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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Neil Perry
[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
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
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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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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Neil Perry
[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]


[Open Action]

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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Neil Perry
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
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
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
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
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]
 
 
Neil Perry
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!]
 
 
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
27 February 2011 @ 10:11 am
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!]
 
 
Neil Perry
I'm glad you're with me.




[ooc; replies laaater but I wanted to get this up! <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
[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!]
 
 
Neil Perry
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!]
 
 
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
[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!]
 
 
Neil Perry
[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]
 
 
Neil Perry
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]
 
 
Neil Perry
04 June 2010 @ 03:33 pm
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.
 
 
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
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.

not cut IC )

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]
 
 
Neil Perry
This seems to be an okay month after all, at least for me. So far. The Paris thing was kind of strange, but I liked it a lot, even if I didn't really get much done. Reading poetry in some cozy little café is a nice way to spend a weekend. I was me, even if I wasn't quite myself. That happened before and I didn't like it, but this time I don't think I really mind.

And then there's this! Which I like, even if it's confusing sometimes. Welcome to the City, new people! Is this what the deities decided to do for Valentine's Day? I like it a lot better than some of the other ideas people came up with...


[ooc; as usual: please no duplicate Neils, don't let him know he isn't real, otherwise pretty much everything goes. <3 Will be out for a while, will continue tagging for as long as necessary <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
06 February 2010 @ 11:51 pm
Today is like any other day; free of rehearsals for the moment, Monsieur Perry is seated at a small café, lingering over a cup of black coffee and a cigarette. He's reading, but doesn't seem particularly entranced. He sets his book aside from time to time when someone greets him; an old friend, a new acquaintance, a fan of the theatre who recognizes him from last week's performance. Each gets a bright and charming smile, a few words in passing before they part ways, leaving him to his literary pursuits.


|[ooc; fml please pretend this is earlier? always backdating friendly. His story (and Todd's) is about the same as ever, except with more running-off-to-Paris-to-be-free and less dying. OPEN TO ALL. Feel free to recognize/know him, i am easy. <333]|
 
 
Neil Perry
I wasn't cursed yesterday, to make a list of goals for next year. If I had been, honestly, I'm not sure what I would have set-- I can't think of anything any other than the goals I already had, the things I've been trying to do all along, since I got here. I want to keep acting and holding plays. I want to find ways to be happy even if I don't think I deserve it. I want to keep learning new things and reading new poems and making the most of the time I have here.

Carpe diem.

But that isn't anything new.

This was the best Christmas I've ever had, because of all of you, and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.

I know the new year probably won't be much different from this one-- there'll still be bad times and curses and sometimes we'll hate it here. But I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to have a good year.

I've got everything I need to be happy.


[ooc; I wish I were cool enough to have made up lists of what my chars got everyone else, but I am not. All of his friends (meaning.... pretty much everyone he talks to) would have gotten at least a little something <3 Happy New Year everyone. Backtagging might occur due to festivities.]
 
 
Neil Perry
06 November 2009 @ 04:03 pm
[Filtered from Todd]

Well, there was a curse yesterday and nothing seems off so far today-- so the party's on! I'll see everyone at seven?


[ooc; re this, though characters are totally free to come even if they didn't RSVP there ;3 kjjfgsdfg i apologize for being a failboat. will try to throw a log up laters? please pretend this was posted at some reasonable morning-ish hour sob.

EDIT; LOG!]
 
 
Neil Perry
23 October 2009 @ 03:01 pm
[Filtered away from Todd. Which is not difficult]

Okay, so, I'm not sure if he's mentioned it to anyone-- probably not-- but Todd's birthday is coming up really soon, and I'd like to throw a party for him. So, um-- consider this an invitation to all his friends, and all my friends, any even anyone who doesn't know him well but would like to, to join us for that. It'll be held November Sixth, unless there's a curse and we need to reschedule-- I'll let everyone know that morning, I guess.

I think we should be able to hold it in our apartment. probably. And-- I don't know if I should-- it's not like it's the kind of thing you can keep secret... Todd can't talk for the month. So I want this to be really special for him, because he deserves it. And, I guess this is his 18th birthday, too. Sort of, but not really since it hasn't really been a year, but.

I just want him to have a really nice time.

Anyway! If you think you're going to come, just let me know! So I have an idea of how much food to get, stuff like that.

And of course, don't tell him, because then it wouldn't be a surprise.


[ooc; orz i haven't had a chance to deal with the play stuff, fml, but can we handwave it and assume people are.. working on parts and soforth and. gaah /brainesplode. basically if your char wants in, Neil will find a way to involve them, anyway. :3 also MOSTLY A PLACEHOLDER most replies will be later tonight / tomorrow sobbb. we have company but i wanted this out there]
 
 
Neil Perry
14 October 2009 @ 03:50 pm
What a relief that the bear's caught. Still, I can't help but wish... I guess it doesn't make a difference. It would have been such a nice solution, though. Congratulations, to whoever caught it. No more interruptions for anyone. Unless, of course, you're inclined to interrupt people (like, say, your roommate) anyway, just to be annoying.

Not that I am thinking of anyone in particular.

Just an example.

Anyway!

I know it's been a while since I said anything about it, but I think we're finally ready to start with the next play-- it's going to be a much smaller production than last time, but we should be able to make enough room for everyone who wants to be a part of it. I'm thinking early November? I'd hoped for it to be around Halloween, but maybe setting something on a holiday isn't the best move, anyway.

I know Cain, Yuuko, and of course Rosella were interested... And Claire, I think? And Robin, but... And Todd doesn't have a choice.

Who else?


tl;dr about the play! )
 
 
Neil Perry
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odors plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!


That's Shelley's, not mine. There's more but I didn't want to write all of it. It seemed kind of fitting; I guess because summer's really gone now, and it's nearly October and the way everyone talks about that makes it seem kind of frightening. Ghosts and graves. It makes sense in a way, since Halloween is coming, too. I'm excited about it even if it's dangerous. But maybe we'll be lucky, and it won't be too bad. The poem is hopeful too; if only because winter won't last forever.

I don't really see the point of worrying when we can't know what's coming. I was talking to Claire about optimists and pessimists, and really I think I'd rather be neither-- I'd rather be happy as long as I can and take things as they come.

This all just reminds me that we need to get started on the mystery soon, if we plan to perform it end of next month... I really don't know where the time goes. Maybe it's just that I've been distracted. It's been weeks since I said anything on this, though I guess I've been talking to plenty of people even if I have nothing to say. I'm not a total hermit. I hope.
 
 
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
People have told me that this kind of thing happens sometimes, though this is the first time I've been here for it. It seems like a lot of the people who live here are annoyed by it, but, I don't know-- it seems kind of exciting! Confusing, maybe, but exciting.

So, hello new people! Welcome to the City, even if it's only for a little while!



[ooc; FOURTH WALL IS UTTERLY GONE. i'd prefer you not tell him he's fictional, exactly, but feel free to know EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS LIFE EVER, idc. <3 and spam, threadjack, whatever, i love this, have fun, go nuts. he can deal.]
 
 
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]