Oh right, you guys probably don't have Billy Shakes. It's a play from back home about this dude who kills the king, becomes the king, and then does a whole lot more killing once he's on the throne. Fun little story about paranoia.

[she shrugs, the heavy shoulders of her coat rising and falling. it feels nice around her. maybe she'll make it part of her regular wardrobe even one the winter is gone.]

Saying the name of the play is also super cursed, if you believe theater tradition. Supposed to bring bad luck to anyone who says it.