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[angleterre]

[ If getting up this morning, you thought that you might have a great day blessed with the many smiling faces of the residents of Fortuna, you were sorely, sorely mistaken. In fact, as a scowling man appears on the screen, it might occur to you to shut off your communicator before you get a wall of negativity dropped on you. ]

[ If you are one of the less fortunate few that has yet to be introduced to this one A. Kirkland, then today you will be treated to a special show, courtesy of the United Kingdom of Negative Nancys himself. ]

I don't like this place.

[ Shifting the communicator, Arthur glances behind him, then back down at the screen, still continuing to frown. ]

I've been wandering the outskirts for, God, I'm not even sure how long, and may I tell you something, dear friends? There is nothing to be found. Nothing. Bleed me if I know what attacked me the last time I went wandering, but this time, it was just a leisurely stroll on another bloody planet, that's what it was.

[ He swallows and rubs his eyes, sighing before adjusting the communicator so it is face level with him, attempting to regain an air of professionalism about him. ]

Anyway. Not what I intended to use this network for. My intentions are quite different actually; I wish to put on a play, perhaps the raise the spirits of my fellow inmates. If anyone would be interested in acting, making the sets, lighting, production or even securing a location, I would be most obliged. I have a copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I'd be happy to transcribe it onto the commmunicators and send all who are interested a copy.

[ As the scowl tugs at the corners of his lips, he nods at the communicator: ] Thank you for your time, as always. [ --Before clicking it off. ]

Comments

[bauhinia]

You're seriously putting on a play?

[ Well, this is interesting. ]

[hullonurse]

There you are. You could leave a note when you go off like that, you know.

... But a play? Really? [S-she doesn't sound very tempted at all!!]

[occulter.livejournal.com]

Oh a play sounds like fun! I would love to help.

[eastmontecarlo.livejournal.com]

Well, well, Mr. England. We haven't been able to speak just yet, at least not in this place. I trust that you're well? [ The scowl just... it isn't going to affect him. ]

A play sounds like a great idea. Everyone needs a little entertainment now and again; I'll help you with anything that you would like.

[just-west.livejournal.com]

[Not something Edmund thinks will ever happen- waking up to grinning faces, that is. Not here. Still, he's thinking it spoke rather low of the man if he can't at least resemble some neutrality before addressing the network. And going on expedition alone isn't really the brightest idea, either. But somehow he thinks this man knows that, or at least he should, so he keeps silent on that, but:] It's a planet, sir. There's bound to be something found.

[Okay, now that's enough. Ed allows himself a fleeting moment of boyhood and wrinkles his nose in distaste- ew, Shakespeare. But then there's a smirk ghosting on his lips and his expression changes. A play was a good idea to "raise the spirits", sure.] And has anyone volunteered yet?

[starspangledhero]

I CAN HELP!

[meilihua.livejournal.com]

I guess there are enough people who speak English to watch the play too...Can I help with costumes?