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[myspiriting]

Thou art binding me, madame master, though 'tis in a far better condition than this Ariel hast found himself bound before. Instead of tree, I get a so-called "muse box" to be confined to. And lonely 'tis, until other muses join in. Prithee, shall others come? Or will't be only Ariel?

[That, dear Ariel, depends on other muns with Shakespeare muses!]

Then Ariel shall fly, fly about! And whisper the name of shaxper into the ears of any he shall find!

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[loveandlanguish]

Honestly, Ariel. I'm hurt. Wounded. DEVASTATED.

[myspiriting]

I did not mean to forget thee, Oh great King Oberon! I, and my mistress mun, merely thought the image of a poor, lonesome Ariel would prey upon the emotions of other like muses and make them come more readily!

[loveandlanguish]

I guess that's understandable. It still really stung, though. I may never recover.

And I still think we should have offered free drink or something.

[myspiriting]

I do not think myself able to change the original statement, but shouldst thou desire to, it is within a King's purview to offer drink to anyone he likes.

[loveandlanguish]

Stuck in this place you better believe I'll be drinking anyway. Might as well do it with some company.

And speaking of, we've got to get working on teaching you how to have fun. It may take all of my talents.

[myspiriting]

Now that we have the dedicated space, our lessons may begin.

[loveandlanguish]

Excellent! If I'm going to be trapped in a metaphorical box with a naked uptight fairy, I need a project to be working on it.

I believe our first lesson is going to be named This is What Magic Mushrooms Does to Your Brain.

[myspiriting]

[Ariel wants to protest that he's a spirit, not a fairy, but he's trying to... what's the phrase? ..."Loosen up."]

Oh joyous day! I know of magic and I know of mushrooms already. I am halfway there!

[loveandlanguish]

I can see this going very well, Ariel. Very well indeed.

We really do need to get some new blood in here, though. I am in desperate need of an entourage befitting a king of my status.

[myspiriting]

[Ariel makes a face.]

To be frank, good sir, milady Prospera held a mere Dukedom and had more "status" than thee.

[loveandlanguish]

[Oh no you didn't.]

I know you've been stuck on an island and seriously out of the loop. So I can this once forgive comparing the great dominion of fairy kind to mere mortal land and titles. This once.

Also you are so not getting of this beer now.

[heirofmontague]

Always so trapped?

[myspiriting]

Not so, not so, for kind mistress Prospera set Ariel free once his tasks were complete. 'Tis only now that he is trapped again, of a sort.

[myspiriting]

[Psshht, he didn't want your beer anyway.]

Forgive me, Master.

[loveandlanguish]

[Of course you don't want his beer, because you hate happiness and funtimes.]

Fine, but you better not forget it this time.

[theprincesjester]

And what are you, that thinks thou can whisper a name into a soldier of the prince?

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Yeah, mun, remember we talked about the whole trying to use Shakespearian? Get a bit more practice. I'm modern, but still Benedick, okay?