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Nov 28, 2007 2:00:51 GMT -5
Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Nov 28, 2007 2:00:51 GMT -5
Statler: "Ha, hehe, if all the people left who'd we have left to heckle, except for you stiffy." Waldorf leaned over and whispered in to Statlers ear something about 'children reading' and 'shouldn't make such references'
Waldorf: "We've been stuffed and re-stuffed a million times over the years, we have no idea what's in us."
Statler: "Might as well be insulation"
Waldorf: "Why's that?"
Statler: "Since we've been hot heads for 50 years!" Waldorf shook his head.
Waldorf: "That was bad."
Statler: "I know old man, I know."
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Walter
- Masterful Virgin -
I don't give a damn
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Box Two
Nov 28, 2007 2:03:23 GMT -5
Post by Walter on Nov 28, 2007 2:03:23 GMT -5
"I knew it, just being around you is making my skin all dry and ichy. But hey, the last time I asked for lotion we got detained. Course the same thing happened when I tried to tell a joke to a police officer... no sense of humor, none at all."
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Box Two
Nov 28, 2007 2:05:08 GMT -5
Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Nov 28, 2007 2:05:08 GMT -5
The two hecklers scooted over closer to Walter.
Waldorf: "We live you Grandmother Willow"
Statler: "You can stay in our box as long as you don't rot."
Waldorf: "Yea then you'll stink as bad as this opera!"
BOTH: D'OHHOHOHOHO.
They both realized this to be the begining of the meanest rudest friendship ever seen by the puppet kingdom.
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Box Two
Apr 22, 2009 17:30:41 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2009 17:30:41 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Valmont reclined with rather poor posture (not without its own sort of grace) in one of the armchairs. He'd been expecting some company in the box that night--if his companion(s) of the evening did not show by the second intermission (he himself hadn't arrived until the first), he would go.
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Box Two
Apr 22, 2009 20:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 22, 2009 20:09:02 GMT -5
The was the faint snick of the door hatch behind him, but it wasn't his company- or at least, it wasn't his expected company. Instead it was Mercutio, in the proper uniform with the drink tray on his arm and an expression somewhere between resignation and utter boredom. "CanIgetyouadrink sir," he drawled, not without the slightest air of a practiced line- oh, for he'd been scolded last time when he'd dropped the tray, not by the owners but by another waiter who hadn't found it as amusing as Mercutio had, and he'd been told exactly what to say.
He didn't recognize Valmont upon first entering. All wigs looked the same to Mercutio from behind.
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Box Two
Apr 22, 2009 22:25:27 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2009 22:25:27 GMT -5
But there was something familiar about the voice, and Valmont threw one leg over the side of the armchair as his head appeared around the other side, cocking an eyebrow.
Oh. Him.
"My my," he drawled, and he'd had a lot of practice at that particular inflection. This would be entertaining, after all.
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 6:57:11 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 23, 2009 6:57:11 GMT -5
Mercutio paused, briefly distracted by the somewhat bizarre appearence of a leg over one side of the chair and a face around the other. His eyebrows rose, then the corners of his mouth followed, curling into a smile. "What interesting people I run into when the regular's not here."
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 9:57:41 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2009 9:57:41 GMT -5
"I could say the same," Valmont, though it amused him that technically he didn't. "My god. Are you a waiter?"
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 16:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 23, 2009 16:14:36 GMT -5
"Stagehand," Mercutio corrected, bouncing the tray idly against his thigh. "Some bastard's decided I look good in uniform, 'cos they keep making me fill in for the usual one."
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 19:58:31 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2009 19:58:31 GMT -5
Valmont's eyes trailed rather obviously up and down Mercutio's frame. Though the statement was obviously flippant, he didn't look bad. And it amused Valmont--both the thought of Mercutio, who had been so disrespectful of him, being made to wear a uniform and the idea of him as a stagehand to begin with.
"The standards here certainly have slipped, haven't they?" he remarked idly, his own posture hardly an endorsement of his own quality--which, of course, he was assured of in every particular and so cared little to demonstrate.
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 20:18:32 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 23, 2009 20:18:32 GMT -5
Well, that up-and-down was rather obvious. Not that Mercutio hadn't invited it with his choice of words- oh, he had- but he'd pegged Valmont from the start as the subtle sort.
He snorted. "You get me here, sir, right here," he said, spreading his hand, fingers splayed, over his heart. "Don't be stodgy. I slipped in with the respectable folk and they haven't caught me yet."
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Box Two
Apr 23, 2009 20:43:56 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2009 20:43:56 GMT -5
Valmont could be, and frequently was, subtle. But he was also unbound by many of the social niceties, especially those designed to make people feel comfortable in social situations, and he wasn't ashamed of what he was. And so a searching, obvious look entertained him, both for what he saw and what others saw in him. The fact that people could be so easily put on edge invited it.
"You are right," he said. "I can find little to fault in that. And how has it benefited you? Snagged any wigs lately? Slipped between a young maid and her chaperone?"
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Box Two
Apr 24, 2009 5:18:03 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 24, 2009 5:18:03 GMT -5
The hand over his heart came up in a dismissive wave, as Mercutio smirked. "This is the opera. No one has chaperones. I must admit, though, either it's that I've sworn off wigs altogether, or that now I'm only used to the best- for I've had not the slightest inclination to wear one."
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Apr 24, 2009 9:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on Apr 24, 2009 9:29:06 GMT -5
"It wouldn't suit you," Valmont said, a little backhandedly cruelly for who wanted a red-haired wig? and what was to be done about the eyebrows? As to chaperones, perhaps things had changed, but in Valmont's day a young woman was never allowed out in public--or private--without someone watching out for her. A young woman of any quality, that is.
"But you must have piquant observations about your betters to regale me with," Valmont prodded.
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Box Two
Apr 24, 2009 19:03:52 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Apr 24, 2009 19:03:52 GMT -5
"Correct." Mercutio didn't take as an insult. He had no particular desire to be the sort who were suited to wigs. "But Valmont- " Ginger eyebrows rose high as Mercutio gave him a wide-eyed expression of innocence, lips forming a faint o- "Gossip's a sin."
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