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bakerstreet2013-06-16 07:59 pm
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The IC Anon Questions Meme
The IC Anon Questions Meme!

How this works.
✪Post with your Character! Name and series go in the header.
✪Go find another character! Go anon and ask them questions. They can be as ridiculous, serious or random as you want.
✪Go answer the ones people have left for you!
✪Go find another character! Go anon and ask them questions. They can be as ridiculous, serious or random as you want.
✪Go answer the ones people have left for you!
Hamlet | ...so there's this play with monologuing and poison and skulls...
Re: Hamlet | ...well, yeah, so there's this play...
(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Of course. of course.
To be fair, if truth be told, I am a fool, and one of the worst sort; I may well be called a fool possessed of reason.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 04:33 am (UTC)(link)no subject
You have a way of simplifying matters to absurdity. Is obeisance to one's elders not to be lauded? Does respect count for nothing?
What is more, you may be certain that I did note take his words lightly or adhere without deliberation.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 08:28 am (UTC)(link)no subject
On returning to Elsinore, I found that death is not so momentous a matter to most of the world. It is rote, it is familiar, and so to die is to be quickly forgotten, your life the whispering of a memory that cannot linger long. What, then, is the value of engagement? Why maintain such struggles when they come so soon to naught? Aside from my father's mandate, there was no solidity to be found, and there was nothing left to craft life for.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 07:06 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Such shocking news as I received could hardly have been brushed aside, and it seemed unwise to dismiss the pleas of a familiar ghost. If nothing else, I owed my father the duty of investigation; from there, the seedling simply grew.
And you must understand that consuming though it became, this was not the only venture that constituted my existence. I counted myself a son and a student (among other roles) before I became a man of schemes and murder.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 05:23 am (UTC)(link)no subject
You must ask the lady, yourself; a gentleman never speaks of such matters. It is not my place.
And I know your ways. If I agree, you will celebrate the conquest with raucous laughter. If I deny the accusation, you will construe my meaning into assent. I tell you, you must ask Ophelia.
Take her flowers, when you go.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 06:51 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Nor was I so slack as you imagine. Observation and close planning are not preparations to be overlooked, nor can they be enacted without some span of time. The infinite being may act beyond time; we are not so gifted.
Am I a coward? Perhaps. Doubtless. The concerns you've so deftly noted all entered my mind, but none spoke its full governance. There is never one answer, never any simple summarizing of events.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 08:33 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Fundamentally, they differ but in shades. They might just as well be called Rosenstern and Guildencrantz, or vice versa.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Sad to be a man whose friends are practically unnamed and interchangable. Not fully trusting them as even they do not know who they are. One might start talking to daggers and seeing treachery in every eye.
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I did believe better of them, once. be that to my credit or my shame.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-20 12:43 am (UTC)(link)no subject
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
i love you and everything you stand for
(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 12:23 am (UTC)(link)any regrets?
hamlet is pleased to have occasion to speak, aheh.
The end in no way met my expectations.