the Common Room

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[[continued from here, where Duo has been possessed by the ghost of Hamlet's father]]

MURDER MOST FOUL!

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Slumps on a couch.*

Yes, you've said that already tonight. Twice, if I recall correctly.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*still brandishes his ladle/sword*

Five times, actually. CLEARLY YOU HAVE NOT BEEN LISTENING!

[01yuy.livejournal.com]

*walks in slowly, leaning against the door frame and watching the scene*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Rolls his eyes. His Father is even worse than when he was still alive.*

Yes, I don't listen well. Hence the reason I am at this school taking "Revenge Classes".

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*brandishing*

Hamlet, thou must be duller than the fat weed that roots itself on Lethe wharf.

*stops abruptly and grunts again*

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???

*straightens, looking at Hamlet*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Blinks at the split personality between his roommate and his father. His cheeks burn at the accusation he's forgotten his dad.*

I have not drunk from Lethe's shores and my memories still burn fresh in my mind. But it is hard to attain revenge when a prophylactic white ball of doom waits to stop me from killing anyone. Or stabbing anything either.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*yep...brandishing*

*looks about to continue in his rants, but stops*

White ball of doom? Art thou mad, Hamlet?? Or about to be for my sake?

[01yuy.livejournal.com]

*under his breath*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Looks over at Heero and wonders how he can stay so calm through all this.*

I am but mad north-north-west; when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. And as for the white ball, there are more things on Heaven and Earth, and especially this school, Father, than are dreamed of in your philosophy.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*BRANDISHING HIS LADLE*

O, HAMLET! I know not of what you speak! What a falling-off was there from me! Swear by my sword *he thrusts the ladle at Hamlet* that you will avenge my MURDER MOST FOUL! So lazarlike with vile and loathsome crust!

*stops and growls*

OH THAT IS IT, BUDDY, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Puts one hand on the "sword". Wants to get this over with.*

I swear that I will eventually, if I ever manage to get around to it avenge your murder most foul, and strike down the serpent who murdered you and married my mother. After I mope and whine a lot about it first.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*glares, then thinks*

*for some reason, climbs underneath a nearby table*

*beneath* SWEAR!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Rolls his eyes and grasps the ladle. Not this again.*

I swear, and Horatio swears, and Marcellus swears, and Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants swears to avenge your murder most foul. Someday.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*at Hamlet's words, especially the mention of Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants, he suddenly and violently jerks upward, hitting his head soundly on the table he's under*

OW!!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Squats down to look under the table.*

Father? Duo? Are you alright?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*puts a hand on his aching head and stares up at Hamlet incredulously*

Wha--WHAT in the hell was that?!?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Sighs. Doesn't really want to explain how messed up and paranormal his family is.*

That was my father.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*climbs out from underneath the table, still looking shell-shocked*

That. Was messed up. Man. I've never. That. *gestures wildly*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Is starting to get thoughtful again.*

Quite probably. He has never gone that far before, however. But he does have a point. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right.

*sighs*

You look tired. Shall we go back to our room for the night?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*nods* Bed. Yes.

*thinks* You know, all that crap he was sayin'? I'm sure somewhere in there he's prolly right about somethin', but mosta it was total crap. Don't let him getcha down, buddy. *offers a grin*

*realizes he's still holding the ladle, shakes his head and tosses it*

Definitely bed.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Takes in Duo's advice, but has already gone down the emo spiral.*

I can't help feeling that I've been a bad son, by letting him down and letting that janus-faced satyr continue his reign. If only my mind didn't think so much on these things.

*Picks up the ladle for later.*

But yes, to bed.