Canon is Technically 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead', but Shakespeare is close enough.

[gyldensterne]

Yes but can you sustain it? That is really the question - and the answer to which all depends upon.

For a certain definition of 'all'. And a certain definition of 'depends', too, I should imagine.

It would be easier to manage with some backup, that's all I'm saying. I won't even much complain that you seem a bit... adrift, if you catch my meaning, as to where you even intend to place me.

So long as it's not on any boats!

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I think I love you a little.

[gyldensterne]

It's not a matter of liking or disliking, it's a matter of - of - duty, I suppose. Though now that we seem to be free of it, I'm not sure I like that at all.

What I want to know is -

[He seems to have lost his train of thought, and for a moment he struggles, before the light dawns again and he realizes that he actually does have a notion of something that he wants, and that's an unfamiliar sensation that's altogether new.]

What I want to know is what we're supposed to do now!

:D I am having such a good time with this thread omg

[conspiracyofcartographers]

[He is completely at a loss, looking back pretty blankly.]

I don't know.

[He looks around, as if expecting something to happen.

Usually something does happen at these parts.]

No one's told me to do anything yet.

Totally yes! So happy. :)

[gyldensterne]

No one's told either of us.

[Usually the scenery bursts apart and a plethora of royals sweeps them up in fate, or the players appear to tie them in knots, but it seems today they are not so (un)lucky?

He crosses his arms and waits, eyeing their surroundings suspiciously until some time has passed.]

Could it possibly be that we are no longer required?

[conspiracyofcartographers]

[He tries to think about this, but he's not really coming up with anything.

But the lack of confusing interruptions is disturbing him.]

Well.

We were dead.

[A thought comes to him, albeit a bit slowly.]

Maybe this is heaven?

[He's not sure he likes this possibility.]

[gyldensterne]

We - we can't have been dead, and then have ceased to be so. Unless we're un-dead.

[A brief examination ascertains that both are breathing and that Rosencrantz flinches when he is pinched hard on the arm.]

There, see? Perhaps we only thought we were dead.

[He doesn't much seem to like that notion either, that this is heaven.]

Well if it is, it seems somewhat lacking in divinity. And answers!

[conspiracyofcartographers]

Ow!

[HE DIDN'T LIKE THAT. He rubs his arm and looks annoyed.]

I don't recall us ever getting many answers before.

[gyldensterne]

Well of course not. But it seems to me that...

It seems to me that heaven, being so full of divinity, there should be all sorts of answers, shouldn't there? Big answers - isn't that part of the definition?

If we're elevated, so to speak, we should know the answer to why we're here.

[conspiracyofcartographers]

Then maybe it isn't heaven.

Maybe it's the other way around.

[He looks around.]

Though it doesn't seem nearly hot enough.

[gyldensterne]

It doesn't, but it seems more likely doesn't it?

Perhaps we've been the other place all along, in which case this is just another aspect in our torment.

[conspiracyofcartographers]

Eternal torment of unanswered questions and lack of purpose?

[A pause.]

Sounds about right.