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[a_different_future]

"I was afraid you were going to say that," which is why he's already planning to put up a post offering the idea sometime soon.

"If nothing else, it'll at least be a challenge."

[notrosecolored]

"It'll be a nice diversion from the usual bullshit and it might get some more people interested in Shakespeare." Who knew. "I'll look forward to watching it."

[a_different_future]

"Not going to take a part yourself?"

Yes, he's baiting him. Or maybe teasing him. Or he might just be curious.

[notrosecolored]

"I don't even have the acting skills to pull of functional person about thirty percent of the time. Pretending to be someone else is probably a leap too far." He's teasing - and baiting - and answering truthfully.

[a_different_future]

"You say that like I'm expecting Oscar-worth performances," he points out with a bit of a chuckle.

[notrosecolored]

"I say that like I've met me." He smiles with it, though.

[a_different_future]

"It think you could be a fabulous Oberon," and yes, he's keeping a straight face.

[notrosecolored]

He starts to say something then stops. "Erskine would be good."

[a_different_future]

"I wouldn't waste that kind of charisma on such a small role," he says with a raise of an eyebrow. "But I was planning to ask him."

[notrosecolored]

"See if you can find someone who gets gruesomely murdered." Just, you know, suggestions. "Maybe dismembered."

[a_different_future]

That gets a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I wasn't planning on doing Titus Andronicus, but it could be interesting at some point."

[notrosecolored]

"Isn't there one with cannibals?"

He's not being completely serious, but he's tired and crabby and oh, wait, circling back to dark and morbid. "You're going to be in this play, right?"

[a_different_future]

"That one has cannibalism," he admits, "but no, I wasn't intending to be in it myself. At least at the moment. Someone has to keep things running in the right direction."

[notrosecolored]

Can someone eat Erskine, Clark? That would be nice. "You'd be good at either, but I think you'd have more fun with the frustration of directing."

[a_different_future]

"I figured as such. Especially since I'd be the one proposing it."

[notrosecolored]

"As hypocritical as it is coming from me, proposing a thing doesn't mean you have to be in charge of it. " He's heard delegation is something people do occasionally.

[a_different_future]

"And can you imagine who might pop up to volunteer to run it?"

The two most obvious names are the ones that make him sort of facefall.

"No, thank you."

[notrosecolored]

"Bill, Erskine, and Lark?" Those are the obvious ones to him, but he's kind of living under a rock.

[a_different_future]

"Well, you came up with three," he admits, "but the answer remains the same. Mostly because of Bill, frankly, but I'm not about to leave it up to chance."

[notrosecolored]

"If I wasn't aware of the impossibility and futility of it, I'd demote myself to get rid of him." Just honestly. "And I think delegating is choosing who does it, not leaving it to chance."

[a_different_future]

"One, once it's out of your hands it's out of your hands," he points out, "and two, while Bill and I have something of an accord" the kind of accord that kept him from getting demoted, "I'd rather not test it with watching him deface Shakespeare."

[notrosecolored]

"I don't want to talk about any accord anyone has with Bill." Just, you know, tossing it out there because he hates that fucking triangle more than Sinister and that's saying something.

[a_different_future]

"No 'deal', if you're worried," he says, a little more quietly. "That particular kind of evil is one I'm well aware to avoid."

[notrosecolored]

"That's... reassuring." He knows - "I know you're smarter than that, but the barge has a way of making things happen."

[a_different_future]

"If it happened, I'd leave the barge," he says firmly. Firmly. There is nothing worth letting his power and his body be used by someone else. Nothing. And if this damnable ship let it happen, it would be the kind of betrayal he wouldn't let happen twice. "You'd find me back in your world, shopping with Emma."