| Three Hatters walk into a bar. Jervis Tetch, Reginald Theophilus the Third (owned by Bri-Chan), and Hatter Madigan all meet for a drink. Gratuitous amounts of tea consumed, problems discussed, and philisophical discussions ensue. Enjoy! |
| Three Hatters walk into a bar. Jervis Tetch, Reginald Theophilus the Third (owned by Bri-Chan), and Hatter Madigan all meet for a drink. Gratuitous amounts of tea consumed, problems discussed, and philisophical discussions ensue. Enjoy! |
Revenge Upon Varsity ChorusThe Doomed BeginningRevenge Upon Varsity Chorus
“Please!” I begged. “Just one day. One!” He glared dangerously, gold eyes glittering. “Not even a day… a mere forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of music! Surely you can handle forty-five minutes of music! And I would be in your debt!” Silence. Unconvinced silence. “Please. You’d get out of here for a little while, at least—able to walk among men without a second glance! And you would be teaching music!” My thoughts whirled. “I’d be in your debt.” Among those thoughts the very reason
Catcher in the TowerCatcher in the TowerCatcher in the Tower
If you really want to know about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to hear is where I was born, how lousy my childhood was, what my fondest wishes are, and all that kind of introductory crap. But to be honest, that stuff kind of bores me.
Actually, I’m kind of bored all the time. Being stuck in a tower for the better part of your life and all does that. Sure, at first it’s kind of neat, being able to look out the window and see the ducks fly overhead and stuff, but after a while you sort of get sick of staring out your window all day. And I never got i
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Cue exit music. Cue shadowy lighting complete with some fancy gobos.
Exit--with a dramatic swish of the cape--down center-stage trapdoor, suddenly disappearing from view.
Re-enter from catwalks. Blink. "What dramatic streak?"
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Cue exit music. Cue shadowy lighting complete with some fancy gobos.
Exit--with a dramatic swish of the cape--down center-stage trapdoor, suddenly disappearing from view.
Re-enter from catwalks. Blink. "What dramatic streak?"
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~*~Away with the Faeries~*~
And Exhibit B... is Banjo. He can talk.
Whoa, Mister-Suspicious! This is the man... dog... thingy... that helped us escape!
You may have mused in the past, Am I mortal?
...Now you are.
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Cue exit music. Cue shadowy lighting complete with some fancy gobos.
Exit--with a dramatic swish of the cape--down center-stage trapdoor, suddenly disappearing from view.
Re-enter from catwalks. Blink. "What dramatic streak?"
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*scribbled in red ink*
Your obedient servant,
O.G.
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Cue exit music. Cue shadowy lighting complete with some fancy gobos.
Exit--with a dramatic swish of the cape--down center-stage trapdoor, suddenly disappearing from view.
Re-enter from catwalks. Blink. "What dramatic streak?"
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I died a thousand deaths when my humanity was slaughtered by the dark side. Now I cause a thousand deaths to fill the void.
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Cue exit music. Cue shadowy lighting complete with some fancy gobos.
Exit--with a dramatic swish of the cape--down center-stage trapdoor, suddenly disappearing from view.
Re-enter from catwalks. Blink. "What dramatic streak?"
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