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realityshifted2009-11-30 08:14 am
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✘ et in Arcadia ego
[An attractive 18-year-old boy appears on the Plane]
[He happens to be holding a large teddy in his arms]
I say, Boy, if this is a trick, it is a very elaborate one, though you could have at least dragged Charles into it too. Of course, I shan't be terribly angry at you about it, but I don't know if Aloysius will be so forgiving, [now addressing the bear] will you, you sulky old bear? You are too harsh on people. I don't know where you picked it up. Certainly not from me.
[Sebastian looks around now, wide-eyed, pulling the bear to his chest. He squints, as if that could possibly make sense of this]
This is a bit too much for Boy, though. And the floor! It's a bit much even for Antoine. He wouldn't have left me alone, would he have...
[now uncertain, almost scared]
[and then, he smiles, easy and whimsical]
Or I've been killed while I wasn't paying attention. Oh, damn, but I had hoped to say goodbye at least to Charles and perhaps Cordelia. [looks at Aloysius again] I thought you weren't allowed to bring anything material with you? Or are you representative of my good deeds? I hardly expected that you would be. I hardly expected any of this. This is nothing like what I expected at all.
I wonder how it is that I died? Perhaps I was sleeping just now and I didn't notice. I think Julia would say that's a bore.
[tossing Aloysius up into the air and then catching him] So am I just meant to wait for an angel to turn up? I wish I had studied it all a bit more. Perhaps they'll say that at my funeral, that it's a shame I went to Eton and not Stonyhurst, as of course I would have had a much better education at Stonyhurst and would not make a mistake at heaven's door, and we can't be certain I shan't spend all of eternity out of God's Grace, all because she let papa take control of my education. Poor mummy. I wonder if I shall meet my namesake? I should like to ask him if he is at all bothered by all those artists painting him riddled with arrows and spreading misconceptions about his death. I suppose I'll find out.
[Sebastian sits, bear in his lap, and decides to wait]
[He happens to be holding a large teddy in his arms]
I say, Boy, if this is a trick, it is a very elaborate one, though you could have at least dragged Charles into it too. Of course, I shan't be terribly angry at you about it, but I don't know if Aloysius will be so forgiving, [now addressing the bear] will you, you sulky old bear? You are too harsh on people. I don't know where you picked it up. Certainly not from me.
[Sebastian looks around now, wide-eyed, pulling the bear to his chest. He squints, as if that could possibly make sense of this]
This is a bit too much for Boy, though. And the floor! It's a bit much even for Antoine. He wouldn't have left me alone, would he have...
[now uncertain, almost scared]
[and then, he smiles, easy and whimsical]
Or I've been killed while I wasn't paying attention. Oh, damn, but I had hoped to say goodbye at least to Charles and perhaps Cordelia. [looks at Aloysius again] I thought you weren't allowed to bring anything material with you? Or are you representative of my good deeds? I hardly expected that you would be. I hardly expected any of this. This is nothing like what I expected at all.
I wonder how it is that I died? Perhaps I was sleeping just now and I didn't notice. I think Julia would say that's a bore.
[tossing Aloysius up into the air and then catching him] So am I just meant to wait for an angel to turn up? I wish I had studied it all a bit more. Perhaps they'll say that at my funeral, that it's a shame I went to Eton and not Stonyhurst, as of course I would have had a much better education at Stonyhurst and would not make a mistake at heaven's door, and we can't be certain I shan't spend all of eternity out of God's Grace, all because she let papa take control of my education. Poor mummy. I wonder if I shall meet my namesake? I should like to ask him if he is at all bothered by all those artists painting him riddled with arrows and spreading misconceptions about his death. I suppose I'll find out.
[Sebastian sits, bear in his lap, and decides to wait]

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