Introducing Benvolio

[keep_the_peace]

Waking up in a strange bedroom, in a strange house, was bad enough, but then when Benvolio finally made his way to the front door he was greeted by snow outside. Summer might be coming to an end, but it definitely is not snow weather yet, nor is Benvolio dressed for such, in his black silk doublet, black and blue trimmed trunk hose, and black stockings. He does have shoes on, thankfully, though he can't imagine how he would have fallen asleep wearing shoes. It's not like he's had much opportunity to celebrate to the point of blacking out lately, after all.

Regardless, he takes one look at the snow outside and decides to shut the door and instead turn his attention to the table covered in different pamphlets and papers. He has many questions.

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[georgianosity]

"You know, Shakespearean language and that. Where are you from, then?"

[keep_the_peace]

“I know not what that is,” he admits truthfully, because sometimes certain gods of Drama learn their lesson and finally stop telling everyone they’re fictional as soon as they meet them. “I am from Verona, same as Mercutio, an thou knowest him.”

[georgianosity]

Ooooh, not from MacUseless at all, from Rom + Jul!! Georgia knows all about that one. Well, she only got as far as being cast before she got whisked away to Boring Abbey, and she didn't exactly read it before the auditions, but she got the gist. "Oh, well then of course you wouldn't know what Shakespearean is. It's a bit like how fish don't have a word for water, isn't it? Er, or is it that they have fifty words for water, or something like that? I guess they'd have to be pretty thick not to have a word for water, being fish and all, but well, they are fish, if you see what I mean." Oh wait, this is the kind of ramble that makes Masimo look at her funny. "Er, I'm Georgia."

[keep_the_peace]

Look, he's got no clue what she's going on and on about, but he's used to that kind of thing. "'Tis great to meet thee, Georgia. Hast thou lived here long? I have only just arrived recently."

[georgianosity]

"Um, yes, quite a while actually. You'll probably be here for a while too, this place doesn't much like letting go of people. Which—" Wait, it's probably not polite to ask which character from Rom + Jul are you? "That is, what's your name? And—you wouldn't happen to secretly be an ancient god, or cursed to look younger, and secretly between forty and four thousand years old? One cannot be too careful."

[keep_the_peace]

"I am Benvolio, mere human, and eighteen years of age." The incredibly specific questions don't phase him, because he's realized this place is unusual too, and also because he's just used to ridiculousness.

[georgianosity]

Oh my giddy god. Georgia realizes far too late that she is in the presence of an actual real life boy her age. It would be a bit embarrassing to fancy a Shakespeare character—it seems like the kind of thing Nauseating P. Green would find thrilling—but Claudius is alright, so maybe it's not too tragically uncool

Georgia wishes for the first time in her entire life that she'd paid more attention to the school play. Who on God's green earth is Benvolio?? She's seen the name a lot, so he must share scenes with Mercutio, since she'd definitely skimmed her lines at some point. But she has no other knowledge. Is he groovy? How far has he got on the snogging scale? Does he like girls with a full face of makeup or just a little lippy and mascara to enhance their natural beautosity????

She's nearly forgotten all her boy entrancing maneuvers. She sucks her nose in and gives Benvolio the sexy smile with her tongue behind her teeth that supermodels supposedly do. "Erm, that is so funny, my last boyfriend was eighteen." Wait... Georgia is suddenly filled with doubtosity. The Mansion has its annoying little tricks. "Er, you haven't got a boyfriend, have you?"

[keep_the_peace]

"I assume thou dost not mean simply a friend who is a boy, ay?"

[georgianosity]

"Well, no." Dave the Laugh flashes into her mind. Get out, Dave!! "Unless it's the sort of friend you snog."

[keep_the_peace]

There's a few things he can assume she means by the word 'snog', and none of them are things he has done with any of his friends¹. "Then in that case, nay, I have no boy-friend."



1. Unfortunately :(

[georgianosity]

"Oh!" Georgia perks up. Wait, aren't those Rom + Jul tossers all from Pizza-a-gogo? In that case she has a wealth of experience in seducing Italian Stallions. Well, Masimo never really responded about being her boyfriend, but he was definitely, er, entranced by her wiles. Probably. "Shall we go for a cappuccino sometime?"

[keep_the_peace]

He blinks. "I am sorry, I know not what that is."

[georgianosity]

"Oh, they probably hadn't invented it yet in your time. It's sort of a coffee with a load of foam on top, and you have to be careful or you'll get a foam mustache, which can be a bit humiliating in a date-type situation."

[keep_the_peace]

"Oh! Coffee! I know coffee." He doesn't know what a 'date-type situation' is though, but he's glad enough to be back on a topic he knows about, that he is willing to gloss over the end bit of what she said. This is probably a mistake, but he doesn't know it yet.