Rosencrantz

--You could lie there thinking, "Well. At least I'm not dead."

Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. --

*brow furrowing furiously at the wine spatter on the floorboards* He doesn't /need/ a point... *hic* He's /royal/.

Help! It seems that any choice one makes is either meaningless, or not worth making. Please advise! @WuRSTGuru

--*eyebrows raised* Still, it could be worse I suppose… There mightn’t have been /apples/ at all… //

--*elbows propped on his knees, he set to peeling his apple* --

--cross-legged, on the opposite side of the stage* *quietly* All I’m saying is, I should like to have a bit more control… --

--shiver, he watched a sheath of loose-leaf sheets waft across the stage, and sighed heavily sinking to a seat again, --

--*a look of petulance, tinged with worry crossing his face* It's emasculating… *a cold gust of wind eliciting a --

--Always at the whim and mercy of someone else’s vagary… *pausing* It’s unnatural… --

--pointing* The buffeting… *head back nodding, he cast a haunted gaze skyward at a sudden gust of wind* --

--*taking long confident strides, he crossed the stage, pivoting back in a bluster at the edge, --

--surveying their surroundings* *hushed* It’s so bloody familiar… *shaking his head* I’ll tell you what I don’t like… --

--idea where it leads... and yet… *rising to his feet, he bounced experimentally on the floorboards, hands to his hips--

--here we are, with nothing to show for it, and no memory of ever having been here, at any other time in history and no --

--*pausing, he slowly lowered a confused gaze to @RapiersOrRape* *meaningfully* And /Alfred/… And the next, --

--his apple slice* I’ve no recollection. Do you? One minute it’s a game of chance… all sovereign tossing and verbal sparrage… --

--all this… *arm raised, he waved his knife hand, gaze darkening at the stage setting around them, and chewed on --