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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Filtered to Conan
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.]

Comments

[thetrudger]

I... [He hesitates, narrowing his eyes.] I do feel a bit funny, but I thought perhaps the loss of alcohol had done it...

[wilder]

Could be anything. Still...better safe than sorry!

[thetrudger]

Very well. I shall go, if you think it necessary.

[There's some shuffling, and then he comes back to the journal.]

Oh, I forgot. To whom do I owe my thanks?

[wilder]

It's for the best!

[Quickly glancing at doors in the hallway he was wandering out of boredom]

I'm Murphy! Murphy MacManus!

[spiritusaequitas]

[kid you are in for it if this ever gets back to him. you realize this yeah?]

[wilder]

[WHAT ELSE IS NEW! Zelos rarely thinks ahead with these prank ideas okay, it's a thing]