Peter + Peter Living Room, Saturday Afternoon

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When Jack had gone outside this morning, he had discovered that his underthings were flying high over the camp and getting spattered by crumbs from falling pastries.

That .... went rather well with his decision to expect the unexpected, yes. He munched on a pastry -- he'd been eating them all day, even if it quite possibly wasn't the most hygienic thing in the world -- as he paged through his copy of the Scottish play and waited for Eric.

[OOC: For Eric, but open to cabinmates if they don't mind SP.]

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Eric knocked at the door to the Peter + Peter living room, hoping he wasn't too late; he wasn't unlike his mun, but, hey, he didn't like keeping cute boys waiting, even if it was just to run lines.

He had a basket in which he'd collected a variety of the day's falling pastries; he figured that the least he could do would be to provide study snacks.

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Jack deliberately set his book to the side and went to answer the door.

"Hello!" he said, grinning as he saw Eric. "You brought treats."

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"What the island provides, I carry," Eric replied, grinning in return. "I haven't had Pop Tarts in ages, so I figured I'd take the opportunity as I had it."

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"I hadn't had one before today," Jack said. "They're a bit sweet, especially the ones with marshmallow fluff in them. Still, you can't pass up free food."

He stepped to the side, gesturing Eric in.

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Eric entered, moving gracefully -- and narrowly avoiding another Pop Tart that had been about to hit him square on the head.

"... Of course, one could hope that their free food wasn't out to hurt them."

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"Or their underthings," Jack added, frowning at the flagpole where his nightshirt still fluttered, now stained with berry filling and crumbs. "Did anything of yours get stolen last night? I think the girls have an interesting sense of humor."

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"... Is that what happened?" Eric asked. "I mean, I noticed it, but I just assumed it was, y'know, Fandom. Like the Pop Tarts."

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"I'm guessing," Jack admitted as he took a seat on the couch. "Valentine and Turtle sounded far too happy about the slumber party last night on the radio, so it would make sense. Maybe I'm blaming them when it's just the island at work."

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Eric nodded. "Either way," he said, "nothing of mine was taken. Thankfully." He grinned. "So, d'you want to get started?"

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"I do," Jack said with a smile. "Start in act ii? Before that, you just stand around and look cute and princely, and I just deliver exposition and hope Edward remembers his lines."

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"Oh, but I do so very well at looking cute and princely!" Eric retorted, but he flipped through. "Scene three, as I recall? Dead dad is dead, I have a line -- we'll start off, 'What is amiss?' We should split up the rest of the people in the scene, too, so we can run through it all -- I'll take MacFinlay and Leonard? And maybe Berto, and you can do Lady MacFinlay and Macgruder?"

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"You're one of the best," Jack said, and while he was being sarcastic, it wasn't entirely untrue: Eric was cute and, yes, a little haughty. (So was Jack. They were well-matched as brothers.) "And I think that sounds completely fair. Shall we start?"

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Well-matched indeed! "Sure," he said, smiling a moment longer before he pulled his focus in to the script.

"'What is amiss?'" he began, and then shifted his tone slightly, using a bit less in the way of character for those not his own: "'You are, and do not know't:/The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood/Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.'"

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"Your royal father murdered," Jack said flatly, before tightening his features to shift into character. He'd decided Marshall was as in control as he could make himself. He had to be; he was to be king by rights.

He had to have known this moment was coming, and dreaded it.

So: "O, by whom?" and the sorrow only crept through on that 'o.'

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"'Those of his chamber,'" Eric replied, taking on Leonard, "'as it seem'd, had done 't:/Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;/So were their daggers, which unwiped we found/Upon their pillows:/They stared, and were distracted; no man's life/Was to be trusted with them.'

"'O, yet I do repent me of my fury,/That I did kill them.'"

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"'Wherefore did you so?' -- and then we could skip a bit to my next line, if you don't mind?"

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Eric nodded, "Sure," he said. "Here, from: 'Look to the lady.'"

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"Thank you," Jack said airily, then gave Eric a more intimate look and spoke in a stage whisper. " 'Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours?'"

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"'What should be spoken here,'" Eric replied, matching the stage whisper, "'where our fate,/Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?/Let's away;/Our tears are not yet brew'd.'"

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"Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion." Jack continued, still in the whisper. "And skip ahead again, everyone leaves, and -- 'What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy. I'll to England.' "

He looked up. "Nice of them to leave the young men who lost their father all alone."

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"I imagine they don't actually notice," Eric said. "They're all so focused on 'OMG the king was murdered!'" He continued:

"'To Ireland, I; our separated fortune/Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,/There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,/The nearer bloody.'"

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"This murderous shaft that's shot/Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way/
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,/ But shift away: there's warrant in that theft/ Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left." Jack said, finishing the scene.

He added, "Marshall is sneaky. I like him. Donald, too."

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"I have to admit, I've never given them much thought," Eric admitted, "before doing the play here? But yeah -- there's some good characterisation behind them."

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"We have to make it interesting for ourselves, if we have such small roles," Jack said. "I appreciate the part, but it's not as if either of us is a major character."

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"Well," Eric said, chuckling softly, "you know what they say: 'There are no small roles, only small actors.'"

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"We are certainly not small actors," Jack said, with great dignity. "So we must not have small parts."

He started paging through for the next scene. "Why did you try out, anyhow?"

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"My mun was trying to get me out more. It seemed like something to do, honestly," Eric admitted. "I don't have some... deep-seated love of the theatre. I mean, I definitely like it? It's a hobby, I guess."

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"It's the same here," Jack said. "I don't have a job, so I had some free time, and -- why not?"