Enter:
hotspur, the_magician_1582, worcester, mortimer.
Stage:
Private thread on the Sidewalk social media network.
| hotspur | Glendower in hell, that's what Finch hears when Owen is spoken of. |
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| the_magician_1582 | I CANT BLAME HIM…IN THE ABANDON OF HEAVEN HE SHAKES LIKE THE EARTH WHEN I WAS BORN…IM ON THAT SHIT THAT MADE THE PLANET AGE NET |
| hotspur | If you think the earth shook when you were born, nothing will remain of you when you age. |
| the_magician_1582 | IT DID TREMBLE... AND THE MOUNTAINS AND HIS PROPHECIES, THEY WERE ALL SO STRANGELY CLAMOROUS TO THE FRIGHTED FIELDS... |
| mortimer | Glendower, enough. |
| the_magician_1582 | I CAN CALL SPPIRITS FROM THE VASTY DEEP |
| hotspur | Will they come when you call? |
| the_magician_1582 | I CAN TEACH YOU TO COMMAND THE DEVIL OF THE AMERICAN EMPIRE |
| hotspur | And I can teach you how to write a job application |
| mortimer | Come, now. None of this is productive chat. |
| the_magician_1582 | THREE TIMES HATH THE RESIDUAL COUNTERFEIT OF THE TUCKER BROTHERS HURRIED UPON ME. THRICE FROM THE BANKS OF THAT DISTRICT. WITH THIS MAP WE WILL SKIN THE FUNNY BROTHERS' IMAGE AS LAY WASTE IN THEIR INFRASTRUCTURAL KINGDOM. FUNNY BROTHERS FOREVER. I THINK NOT. WRATH FROM THE GREAT CONCAVE EMPTINESS FROM WHERE UNCEDED BRITISH COLUMBIA ONCE MADE ITS REALM |
| mortimer | Have you drawn together your neighbouring gentlemen? |
| the_magician_1582 | IN A SHORTER TIME…AND OF THEIR LADIES THEY WILL EXIST IN MY CONDUCT AS WELL…NO WATERSHED WILL IMPART UPON THE PARTING OF THEM AND YOU ONCE THE BIG G IS IN TOWN |
| hotspur | I'll have the current of the music section of the District stamped out, damned up. |
| the_magician_1582 | I WILL NOT HAVE IT ALTERED |
| hotspur | Why not? |
| the_magician_1582 | NO NOR YOU SHALL NOT |
| hotspur | Are you going to stop me? Speak in your Canadian, noble savage, and let me not understand you. |
| the_magician_1582 | I CAN SPEAK ENGLISH AS WELL AS YOU RAISED AS AN ATTENUATED BUTTRESS TO THE WILTED SHADOW OF MY HOMELAND. A VIRTUE NEVER SEEN IN YOU. |
| hotspur | Nothing sets me on edge like the minced poetry of yours. Forced gait. Are we in agreement to overturn the District? |
| the_magician_1582 | THE MOON SHINES FAIRWELL |
the_magician_1582 exits.
| hotspur | Glendower and his exegesis-speak. Like a magician out of time. And his prophecies make me cringe into myself, all-hailing of nothing but a sleaze. |
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| worcester | Sometimes he divines meaning in the cracks. |
| hotspur | He held me up last night at least nine hours, reckoning up the several nostalgia-devils of his college experiences with Finch. And I murmured 'hmm', and 'well, go to hell', but otherwise not a word. |
| mortimer | He's a worthy gentleman to take over the District even if he speaks in runes. Exceedingly well read, and profiting in strange concealments. And a hell of a music taste. |