[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)]

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!]

[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!]

[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]

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]

There aren't going to be eight of me this time, are there?

Hello everyone, happy Halloween!





[ooc; no other Neils plx, and I'd prefer if you didn't tell him he doesn't exist. otherwise traumatize at will my darlings!]

[EDIT: out for a paaarty, troll boldly in my absence & I will get back to you <3]

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.]

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! )

Okay, I have to admit, this isn't really as surprising for me as it must be for most people. But it's still really strange.

Honestly, I look pretty much the same.

Um. Todd's cursed the same way I am, but not everyone seems to be a different age? But I still think they're cursed... Anyone know what's going on?


[ooc; skipping out v. briefly then i shall return, my darlings. just wanted to get this up <3]

TODD'S HERE!

Everyone, Todd is my best friend from home-- we were roommates this year, at school-- and you should get to know him because he's great. He's just a little shy.

Uh, Morgana-- thank you for letting me stay with you, but since it's a little too crowded to bring more people in, Todd and I are going to get our own place. It's been great, though, really! and you're welcome to come visit any time you like. And that goes for everyone over there, too! It's been amazing getting to know everyone. Though not very much like the legends at all.

Since there doesn't seem to be a curse today-- how are things going in terms of the play? I know that a lot of you have been getting the word out, but I'm not sure I've met everyone yet who was going to volunteer for a part, and I don't want to end up making an awful mess of things and having three people studying the same part or anything. I've really never done anything like this, so it's a bit daunting, honestly. We probably don't have to worry about group rehearsals just yet, but I'd like to get to know you all a bit! And, well, it would help to have a better idea of what parts still need to be filled.


So! Todd, unless you're not interested, I signed us up for fencing lessons! You're coming, right? It'll be fun! Oh, and I told Rosella we'd help her practice her lines for Helena at some point. And I still haven't really shown you around, have I... Everything's been so exciting and we've been so busy...



( OOC NOTE OF DOOM )

Everyone's been warning me not to make up my mind before I get hit by a few curses, but, I think I love this place. Really. Everything about it is extraordinary! I do miss my friends, but... I wouldn't be with them anyway, even if I was at home, so I don't really have the right to complain about it.

Anyway, thank you all for being so welcoming and so helpful-- I've been having a really easy time settling in, because everyone's so generous. Miss Morgana is letting me stay with her for the moment. I'm told I don't have to get a job, but I think I might anyway, if there's anyone that would hire me... I don't know. At home I never had a choice about this kind of thing, so I'm not really sure what I want. Maybe-- there's a school here, isn't there?

Also, Claire Bennet makes an amazing apple pie.

And, oh! Miss Blair Waldorf has requested volunteers to put on a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." As of now we've tentatively got a Puck, a fairy, and (maybe?) a Hermia, and I promised I'd try to spread the word and find more people to perform. It's okay if you've never acted before-- we have lots of time to rehearse, so don't be afraid to join up if you're interested! I can't wait, really. I love acting. There isn't any organized company of players here already, is there? I mean... I don't want to step on any toes, organizing things, if there is. Also, if there is, I'd like to join!

Hm, I think that's everything I had wanted to say...