Neil Perry
19 March 2019 @ 09:50 pm


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Neil Perry
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.


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Neil Perry
17 March 2019 @ 05:09 pm



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.

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Neil Perry
[ Voice ]

[There's a moment of silence when the transmission starts; a slight tremor to Neil's first words. There are some things you can never quite be ready to say, no matter how long you prepare.

Goodbye, he thinks, is the worst.]


If we shadows--

[And he draws a sharp, unsteady breath.]

No, that's not it. I thought that was the right way to go, but. It's an ending-- a good ending, a hopeful ending, but I don't want to think of this like that. I still remember when I came here, the first people I spoke with, the first things I said, and maybe that's a better note to leave on.

[There's an awkwardly long pause, a rustle of paper (an old and familiar and well-loved book, the book in whose pages he first read these words), and then (in a clear voice, steady now and sure and impassioned:)]

Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset.

[Another pause, and a deep, even breath, hitting his stride.]

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


[Another pause, and the gentle, dusty thump of a well-worn book being shut.]

I won't forget any of this. Five years I couldn't have imagined, and-- [His breath catches.]

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'll miss it. All of you.

Thank you, City, for all of it.

[And so goodnight unto you all.]




[ooc; Neil and Todd will be in the Square today; they won't be going through a door until the absolute last moment this evening, in case anyone would rather do goodbyes in person. Feel free to threadjack as needed. Just wanted to get this up ;; It's been an honor and a pleasure.]

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Neil Perry
[VOICE]

I have to admit this door... makes me nervous. I know, that's selfish of me, because there are a lot of people here who want to go home and they don't deserve to be stuck, but I love living in the City. If everyone goes... well, I just worry. There are people who don't have anywhere else to go.

[People like him, but he doesn't want to say so. It's probably obvious, anyway.]

But--

[He tries to cheer his tone up a bit. It sounds a little forced, at first.]

I always like visitors, I'm glad you were able to come. Is there-- anyone here from home?

[He always kind of hopes. But he's happy to see anyone who wants to see him.]




[ooc; one final hurrah. please don't tell him he's not real; please no other neils. otherwise, go nuts, backdate until the end of days.]


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[It's not that Neil likes kissing strangers, exactly-- but he doesn't really mind. Usually. He doesn't think it counts for anything, in a curse, and he sort of likes the festivity and the tradition. And now and then he likes the chance to get away with things he wouldn't usually dare to do in public, but that's a whole other story.

He stops in a cafe for a cup of tea, first thing in the morning, before heading to the bookstore for the day; green sprigs sprout now and then from the ceiling, in between books on the shelves, and sometimes he pulls them down with a laugh, and other times he doesn't bother.

Later, he goes for a long lunch (because it's not as if people are breaking down the doors for used books, and keeping inscrutable hours is a tradition at Bilton & Scaggs,) and after the afternoon ship he meanders home, doubtless meeting up with Todd along the way.]


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Neil Perry
I'm relieved, honestly, that this curse still comes around, even with the Deities gone and everything different. Not that any of it is that different, really, but I've always liked getting visitors.

I've honestly lost count of how many times I've seen this come around-- it didn't used to last a whole weekend, did it? I'm glad people get to stay a little longer-- the ones who enjoy it, at least-- but it must be a bit inconvenient, finding somewhere to stay over, being away from home.

I hope you enjoy yourselves. Make the most of it. Carpe diem.


[ooc; please no duplicate Neils (other RSLs always welcome) and please don't explicitly tell him he's not real. Otherwise, whatevs, & I will backdate til the proverbial cows come home!]

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13 November 2013 @ 07:53 pm
[ Video ]

[Against a backdrop of book-lined shelves-- the shelves found at Bilton & Scaggs, not the shelves in his living room, though there's a distinct similarity between the two-- Neil Perry is sitting, looking a bit sheepish.]

The bookstore did well yesterday, which I'm glad about. Really! But...

[And now, he chews at his lip.]

I think... I must have been cursed, badly.

[And he holds up a sweet potato.

In each hand.

From the large pile behind the counter, just offscreen. Not that you can see it, but from the expression on his face you might well guess.]


Can someone tell me how you're supposed to cook them? Does anyone like them? I don't really mind sharing... There are sort of a lot left over...

[And setting his sweet potatoes back on the pile, he picks up the camera to show his profits from yesterday.

Indeed, there are sort of a lot.]


I suppose, [he says from off-frame, bemused,] if you're interested, just let me know.

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[ VIDEO ]

[It's dark. Not really true dark, because it's early in the morning and in fact the sun would be shining right through the windows onto Neil, except he's drawn the curtains close and turned off all the lights. There's only an eerie illumination from below, like a kid holding a flashlight under his face.

Because that's what it is.]


When I got up this morning I found this,

[Neil says, the picture lurching as he picks the camera up to turn it, to show the table in front of him. Several hundred small puzzle pieces are scattered there-- some showing their pallid backs, some their dark and indistinct faces. There's no picture, no box, in sight. Two edges and part of a third are assembled, stretching around the pile.

A single piece sits in the emptiest spot, notable because a single, wild eye is printed on it.

Neil's hand comes into the frame, pressing one of the pieces around the edge more firmly against its mate, before he whirls the camera around to his face again. Still lit by the flashlight. Shut up, he's mature.]


It must be a curse, but it's a strange one! It reminded me of a story though-- something from home. This is true, as strange as it sounds.

[There's a pause, and when he begins speaking again it's pretty obvious this is an old favorite, a well-practiced and oft-recited tale.]

It was a dark and rainy night, and this old lady, who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle.

[There's a pause for tension, and his eyes slide off the lens; he leans a little to the left, placing another puzzle piece in its proper spot.]

But as she pieced the puzzle together, she realized, to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room.

And the figure in the center of the puzzle, as she completed it, was herself.

[Another pause, a little longer, Neil's eyes widening as he glances out of frame. There's the slightest waver in his voice when he resumes.]

And with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window.

The last thing that this old lady ever heard was--

[THE SOUND OF BREAKING GLASS! Neil gasps as something shatters in the background, his attention snapping offscreen... and that, dear friends, is where the video cuts off.]


[ooc; for your listening pleasure, this is canon! :3 spooooky.]


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Neil Perry
11 August 2013 @ 07:19 pm
[VIDEO / ACTION]

[Really, how could any weekend of piracy be complete without a visit from the legendary Peg-Fist Jack and his vicious crew of miscreants?

He's set on the end of a pier, looking out into the sunset, a bottle of rum and a hefty pewter cup beside him. He's wearing a properly grandiose pirate hat, and a long-sleeved jacket which covers one hand.]

Ah, the sea... she weren't so crowded in my day.

[Neil-- that is, Jack, and the inexplicable (and thankfully temporary) peg-fist for which he's known-- will have been out and about all weekend, drinking and eating and whiling away his time in the bars down by the waterfront, or he'll have been found aboard his ship-- small, compared to some others, but fast and well-armed.

Fortunately, the crew is coming off a good season, and he's more inclined to seek entertainment than conflict. Feel free to hit him up at any point over the weekend, just about anywhere, if you are so inclined.]


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Neil Perry
06 July 2013 @ 06:24 pm
I'm not quite sure if this counts as things going back to normal, but I guess it's close enough to normal. It's almost a relief when we have Visitors' Days after the really bad curses-- I always wondered if that was a reward for getting through it, maybe, a way to keep us all from really going nuts.

I've never thought of myself as being stuck here, because... well, because it's home now, and I don't mind that... but I always like seeing old friends. And new ones.

So, welcome. I'm glad to see you all.

[ooc; please no duplicate neils (tho facedoubles are always welcome), and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME FOREVER]

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Neil Perry
I'm missing books. Not all of them, but enough of them that I can tell, though I'm not sure what all of them were. Not in the shop-- or maybe there too, but it's harder to tell-- but from our shelves at home.

I don't think it can be a curse, really, after the weekend, but I think maybe those things took them.

Is that crazy? I don't know anymore when something is, I think.

I really hope I get them back, though.

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Neil Perry
[ VOICE ]

[A familiar tone, a rather less familiar voice. Unless you remember the last time this happened. Or you knew him before his voice changed. But that's unfair. He never sounded quite this girly. Mostly.]

You know, I'm not sure I've ever seen this happen by itself-- the curse, I mean. I've seen it on the weekends when we have mixed curses-- I've been cursed before, even-- but being this widespread... I can't recall.

[Siiiigh.]

It's not terrible, it's just... uncomfortable, not being myself.


[ooc; open to action at the bookshop if you like. Replies from [personal profile] girls_at_welton <3]

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Neil Perry
16 April 2013 @ 10:36 pm
The air is yet a little chill, but the sun streams brightly enough to make up for it. This dream starts between the roots of a great tree-- too wide around for five men to circle it with their arms, and even half a dozen would have to stretch. Its branches start low, arching and splitting and reaching to claw the clear sky, as brilliantly blue as it ever has been. They're still largely bare, neither leaf nor bud, but the scent of life is in the air. The soil beneath your feet is dark and rich, a few bedraggled strands of half-dead grass interspersed with the shadows of branches.

A little distance away, where the sun streams unhindered, a riotous crowd of flowers is starting to rise. Crocuses of every color, the blinding green of new growth on low bushes, the heady scent of lilac. Daffodils stretch their yellow maws toward the sun. A hundred thousand other wildflowers creep along the withered grass and claw their way out of the earth, some seasonable and others not; some familiar, others strange. The further from the tree, the greater the quantity; soon enough your line-of-sight fails, blocked out by the rising curtain of wild color. There is, for all intents, nothing in the distance.

And now, perhaps, you might notice a splash of color on the tree. Hanging from a low branch is a crown of twigs and dry branches, twined with a rose vine which trails down to root in the earth. These flowers, too, are in luscious bloom; the petals are colored a pale green, their perfume delicate but oddly energizing.

The roots and branches, over here, are gently sloped and close together. If you squint, they almost form a staircase, winding its way up and around the tree...

[ooc; separate threads will be considered separate incidents with different people, unless otherwise arranged, and will pan out differently for everyone <3 No continuity expected and OPEN to ALL comers. Extremely backdating friendly!]

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Neil Perry
On second thought, I think I'll keep the store closed today-- the books aren't in the best mood, apparently, with this curse. A novel I was trying to shelve nearly took my finger. And I can't seem to tell which ones are safe and which aren't, until it's too late.

Which means, I guess, I've got an unexpected day off. What should I do with it?


[ooc; backdated to this morning! /)_-]

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Neil Perry
This is always my favorite curse to wake up to. These aren't as regular as the other weekends, but I guess it's about time you all came calling. I hadn't realized it'd been so long since the last.

If we haven't met yet, I'm Neil. Welcome to the City. It's kind of a strange place, but don't worry, most of you are probably only going to be visiting for a few days.

If we have met, I'm glad you've dropped by! I'll be at the bookstore most of the day, if you'd like to visit.


[ooc; please no duplicate neils (tho facedoubles are welcome), and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME FOREVER, I will be out much of today so expect some delays, darlings.]



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Neil Perry
[2:13] God, i just love slightly insecure guys with hearts of gold and giant penises.

[2:20] I didn't post that!

[2:21] I didn't write it at all!


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Neil Perry
[ VIDEO | Backdated to this afternoon ]

[The image is a bit dark and a little wobbly, but the focus is pretty obvious: an enormous bull, standing in the middle of a very narrow space lined with books. From offscreen, Neil narrates:]

I think he wandered in about an hour ago-- I heard the bell on the door and looked up and there he was.

[The bull turns his head towards the camera slowly, snorts, and goes back to nosing idly at the shelf.]

I'm calling him Ferdinand, maybe it'll be a good influence. But unless he gets tired and leaves, I'm not really sure what to do... I'd close up early but I don't want to leave him trapped here.

[Briefly, Neil turns the camera on himself, looking a bit perplexed.]

Does anyone have any ideas? Maybe we could... lure him out?

[ooc; posted during business hours at the bookstore ;3 Link is totally ooc and only there for your viewing pleasure. <3]

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Neil Perry
25 November 2012 @ 04:56 pm
I think I'm just glad that it's only the furniture that's edible; it's pretty harmless, though everything is kind of sticky. And fragile. I broke a leg off a chair-- not to eat it, I slipped on some icing on the floor and tried to catch myself on it. Though, since it's already broken...

Anyway. I can't believe we're past Thanksgiving already! I didn't say anything on Thursday, but well, I'm still thankful for everything I have here. I've been here for... gosh, three and a half years now, I think, and I still think it's worth it. So I'm thankful for that too.

And I'm really glad, still, to have the opportunity to do the things I want to, here. Which brings up a question for you, City:

What should our next play be?



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Neil Perry
These are always my favorite days, and I think maybe, right now this is just the kind of thing we need.

It's a nice day, and if we've got visitors it means there's not a curse. I think maybe I won't open the store-- unless anyone really wants to visit it, I mean-- and just spend the day out.

And of course, for all of you who're only here for a day or two-- I hope you enjoy your stay.



[ooc; please no duplicate neils, and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME]

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Neil Perry
[VOICE]

I can hardly believe it's already September... in some ways it feels like the summer just started, and now it's over. I do like the fall, though, so I can't say I really mind. And it puts me in the mood to read poems about autumn, which are some of my favorite. They're always so lovely, even when they're sad.

Non-IC cut for length | Hendecasyllabics, by Algernon Charles Swinburne )

I've been thinking-- I haven't picked the next play yet. But I want to do something, and I was thinking, maybe we could have some kind of poetry festival? Or a contest, with people reading poems of their own? We could have a theme, or if people prefer they could write about whatever they wanted-- I don't know what would be better.

What does everyone think?


[ooc; eesh please assume this was posted earlier in the day work i hate you. <3!]

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[VIDEO / OPEN ACTION]

[Out in one of the green parts of the City-- some small field in the park, some stretch of grass-- a device has been dropped. The camera catches a long stretch of brown-furred leg as the dropper jumps back, half-trips over his own feet, then stands at attention to stare at something offscreen.

After a moment, he crouches down, front legs splayed flat with his back still in the air, and barks softly. Something-- a stick-- sails through the air, and the big brown dog leaps up to catch it smartly in his mouth.]


C'mon! Bring it back!

[Someone calls from offscreen, the voice faint with distance. The dog drops the stick at his feet and sits primly, grinning. After a moment he lifts his head and swings it over his shoulder, a strangely un-doglike gesture. You come here.]

You're terrible at this,

[Calls the voice again. The dog barks; it sounds suspiciously like a laugh.]



[ooc; backdated to yesterday, please, because i am awful. Feel free to encounter him out and about, pretty much anywhere~ This post's title comes from here :3]

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Neil Perry
I wrote a poem
           with no words
Whispered it into your lips
           Only to find, already,
you knew it by my heart.

                        02.16.2011


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Neil Perry
I always wonder why it is that some of us can stay here, and others only come to visit. I mean, I'm glad that people who don't want to live in the City don't have to stay, but it seems like some of you enjoy visiting. But maybe I'm just being greedy. It's strange having friends you only see every few months.

I'm late in welcoming you all, but I hope you won't hold that against me.



ooc deets! )

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I was going to ask this yesterday, but I thought I'd better wait until people were back to normal-- not that I'd have minded dealing with bears and cats and whatever else, it just seemed too complicated, making arrangements mid-curse.

I work at-- I should say, I run, a small used book-store. Billy used to run it with me, but since he went home it's just been me and Todd. It's always been a bit much with just two of us, but now-- well, it seems like the perfect time to look for some help.

So, if anyone's looking for a job, and would be interested-- Bilton and Scaggs is hiring.

I've been thinking, too... as if the store's not enough... I know we've never had trouble finding a place to rehearse or hold performances, but maybe we could start a proper theater for the City Players? I mean, not just somewhere to hold the plays, but a space for storing all the props and costumes and set pieces, too.

What do you think? Is it worth putting it together?

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Neil Perry
[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO]

--did a better job of it, you know. If only for a couple of days.

[Quietly, Neil's talking to... well, it's probably obvious. He doesn't sound angry; just a bit sad. Weary. It's been a long day, already. Now he pauses, listening to something inaudible.]

Not so badly after all, apparently. I almost wish you would come, just to visit-- to see what I've managed here. I think some of it-- some of it-- you'd have to be proud of. You would. At least a little bit.

[Another long pause.]

Well, of course not. [A sigh.] I'm trying to read, all right? You aren't real. Go away.

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I should know better than to try to schedule things on weekends-- any weekends, because even if I were able to keep track of these, there's usually something-- but it's nice to wake up and find, at least, that brunch is still on as planned.

I was just saying, the other week-- I can't remember who I was talking to-- how easy it is to fall out of touch and forget to just have normal days, when nothing's really normal here. Just see people, spend time with them, without the City's insanity getting in the way. Curses or not, I think that's my plan for the day.


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[The tricky thing about being cursed, of course, is that more often than not you have no idea anything's off; which is why, after brunch with his ersatz "father" and "step-mother," Neil is casual and comfortable, wandering around town with a somewhat stricken-looking Todd, trying to catch the other young man's hand in his own.]


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[IMAGE / ACTION / PLASTERED ALL OVER]

[The image is posted on the Network without comment, but it may not be unfamiliar to some. For the past week or so, posters like the following have been popping up here and there; big stacks of flyers on the counters of obliging cafes and shops, and a positively enormous banner hung in the window of the Bilton & Scaggs bookstore.]

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Neil Perry
Yes, I will be filming your final scenes and monologues. It's for grading purposes. No, I am not going to put them up on the Network. No, we don't watch them at the staff party. Yes, I will give you five minutes to fix your makeup, if you must.

I won't tell you not to be nervous, because I have enough confidence in your talents to make up for any courage you might lack. It would be bad luck to wish you good luck, so I'll simply say, break a leg.


[ooc; Neil, aged up, is a drama teacher Westerberg High School; I never made it to the plotting meme but feel free to be students / colleagues / etc! Replies coming from [personal profile] to_live_deep. Pretend this was a bit earlier~ backdating is welcome and likely <33]

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[Accidentally Posted]
Dear
Father,

By the time I know you must be angry, and I don't blame you for that. I
am sorry. I'm writing to tell you that I wish things could have been different say thank you, for everything you've done for me. I know it must seem like I'm not I don't appreciate it; but I do know how much you've given, what you've sacrificed for me.

I'm sorry it has to be this way. I hope someday you'll forgive me, and we can see each other again.

Please don't look for us me.

Love Since-- [fades into illegibility]


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While his second-class accommodations aren't the most lavish on the ship, they're fancy enough that Neil doesn't take them for granted; and a long voyage is a rare enough treat that he's not going to waste it brooding over what to tell his father.

Instead he spends the day wandering everywhere he can, taking it all in.



[ooc; struck text is visible as just that-- words scratched out in the course of writing. Shipboard action available, just about anywhere a second-class passenger would be found during the day! background & ooc arranging is here <3 Obviously earlier in the day etc etc sorry.]

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Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


The first thing I ever said on the Network, three years ago, was a line from Tennyson's Ulysses; that's the end of the poem. It's still one of my favorites, even now. It reminds me of home, but of the City too; even if we have nowhere, here, to travel, some work of noble note remains. There are always new things to be seen.

Sometimes it seems like I've lived here much longer than I have; we've seen and done and known so much, I can't imagine how it's all happened in only a few years. Other times it feels like no time has passed at all. Three years; a handful of plays; hundreds of books, I'm sure; and dozens of people I never could have met, anywhere else.

I'm glad to be here. I always will be, no matter what.

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Well, I'm sure by this point everyone who's not involved is tired of hearing about it-- but, I wanted to make sure everyone knows we'll be starting rehearsals properly next week. If possible-- that is, if the people who live there don't mind-- I'd like to hold them in the Opera House, but if that doesn't work... Well, we'll figure something out. It's always tricky to get everyone together at once, especially the first couple of times.

Right now I'd like to aim to have the show in May, but I think it'd be best to see how well we work together, and whether there's anything we haven't counted on.

Maybe next month, when we're a little more used to it, I'll have time to talk about anything else.


supertl;dr about the play for participants and interested parties! )


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06 March 2012 @ 11:09 pm
It's been about a week now, since the City came back together... and it really does seem like things are back to normal. I was afraid the bookstore would be ruined-- that the shelves might have cracked when they were all made of glass-- but it doesn't look like there was much damage.

I'm hoping that things will stay normal-- normal for the City, I mean-- for a while, so we can get back on track with the play! With everything falling apart and turning to sand, and then... well, of course we didn't get very far.

So, I'm happy to say we'll be holding another set of auditions for Like Clockwork this Friday-- anyone who couldn't make it the first time, please, come join us now! We still have plenty of roles to fill, and for anyone who's nervous about being on-stage, there's a lot to do behind the scenes, too!

We'll see you there.


[ooc; info post on the play is here, and the previous IC post about it is here~ We still need 2 male leads and 2 female leads. Tags when I get home, mostly. <3 TL;DR post coming this evening with more logistics!]


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[VOICE | Glass City (but not for long)]

I know this isn't the safest thing, and I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. But... well.

If you haven't heard, they've said that the price for going over to the Desert is this: every hour spent there means one more day you'll have to stay in the City.

[A long pause.]

Anyway, Todd and Justin and I are going to cross over. For a while, anyway. [Which means as long as they can get away with it, racking up time, but he doesn't feel like he needs to say it.] We'll bring over anything we can get that it seems like people might need-- bottles of water, and food, and things like that-- but if anyone there can hear this, if there's anything special that we wouldn't think of... Try to let us know, and we'll do what we can.

[Another long pause. Then, quietly:]

Good luck, everyone.


[ooc; this would've been posted earlier today, so all comments will be still from Glass as they prep to go over, unless otherwise noted. ♥]

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Today seemed like the right occasion for a poem, but it's hard to find the right poem for the occasion. After all, there aren't many things poets write about more often than love. But, I kind of like John Donne, so that's what I ended up with:

I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.

But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mixed of all stuffs paining soul or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love’s not so pure, and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ;
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awakened root do bud out now.

If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee ;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate this spring’s increase.



I hope you have a happy Valentine's Day, everyone.


ooc note )

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Neil Perry
There was sand spilling onto the living room carpet this morning-- I thought, at first, that the bottle of sand on my bookcase must have broken but it wasn't. I guess, since other people are having the same problem it must be a curse. I'm glad-- not that people have sand everywhere, I mean, just that it isn't anything but a curse.

So, as I mentioned over the weekend-- though, unfortunately, I think most of the volunteers we had then haven't stayed-- we're finally ready to begin casting for the next play! It's called Like Clockwork-- Though I am supposed to tell you that's a working title, it might change if we can think of something better.

If you're interested in being involved-- as cast or backstage crew-- please let me know! We'll hold the first set of auditions this week, and once all the roles are filled, we'll start scheduling rehearsals. It doesn't matter if you've had experience before, or if this will be your first play-- everyone's welcome to join us!

Just let me know! And if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them.

[ooc; as always I want to get as many people as possible involved, so please feel free to throw everyone at this! Like Clockwork is a play written by our very own Todd-mun, which means the cast size is very flexible~ we do have at least three female characters and two male characters in need of casting, buuuut should be able to accommodate any number of people beyond that! ^_^

Will eventually make OOC posts for organization! a-also please pretend this was earlier scream]


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Neil Perry
31 January 2012 @ 06:29 pm
Like Clockwork
by Todd Anderson


MAIN CHARACTERS )



Notes )



Plot Description )
 
 
Neil Perry
Before you ask, as someone always does: I would have announced auditions this weekend, for the play, but I think under the circumstances it might be better to hold off until things are back to normal. I love when everyone comes to visit, but it does make it difficult to get work done! And I don't know that the announcement would be as widely noticed today.

Besides, I'm not sure I could concentrate; I'd much rather just visit with everyone.

Welcome to the City, if you haven't been here before-- and if you have, welcome back!



[ooc: 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! This is Neil's faaaavorite so do come play 8)]

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Neil Perry
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!!]
 
 
Neil Perry
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...]


TEXT / PRIVATE TO TODD )


[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]
 
 
Neil Perry
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 [livejournal.com profile] greding's ear~]
 
 
Neil Perry
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) ]|
 
 
Neil Perry
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]
 
 
Neil Perry
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]
 
 
Neil Perry
06 September 2011 @ 09:57 pm
[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.
 
 
Neil Perry
01 September 2011 @ 08:38 pm
[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.]
 
 
Neil Perry
[ 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.]


PLAYLIST | work in progress )
 
 
Neil Perry
[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)]
 
 
Neil Perry
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]