Geoffrey Tennant

[visitation]

GEOFFREY TENNANT。
"A theatre is an empty space and as per the four-hundred-year-old stage direction, we begin with a "tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning". It is a storm of color and sound-- A dense, unnatural storm. And we see it in glimpses, and flashes, as Miranda would have seen it. We see fragments of the horror, and our minds provide the details. The lights churn and swell like the sea--Ah nuts."	NEW READ JOURNAL CREDIT

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[visitation]

[ Geoffrey doesn't know where Ray left his keys, despite being right there when he did it, but that's alright, his mind is elsewhere, thinking about the familiar voice on the phone as he heads into the other room to join him.

Ray isn't looking at him. Like. Determinedly not looking at him. It's weird, so Geoffrey fumbles up close behind him, looking over his shoulder as the phone keeps ringing. It's probably the guy on the phone ringing back. Not that him ringing back makes any sense if they're 'going to the Canadian place', right? Not much of this makes a lot of sense though, so it's probably best just to ride it out. Like a bad production. ]

I'm not sure I can handle revealing more than I already have--unless you'd like to take something off, in which case I can get behind that.

[ Stripping in the park, after all. They could go streaking again. There's still some moonlight left before the sun rises. ]

Or in front of it, actually. Whatever you like best.

[ He touches Ray's elbow. ]

Hey. Do I get to know what has you so shaken up? I think I have a right to know, don't you?