Bananas for all...!

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A. MAKESHIFT BAKE SALES

[Except it's free.

Nana has carved out a little space on the Quad and set-up a stall -- she actually has a collapsible one, for just this purpose -- and a big sign that says "BANANICE BREAD, COOKIES, AND MUFFINS!" There are little hearts and stars drawn on it for good measure.

And, indeed, there is a cornucopia (plaintainacopia?) on the stall, with baked muffins, slices of banana bread, and cookies. There are also some slices of banana cream pie, though those are in shorter supply. And Nana is behind them, looking cheerful as ever.

There are no price tags.]

B. KATANA PRACTICE TIME

[In the Mythril Cage, Nana has taken some time to work on her sparring. She is wearing a tank top and shorts -- and, for once, her hair isn't pinned up in banana-shaped tails, but is instead in a loose ponytail behind her. Her hair is a lot longer than it looks, normally; it hangs down past her shoulders.

She isn't, at the moment, using her Flame-summoned katanas; she is, instead, using wooden practice swords. She has paired blades in her hands, and has just finished with one of the forms she learned. She swings the blades down, resting the tips against the mats, and sighs.]

Hm, still need some work...

[She murmurs it aloud; probably to herself, but anyone nearby might well hear. She was off in her own little world, and didn't quite notice.]

C. COMING IN AFTER A HIKE (Lumiere 3rd floor)

[Very periodically, Nana goes out into the woods outside of Daybreak for a hike. She doesn't usually tell people when she's leaving; she usually isn't gone for more than a couple hours. It, perhaps, looks like when she is getting some 'her' time.

But today she is rolling in a little after dinner, closer to 8:00 PM, because it took longer. Her hiking boots have a few dried, dead leaves stuck to them -- and her coat has some flecks of snow dust on it, though she wiped most off.

She yawns, stifling it with her hand, as she trudges down the hall.]

D. WILDCARD

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[She puts a hand to her chest, gasping in surprise. She tries to look appropriately, slightly scandalized.]

In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?

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[He crosses his hand over his chest.] To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

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[There is a hint of alarm on her face. But... curiosity, too.]

O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?

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Good madam, let me see your face.

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Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? [Nana usually doesn't sass but she is able to turn on some intense sass here. There's even a little flip of her hair. (She makes a note to let her hair down next time to make it look better.)

Still, there's a relenting, and she smiles a little.] You are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

[Proudly: ] Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't not well done?

[And then with a flourish, she pulls down the hoodie's hood.]

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[Yuya tilts his head, his expression softening in admiration as if Nana was an art piece.] Excellently done, as if God did it all.

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[Nana tries to affect a blush. Then she thinks about Kano holding her hand -- an old mental trick -- and... yeah, that does it.]

'T-tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

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[Yuya's expression lights up as how quickly Nana blushes on command. He almost breaks character in his excitement, before reminding himself Viola is supposed to be a lot more suave.

He clears his throat.] 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

[And then Yuya crosses his hand over his heart, closing his eyes.] Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy.

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[Nana feigns some regaining of her composure; after all, Olivia is supposed to be a lady. She straightens her back, and gives Yuya an appraising look.]

O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth.

[There's a tug of a smile at her lips. Yuya can certainly put on the suaveness when he needs to.]

Were you sent hither to praise me?

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I see you what you are, you are too proud. [Yuya opens his eyes with a smirk.] But... if you were the devil, you are fair.

[With a flourish he holds his hands out wide--it's a presentative gesture.] My lord and master loves you: O, such love could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd the nonpareil of beauty!

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[Nana puts her hand over her chest, her face flushed again.

But... maybe, she gets a hint of disappointment there. Just a flicker of it.]

How does he love me?

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With adorations! [Yuya presses his hands to his heart, fingers threaded together as his voice rises with fervor.] Fertile tears, with groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

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[Nana looks, for a moment, stunned.

Then she shakes her head, firmly.] Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him: yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; in voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant; and in dimension and the shape of nature...

[She looks down, sadly, and brings a hand over her heart. Her voice is firm, too. ] ...A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; he might have took his answer long ago.

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[Yuya's shoulders sink a little, as does his expression.] If I did love you in my master's flame, with such a suffering, such a deadly life... in your denial I would find no sense. I would not understand it.

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[Nana looks away, pointedly.] ...Why, what would you?

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[One hand on his heart (with the script) and the other held out, palm up in invitation as Yuya almost kneels. He starts soft but his voice is caught with a sense of urgency.] Make me a willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love and sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!'

[Yuya sighs, dropping his hand.] Oh, You should not rest between the elements of air and earth, but you should pity me.

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[Oooh, that's good, Nana thinks. She actually does stumble for a second, appreciating the acting -- but she plays it off as Olivia being stunned herself.

She raises a hand to her lips.

There is a long look, before she remembers herself; she shakes her head, as if to clear it or to deny something.]

You might do much. What is your parentage?

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[Yuya takes a breath, shoulders easing.] Above my fortunes, yet my state is well. I am a gentleman.

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[Nana sighs, glancing down at the ground.] Get you to your lord; I cannot love him: let him send no more.

[Then, she looks back at Yuya. She slides a hand to the pocket of the hoodie, before pulling out a small cloth bag (which actually has nothing in it).]

Unless, perchance, you come to me again, to tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

[She offers the little bag.]

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[Yuya holds his hand up, turning his face away slightly in denial.] I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse: my master, not myself, lacks recompense. Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; And let your fervor, like my master's, be placed in contempt!

[Then he dives into a sweeping bow, letting the motion linger.] Farewell, fair cruelty.

[Yuya stands straight, offering Nana a coy smile before turning to walk out.

Or, more actually, walk around behind the couch.]

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[Nana watches him go without another word, sliding the little bag back into her coat pocket. Once Yuya has hidden behind the couch, her shoulders slump, and she sighs.

And then smiles, a little.] 'What is your parentage?' [She mimics his voice.] 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.'

[She laughs, smiling more, and putting her fingers to her chin.] I'll be sworn thou art; thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft!

[Nana paces back and forth, animatedly; even excited.]

Unless the master were the man. How now! Even so quickly may one catch the plague Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth to creep in at mine eyes. [She sighs, fondly, then. Nana taps a finger against her cheek.] Well, let it be.

[She looks to the side, as if answering something heard off-stage.] What ho, Malvolio!

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[There's a second of silence when Nana finished her monologue before Yuya springs up from behind the couch, grinning with excitement.]

That was amazing! If I didn't know better, I'd have no idea you were playing against type.

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[Nana turns around, and grins as Yuya surfaces.] You think so? I'm glad! I guess it just came to me as I was saying the lines...

You were fantastic, Yuya! You really knocked it out of the park. So suave!

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[Yuya laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.] I'm glad! I know, she has to be a real romantic and all...

[He drops his script on the couch, leaning over the back of it.] I know the big play isn't until the fall, but you think we can get enough people to do the smaller spring play this year?

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Mm-hm!

[Nana considers, wrinkling her nose for a moment. She should get on top of that. If they're doing a spring play, they need to start now.]

I think so. If... we do the bee script for spring, we need to be sure it's ready to go. We might also be able to do a summer play, if we're ambitious.

But we'll need scripts, um, really soon. And start casting.