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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[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.