in a play or not, we're happy to have you, so just... let me know!

[ooc; may be a bit sporadic tagging but I will do my best <3]

Tags: acting, attempted zen, carpe diem, idk my bff todd, in love with life, omg omg omg, poetry, the importance of being earnest, there swells and jets a heart

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18 July 2010 @ 08:58 pm

♕ |[45]| The mystery which binds me still;

I was just... wondering...

I know there are a lot of curses going on this weekend, but-- has anyone heard from Justin Pendleton? I know that on Friday he was out in the Graveyard, digging... and I haven't heard from him since that evening. There were other people looking, too, weren't there? Are they okay?

Tags: [plot] graveyard explorations, curse [unaffected], ghosts and graves, grab bag weekend, justin, there swells and jets a heart

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10 July 2010 @ 12:15 pm

♕ |[44]| The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them

This is kind of a nice surprise to wake up to! I certainly wasn't expecting it-- I mean I've never expected it, but the last few times this happened it fell on a holiday, didn't it? I'm glad, though; even if it gets a little strange I like having a chance to see the friends I've made from outside the City. You know, if I had warning I would schedule a play for one of these... influxes, so you could come see. Oh well.

And, oh, Claire-- I keep meaning to call, and forgetting, but thank you!

[ooc; as ever: please no other Neils, please try not to break his brain about not existing, but otherwise HAVE AT YOU. <3]

Tags: carpe diem, fourth wall destruction, in love with life, on an upswing, still not wilson

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01 July 2010 @ 05:53 pm

♕ |[43]| and I grew up fostered alike by beauty and by fear

Well, I missed the last one, I hope that will do.

Anyway. More importantly! Thanks to Rosella's tireless efforts in coaxing the Library to cooperate, we've got our next play decided upon:

The Importance of Being Earnest, by Oscar Wilde

If anyone's interested in joining the cast-- anyone from before or anyone new, first-time actors are always welcome!-- please let me know, and try to get a hold of a copy of the book. We've got a couple in the shop and there are likely more in the Library. It isn't very long at all and I think you'll enjoy it. Once I've got a better idea of how many people we have to work with we can set a time for auditions and rehearsals and all of that, and figure out when to schedule the performance for-- but it's much smaller than Midsummer so, I can't imagine we'll need more than a month or two. ~~Probably.~~

And well, that's all I have to write about for now. I hope you'll join us; or at least, that you'll come and see it when we perform!

[ooc; sjfds will make an OOC organization post for the play eventually <3 link is just there for your reference.]

Tags: acting, attempted zen, on growth, one word exams, rosella, the importance of being earnest, there swells and jets a heart

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20 June 2010 @ 06:56 pm

♕ |[42]| Methought I heard one calling, Child! And I replied, My Lord.

[VOICE;]

[No preamble, just a deep breath, and then...]

[There's another moment's pause, as though he's going to say something else, before Neil thinks the better of it and cuts off the recording with a click.]

Tags: curse [unaffected], daddy issues much, father's day, if only i could, poetry, sekrit angst is not so sekrit akshully, teenage rebellion

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14 June 2010 @ 07:18 pm

♕ |[41]|

Reading pirate stories, I always wondered exactly what grog was. I think it's safe to say, it's pretty unpleasant. Um. I'd apologize for whatever I did this weekend but honestly, I don't think we were very effective pirates.

~~Only a few more days til my deal ends.~~

Tags: attempted zen, curse [after], dolorem ipsum, one word exams, really bad eggs, there swells and jets a heart, under the sea

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13 June 2010 @ 12:14 am

♛ | Under The Sea: WANTED, for crimes against the City

[These Wanted Posters have been popping up, though no one's quite sure where they came from or who's put forth this bounty.]

[Continuing the bold tales of the fiercest nonexistant pirates the City has never known, Neil, Rosella and Todd will be swashbuckling their way about the seas of the City tomorrow. Feel free to try and catch them... if you dare... but be forewarned; great pirates (even nonexistant ones) become great pirates by never getting caught.]

Tags: curse [affected], ooc, peg-fist jack, really bad eggs, under the sea, yeah we might be on crack here

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04 June 2010 @ 03:33 pm

♕ |[40]|

It's a beautiful day, City. Make the most of it.

I need your advice. I'm looking for something to read, something that isn't poetry. ~~Knowing I can't just makes me want to read more!~~ Anything, really. Novels or essays or, I don't even know, so long as you like it.

Call it a change in perspective.

~~There are a hundred thousand lines that'd suit today and I can't remember one. Still. It's a small price to pay.~~

Tags: carpe diem, castor and pollux, in love with life, on an upswing, poetry withdrawal, there swells and jets a heart, wishing upon stars, yvaine

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02 June 2010 @ 11:38 am

♕ |[39]| And pay meet adoration to my household gods

|[Private to the Deities]|

~~Well, this would be the place to start.~~

If one of you has the time, I'd like to talk to you about a deal we made, a while ago. Thank you.

---

|[Private to Yvaine | Separate, later in the day]|

All right. It's done, or at least, it will be at midnight tonight. I didn't have to give up anything I can't live without for a while at least. So whenever and wherever you'd like me to meet you...

...I can't tell you how much this means to me.

Tags: castor and pollux, if only i could, on an upswing, there swells and jets a heart

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28 May 2010 @ 06:20 pm

♕ |[38]| A perception full of wind, flight, curve, sound:

Floating isn't very much like flying. At least, not flying the way a bird flies, though it's very much the way I fly in my dreams. Like stepping up onto something that isn't there and not stopping. And seeing the room from above, laying on the ceiling, isn't much like looking down from the top of a desk. Even less like looking down by looking up, standing upside down.

I didn't much like that, but I think it's the experience that counts, looking at things from a new perspective. Not whether you prefer that perspective. As long as I was right-side up I enjoyed floating... the same way I enjoyed flying, when I was a bird... but I don't mind keeping my feet on the ground, overall.

Tags: a wish for wings that work, anti-gravity day, attempted zen, carpe diem, curse [after], in love with life, on an upswing

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16 May 2010 @ 08:20 pm

♕ |[37]| He became a little child

I won't pretend to understand what any of this meant. I think I've made sense of some of it, but the reasons are as unimaginable as ever. I hope everyone's okay now. At least, from what I heard it sounded like most of them were. ~~Coming back. I don't know, is there a way to put that nicely?~~

I wasn't cursed this weekend, not this month, which... is probably for the best, all things considered.

It's been a while since I said anything worth interest on this thing, hasn't it? I should try to work on that.

Todd is--

Well, I guess I don't have to say anything about it, unless anyone asks. It's just a curse.

[edit; sleep summons, back to you dearlings tomorrow <3]

Tags: curse [unaffected], grab bag weekend, idk my bff todd, plot: the shepherdess, riverrun

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18 April 2010 @ 07:54 pm

♕ |[36]| And he unrolled his feathers and rowed him softly home

[VIDEO / OPEN ACTION]

[With some scratching and fluttering the device is switched on to show... a bird! rather precariously perched on the edge of a desk.

He doesn't say anything, just spreads and flutters his wings before resettling and regaining his balance. He pauses there for a moment, chirps, and then leaps airward and heads for the open window.]

[ooc; Open for random action as he flies around, or i guess video responses later, but he can't talk much <333 so action's prolly more interesting. :D alsopleasepretendthiswasearlier <3]

Tags: a wish for wings that work, curse [affected], grab bag weekend, neil the darling starling, on an upswing, safari day

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07 April 2010 @ 10:26 pm

♕ |[35]| The picture alive, every part in its best light

I think this is a pretty nice curse; I've seen some pictures I recognize, and some with people I recognize, and I guess as long as there's nothing too bad out there you might as well enjoy it. I mean, with how long some people have been here-- and since some people can't leave-- it's nice to have that reminder I think.

I am a little confused by this one, though.

That's not me-- I mean, I know that sometimes there are a lot of people here who look like me, but that almost seems like it could have been. In a play or something I mean.

Strange.

Anyway I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as they can... I'm trying to keep track of ones with people I know, in case they'd like to keep them. If anyone finds pictures of mine-- if you can tell-- I would like to see them.

[Private to Billy;]

I'm pretty sure this is yours-- I wasn't sure you'd want it anywhere where everyone could see, so. Yeah.

[ooc; here are Neil's pictures if you'd like to find; if there's anything you want him to see feel free to pooke me.

EDIT; must be off, more tomorrow bbz <3]

Tags: all i've got is a photograph, april showers, attempted zen, curse [affected], in love with life, still not wilson, wait what

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06 April 2010 @ 04:12 am

♛ | April Showers Curse: reference

♕ Spring Rain;

[All above pictures open to be found by anyone who would like to, no limitations. Feel free to use this post to plot / ask questions / whatever :3]

Tags: april showers, ooc

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31 March 2010 @ 11:10 pm

♕ |[34]| Does thou know who made thee?

I guess killing sheep for their blood isn't all that different from killing sheep, or cows, or anything else to eat them; but somehow it seems like a bigger deal. Maybe because most people don't have to do it themselves to get meat, and it's one of those things where not thinking about it makes it easier to go on with your life.

I couldn't do it, I'm glad that some people are able to. For my own sake and for everyone else who can't. Or wouldn't.

Anyway, I'm not exactly sure what we're supposed to be protecting ourselves from, but if it really works I guess it's worth while. ~~An only child counts as first born, after all. But that sounds selfish, putting it that way.~~

I'll be glad when this is over.

Tags: [plot] the plagues of poly, curse [affected], do not want, idk my bff todd, justin saves the day, passover

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15 March 2010 @ 09:08 pm

♕ |[33]| O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!

[Audio; filtered away from Billy and Todd]

[He sounds a little shaky. Good luck getting him to explain that, he won't.]

I-is there... Can I stay with someone tonight?

[ooc; after this, which is still in progress. XD also brb inna few~ <3]

Tags: curse [affected], ides of march, idk my bff todd, on a downswing, this is why we can't have nice things

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