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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[Felix under the illusion looks like a peacock in drab plumage, but he's pretending that's not an issue. He's on his way to fixing that. For now, there is booze.

He breezes over with a smile]

Ah, there you are. I thought I was never going to find where you'd holed yourself up. There are an inordinate number of taverns in this town...

[Ah, Felix can always bring a smile to Crowley's face. He sits back, raising his glass in a mock toast. ]

And yet you found me. Good job.

It's like a sixth sense at this point, really. [He lies.]

Well, well, colour me impressed.

[He gestures a bartender over. ]

What's your poison today?

I don't think they have any passable bourbon. Wine would be an excellent second, however.

[He doesn't sit down, though, and instead leans against the wall]

I thought I might ask you if you'd like to catch a play. I haven't done that with anyone in years.

[Not since the Empyrean in Mélusine, though he doubts the standards will be all that high]

Wine it'll have to be, then.

[That gets a raised eyebrow, followed rather swiftly by a smirk, the bartender ignored the time being. ]

Are you asking me out on a date?

I am asking you to come heckle a few actors while we get drunk.

[He smiles though, not entirely denying the charge either. It didn't make much of a difference to him.]

Go get two bottles of wine.

[That was aimed at the bartender, as Crowley stands. ]

Sure, why not. Haven't had a decent heckle in a while.

[Crowley you're so nice to the help. Not that he's going to apologize for the demon.]

I had an inkling you'd be good at it. Personally I used to stick to dissecting the performances from the safety of my balcony, but I doubt the state of theater is advanced enough for that.

No, only the fancy ponces in the castle get to use the fancy seats. It's the common ravel for us, I'm afraid.

[Hey, here comes wine, hooray. Crowley pays the guy, and turns to look at Felix, offering a bottle. ]

Shall we, then?

[He takes the bottle gratefully, pulling it close to his chest almost protectively]

Certainly...

[He turns away from the wall and leads Crowley out the door and in the vague direction of the festival grounds.]

So I have been meaning to ask since we landed...I've been led to understand this entire charade is suppose to historically accurate. How would you say it compares to that claim?

[Crowley glances around Dirkwall as they walk, pulling a face.]

It's pretty close, to be honest. They got the smell right and everything. Of course, the whole hidden technology part kind of ruins it.

It does from our side of things, I suppose. I'm frankly a little surprised none of them have caught on yet.

[There's no magical mind control and that means they have no excuse]

Sometimes, people like to live in wilful ignorance. It's like they bubblewrap themselves from the truth.

I can't say I fault them for it. I do know it isn't my place to go shining lights into corners for their own good. Not unless you can also be around for the aftermath as well.

[He raises his wine bottle]

And considering our time here it limited, I intend to devote that time to enjoying this dirty little rock.

Which we won't be. Soon as the month's over it's 'into the spaceship, kids, we're off!"

[He flashes a grin. ]

Well, I'm glad someone here has some sense.

I could tell you not to encourage me, but I know you won't listen.

[It's pretty much one of the cornerstones of their relationship at this point. The festival grounds come into sight a moment later, and and remembers where he'd been going with that initial question]

Actually, what I'd really been wondering was whether you any saw any of the original Shakespeare productions.

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Of course I wouldn't. That would greatly reduce my amusement factor.

[It's how they roll, and Crowley would be lying if he said he didn't miss it. ]

Certainly. Saw some of the really early stuff, when he was hashing it out as a young up-and-coming.

And would you say that compares to his current reputation?

For some reason, people these days think he's this great scholar.

They seem to forget he was a filthy little fucker, who wrote as much as what we'd consider 'porn' these days as he did actual plays.

Did he? I admit I only had a chance to read a few of this works back in the castle, but they didn't seem especially salacious to me. Though perhaps my standards are skewed.

Oh, he had rauchy stuff in so much of them. And a lot of murder, too.

Like that one where the dude bakes a woman's sons into a pie and then gets her to eat them.

Ghastly. [He doesn't sound as shocked by this as he should be]

Was is very popular?

Not as much as the comedies and tragedies. You know how people are.

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