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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 16:39:22 GMT -5
*Will managed to stagger both of them up to the front door of Madame Dahlia's. He turned to Richard, still propped up on his shoulder.*
"I'm afraid you'll have to do the honors, being the solid one."
*He looked to the doorknob.*
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 16:41:51 GMT -5
"You wanna?" Richard slurred.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 16:45:49 GMT -5
This is a horrible idea.
*Will rolled his eyes before turning back to Richard and speaking with sharply annunciated words.*
"Open the door, sir. I can't do it."
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 16:46:57 GMT -5
"You wanna do it? I've got the stuff..."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 16:48:33 GMT -5
*Will looked to him confused.*
"Stuff, sire?"
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 16:50:17 GMT -5
"Makes you solid, like."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 16:52:25 GMT -5
*Will's confusion did not lessen.*
"What stuff makes you solid?"
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 16:53:48 GMT -5
((Richard's supply of the stuff is apparently endless.))
Richard reached into a pocket and pulled out a vial.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 16:55:19 GMT -5
*Will took the vial and held it questioningly in front of Richard.*
"This what? Makes the dead solid again?"
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 16:57:04 GMT -5
"Sort of. For fourty-eight hooooooours, 'way."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 17:01:56 GMT -5
*Will knew he should be cautious, there were undoubtedly strings attached. He'd written enough plays to know there always were. But what the hell, it's not like it was going to kill him. He uncorked it and downed it without a second thought. And then he coughed and wretched. It was foul. But...he noticed his hand, less translucent. A huge grin crossed his face. He looked once to Richard, and shoved the door open wide. He boisterous voice carried well.*
"Good evening! My friend and I are in desperate need of some companionship."
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Post by Richard on May 13, 2007 17:58:32 GMT -5
Richard stumbled in afterward and waved almost childishly.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 13, 2007 18:58:34 GMT -5
((Too bad, guys- our only remaining hooker is dying of syphillus.))
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 13, 2007 19:00:27 GMT -5
*The reaction was less than Will expected. Apparently this was not a bawdy house, but something more refined. More complicated. They were approached a young woman who curtsied with a bowed head. Her voice was gentle.*
"Are you here for someone in particular? Might I serve you something during your wait?"
*Will looked at Richard and back to her.*
"Umm...no, I think he's had enough. I think we'll just have a seat by the fire."
*She nodded and gestured for them to sit. Will helped Richard to a chair and took one himself. The young woman followed, her expression expectant. Will finally caught on.*
"Oh no...no one in particular. My friend..."
*He gestured to Richard.*
"...he's been having a very tough time of things. He was looking for some solace."
*Will eyed her wolfishly.*
"I on the other hand, am just looking for a good time."
*The girl looked to him and curtsied again.*
"Of course, sir. I will see if I can find a proper match for you both."
*She heads of to the door that leads to the hall.*
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Post by Richard on May 14, 2007 14:50:04 GMT -5
Richard looked at Will, a little anxiously.
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