Chapter Four- The Complaint of Chaucer to his Glass

[thetrudger]

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Hello. My name is Geoffrey Chaucer. I’m conducting a survey of sorts, and I was hoping you would participate. I would just like to know your name and age. I’d also like to know about your stay at Paradisa.
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Pardon me, sir. I wonder if you could conduct your experiments and other loud activities at a more decent time. It has come to my attention that you’re keeping other residents up at night.
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Has the noise stopped?
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[He writes the following slowly, frustrated and bored.]
To you, my friends, I do apply
For an answer to my cry.
Does not the wine taste awry?
I drink and drink, yet no ill effect
Happens that I can detect.
Sober as the day I was born,
I raise my tasteless glass, and mourn.

This castle seems to have done me in,
For it will not allow me a single sin
I know I shall be quite forlorn
If I am forced into celibacy in the morn.

[Geoff is sitting in the library, writing the above poem, and working on other writing. He’s a bit annoying, knocking his foot against the table, ripping up parchment and throwing it to the side, and muttering to himself. He’s also a tad grouchy today. He’s been drinking to control the withdrawal symptoms from not gambling. He has a glass of wine next to him that he keeps testing every few minutes, making faces whenever he does. ]

[ooc: Loss start! Open over journals or in person! As it says, he’s grouchy. You have been warned. Also, if I’ve dropped any convos by accident, give me a poke. I’ve been sick, and I think a few fell through the cracks.]

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dont worry he can pretty much take anything geoffrey says times a billion

[kamenriderdeno]

[Hm. Well, clearly something is wrong and Geoffrey doesn't want to talk about it. He considered changing the subject, but maybe he doesn't want to talk at all.

Better test the water first.]

...s-sorry, I...can go if you'd like! I can always check back later.

[thetrudger]

[Geoff sighs and pulls the journal closer to him.]

No, it's alright. I'm sorry.

[kamenriderdeno]

[Hm. You'll get a quiet little chuckle from him. Changing the subject may be the best way to go then.]

Mr.Geoffrey, there's nothing to apologize for.

I meant to say, by the way...a long time ago, actually. Thank you for the christmas present.

[Cause let's say the whole exchange thing totally happened at some point.]

Your poetry is just as good as I thought it would be.

[thetrudger]

[Ripping parchment... oh. He thanked him. Geoff tries to sound cheerier.]

Oh. You're most certainly welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I must also thank you for the present. I had to do some research, but I discovered it is a 'katana'? It is really too much, Ryotaro.

[kamenriderdeno]

Oh, there's no need to think like that...I picked it up on a trip once, but I only kept it because I thought it would make a good gift to someone.

I never thought I'd be giving it to someone in a situation like this though.

[thetrudger]

Well, I thank you, Ryotaro. It is indeed a wonderful gift.

What do you mean? In a magical castle? [There's a hint of teasing in his voice.]

[kamenriderdeno]

[A chuckle.]

That's right. And to someone from the a different time, too.

[thetrudger]

Yes, I suppose that's true. This castle is rather amazing in how it brings people together.

[kamenriderdeno]

It's one of the things to be thankful for.

I wouldn't be able to make friends [At all, but he'll leave that part out] with people like you if it weren't for the castle.

[thetrudger]

People like me? Ryotaro, I hope you have more friends that are better than me.

[kamenriderdeno]

Um...

[He doesn't know what to make of that really.]

Don't speak like that. You're a good person, Mr.Geoffrey.

Plus everyone here at the castle is too, from what I've seen. It doesn't matter how good they are. I don't think...you could...or should, really, measure how good a person is. It seems unfair.

[thetrudger]

Everyone? Ryotaro, did you know there are murderers here?

1/2

[kamenriderdeno]

There are probably things here far worse than murderers, Mr.Geoffrey.

[There's a pause here, but it's not the usual kind of pause...it's...almost like he's a bit hesitant.]

But I can't lose my faith in the ideal that everyone, at heart, is a good person.

Sometimes I feel like it's the only thing that keeps me going.

Everyone has a reason for doing something...you don't know! Maybe they regret it! Or...or maybe they needed to do it for some reason...maybe they were protecting something or..or..!

Just...!

[Another pause.]

[kamenriderdeno]

...I...know it's naive.

To think that way I mean. You...don't have to say anything. You're probably thinking it already...heh...and I wouldn't blame you for that.

But...please. Don't make me question this.

It's one of the few things I have left I can believe in. I can't...afford to lose it.

Plus it isn't like I'm blind to the truth...if someone admits they did something terrible and don't feel badly for it even I wouldn't ignore something like that...

[thetrudger]

Don't assume what I'm thinking. It is your opinion, and you are free to think that way. I do not find it naive, I simply disagree.

[kamenriderdeno]

Ah...right.

Sorry.

[Laughing...a little...]

I suppose I worry too much about...well, everything.

[thetrudger]

[Chaucer will be so mad at himself for snapping later.]

You really do, Ryotaro.