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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening
Inara was on her way into the common room to see what was on television when she passed by a rat in a state of dishabillé, hiding behind the door frame, peeking in at a large group of rats in petticoats.
The one in the center was on a chair or stool of some kind, and singing,
Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely stra-ayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!
The singing rat hopped off the stool and gestured toward the door, almost as if she knew the rat in his knickers was standing there, sighing wistfully at her.
Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind
Why, take it, it is thine!
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart take mine!
Inara gave the rat a little nudge forward with her foot, then walked into the room and took a seat on the couches, wondering what else she would see.
[ooc: Open! We're in the first act of Pirates of Penzance, if anyone wants to play along!]
The one in the center was on a chair or stool of some kind, and singing,
Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely stra-ayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!
The singing rat hopped off the stool and gestured toward the door, almost as if she knew the rat in his knickers was standing there, sighing wistfully at her.
Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind
Why, take it, it is thine!
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart take mine!
Inara gave the rat a little nudge forward with her foot, then walked into the room and took a seat on the couches, wondering what else she would see.
[ooc: Open! We're in the first act of Pirates of Penzance, if anyone wants to play along!]
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Take heart, take heart,
Ah! Take any heart but ours,
Take heart! Take heart!
"Do rats often sing in this world?" They did in stories she had read, of course, but many things happened in stories she did not expect to see in her life.
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She gave a quick smile. "Not that that happens often. Or ever."
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She grinned. "It would be a sad day when I got blasé about rats performing in musical theater, wouldn't it?"
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"Musical theater?" She asked, a bit lost. "Is that what they're doing?"
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"You mumble, I suppose," Ella shrugged. "They do it from the cradle, and very few of them are tone deaf, or so my friends who have been there claimed. It's mostly a problem for visitors."
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"I don't get to travel nearly as much as I would like -- do you?"
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She smiled a little. "He is royalty," she said. "Prince Charmont. He's heir to our throne. My mother knew his family. But yes, it's better he's there and I get the stories. He sounds dreadfully bored half the time -- he says they sing instead of saying anything interesting."
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"He's a good friend to me," she said, ignoring anythign more than friendship that she felt. "I'm going to karaoke with Dick tomorrow night -- perhaps I should dedicate something to Char. It'd be something to tell him about the next time I write, anyhow."
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She covered a shiver by pulling the sleeves of her shirt down to cover her wrists.
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It might just be cold, but she didn't feel a draft.
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"I'm Ella, by the way. I think we had Professor Atreides' class together last term."
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There was a pause. "Pretend that didn't sound bad."
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She was innocent enough to say this without blushing, amazingly enough.