Neil Perry
13 November 2013 @ 07:53 pm
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[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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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
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
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.
 
 
Neil Perry
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.]
 
 
Neil Perry
14 June 2010 @ 07:18 pm
On Pain; cut for length )



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.
 
 
Neil Perry
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.
 
 
Neil Perry
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I guess it's nice having all these fresh flowers around. [Muttered, kind of an aside, as though he is turning away from the mic to say this for someone else's benefit. Such as his roommate's, perhaps. Just a thought. The mischievous tone might be a hint here.] Though I bet someone else will eat all the chocolate.

[The faint thud is definitely not said roommate flinging a pillow at Neil, are you crazy?]

Aanyway. [A little singsong, still laughing a bit.] I haven't said anything on this in a while. Um. I got a job, at a bookstore. I've never done that before, but i think I like it-- there's time to read between customers, which is nice, even if a lot of what they carry is a little weird.

Annnd if you hadn't heard, Lorne is putting on a musical! Chicago. Our dates are at the end of February. So, I hope everyone will come!

Hm?

[Clearly the last is a distracted response to something going on nearer to him. What it is, we can only guess, but the feed cuts off suddenly because Neil has a pillow volley to return.]



[ooc; WILL REPLY AS CONSISTENTLY AS POSSIBLE BUT. yeeeah. feel free to take credit for leaving him lovetokens if you so desire. <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
I remember there was another day, when the sun didn't come up at all, but then the lights didn't work or anything. Not even little things, like candles; or flashlights with batteries. It was pretty creepy-- this time, at least the moon was out, and it was so bright... I know other people were having trouble, getting attacked even, but Todd and I don't have any pets, so we were all right.

I've been putting this off, not for any reason really but because I keep getting busy doing other things. Mostly for my actors from Midsummer, but of course anyone's welcome to join us-- who'd be interested in acting in a mystery play, sometime around Halloween? I mean, we'll be putting on a mystery, not that the play itself will... you know. We haven't got all the details figured out yet-- it was Rosella's idea, I should mention-- but we thought it might be easier if we had an idea of how many and who we'll be working with. Even if you've never acted before-- especially if you haven't, and you really want to try it.

I think that's everything... I feel like I never say anything here anymore, maybe I'm just too busy to do it. I don't think that's a bad thing, though. I like to stay busy.
 
 
Neil Perry
That curse, did it really mean--

Does that mean I'm oh god I can't even say that I can't think that maybe--

I hope no one puts that idea into his head, I don't want him to think-- to be angry at me and.

oh god.



Things here are never quite what I expect them to be. Which I usually like, but those things yesterday were creepy. I managed to keep away from them, mostly, and shooed a couple of them out when they slipped through the open door, so I didn't lose any teeth. Still, I'm kind of bothered by the thought of those things crawling under pillows... I mean, it's just your parents who do that when you're little, really, but I can't help imagining it.

I haven't really written anything here since that one ridiculous curse. I think I've apologized to everyone I spoke to, but, just in case, all of that was nonsense and I wasn't raised by spiders. Obviously. And to the best of my knowledge Todd has never been an astronaut.



[ooc; 'And pour the waters of--'... Strikes are not written he is just panicking. <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Private; hackable )

Filtered to the Deities )

If I made a fool of myself the other day, I'm sorry about it. I really didn't know I was cursed.


[ooc; on top of the Road Not Taken curse, he found this ;_; aaaangsssst. tags may be spotty for a while, costumewerk /m/,]
 
 
Neil Perry
Is anyone else cursed today? Last time... I feel like there were more people talking about it. Maybe it's just too early...

Saturday was really crazy, wasn't it? I'm used to the idea that there are people out there who look like me, but... I didn't expect there to be so many. I enjoyed it though, mostly. Though I can see why some of you don't like it; after a while it must get very trying. I wonder where all of them come from, how they know so much about us...

I guess I should enjoy this while I can. What's everyone doing today?


[ooc; per Todd's deal, Neil is alive~ and. Todd is not. but Neil doesn't know that yet ;__; also if you want to squirt him feel free ffff <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
It was snowing at home, too, when we performed Midsummer. Though of course it was the middle of winter, then, so it wasn't a shock. It's kind of funny, though, that it happened again here. And my father, watching-- I guess it's fitting, somehow, even if I didn't like it.

I wanted to say, for everyone who helped make the play happen-- thank you. I can't tell you what it means to me, really. I know it was the first time for a lot of you, acting, and you performed brilliantly. You should all be proud of it! I am. Exceedingly. And poor Anne... please be okay, Anne...

I guess the only question is... what play do we do next?

[ooc; for everyone in the cast or otherwise involved in putting on the play, feel free to assume Neil chased you down to give you a couple of the green roses Robin gave him ;3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Tonight, tonight, tonight!!

I thought about staying out all night, staying up and watching the shooting stars until the sky got too light to see them, but I was too tired to manage it. Kind of unexpected, but it was very pretty; I wonder whether it means anything.

I was reading, after I came back in, and I found this;

GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
            And find
            What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
            And swear,
            No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
            Yet she
            Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.


It's John Donne. It's... well, kind of a pessimistic poem, but I like it anyway. All the impossible images, grandiose and ironically sad... Mostly, I just thought it was interesting, coming across it last night while the stars here were falling. I like that; odd little coincidences. Like unexpected undeserved bits of good luck, cropping up unexpected.

I don't know, it makes me feel like I've managed to do something right, accidentally, and the world just wanted to let me know. That sounds kind of insane, I guess?



sob, OOC tl;dr regarding the Dead Poets Society: City Chapter! )
 
 
Current Music: Jackie Brenston - Rocket 88
 
 
Neil Perry
riverrun, she said. I don't know what it means, but I don't want to forget it. Maybe I ought to worry more about why, about what it means to be here-- what the cost might be-- but it's hard to care, knowing where I might be otherwise. What I might be... It's bad enough, being reminded by the stillness... but... I'll take that, over being a ghost.

Is being remembered really what makes the difference? I guess it's nice to know, in a sense... though in other ways it only makes things worse. No matter what anyone says I know I don't deserve to be here. But I am. So maybe I should just... try to forget, about what I deserve or don't, and try to make the most of this. A second chance, to get it right. Seize the day. I'm trying, really.

I wonder what they would ask of me, to buy my life back... and whether it would be wrong of me to do it.


I've been meaning to make this announcement a while, but between the curses and everything else... well, better late than never.

We're still looking for people for our production of A Midsummer Night's Dream in June, and need to fill the following roles;


THESEUS, Duke of Athens
EGEUS, Father to Hermia
PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus
SNUG, a Joiner
FLUTE, a Bellows-mender
SNOUT, a Tinker
STARVELING, a Tailor
TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies


As well as, if we can get them, a few more fairies. Both with and without lines, though the fairies who do have speaking parts don't have much to memorize. Please let me know, as soon as you can, if you're interested! Even if you're not entirely certain. I'll talk you into it.

For everyone already in the play, what times would be good for you for rehearsals?

Other than that... I think I promised a few people I'd fence with them, but I lost track of who... Caspian, and Kate, and... was there anyone else?

I should update more often, or things pile up...

Also, do you think I could buy a typewriter, somewhere in the City..?



[ooc; strikes are unwritten, I just wanted to voice what's on his mind ;_; Play post here forever. also, striking out as people are wheedled into it, ahaha. <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Impossible really doesn't have much meaning here, does it? Walking through other people's dreams was amazing. I understand why some people didn't enjoy it-- I mean, I guess it depends on whose dreams you see and what they're about-- but I guess I was lucky. All the dreams I stumbled into were pleasant ones. Yuuko, Rosella, thank you for showing me around your homes! I'm glad I had a chance to see them, even if it was just a dream.

Todd-- are you really going to  that was did you remember to write that poem down when you woke up? Or at least, do you remember how it goes? I was trying but I can't recall all of it. It'd be a shame to lose it, it was really good!

And speaking of which... I need your recommendations on something, City! Who's your favorite poet? What's your favorite poem? I'm partial to the Romantics myself, but I'm curious to see what other people like. And kind of curious about poetry after when I'm from... I guess I have a lot to catch up on! Anything, really-- whether you think I'd like it or not, I want to read it. Assuming the library lets me find it.

Oh, what else... Work on the play is going well, though we still need more actors, of course! We've three of the four lovers, but we're still looking for a Demetrius! And several others-- most of the Athenian actors, and more fairies, always. And if any of you would like a hand practicing your lines, let me know. Blair tells me we've got costumes taken care of, and our scenery (since the play will be outdoors,) so we should be in good shape. Once we fill out a few more roles, and once everyone feels they've got a handle on their parts (even if they're not memorized yet,) we can start thinking about working as a group!

[ooc; Theater organizizing post here still. Also...not plotting anything re: poetry. clearly. >_> also yes, he is serious, he will help you practice lines |D if anyone is lame like me we can log it if you like ♥♥]