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Post by Jules on Mar 3, 2008 18:07:51 GMT -5
Marie Atoinette had things spinning. Servants (well, to be politically correct, employees. But she still called them servants) ran to and forth, decorating and arranging to her specifications.
"Non! What are you doing? Zat does not go with zat!" She waved her arms frantically as if the dubious looking maid was about to set off an explosion. Colors that clashed had that effect on Marie. When things had been set right and she could breath (kind of) again, Miss Atoinette deemed herself worthy of a break. Her voice was hoarse, which happened more easily with her then others because of the extra strain it was to get the voice up through a mouth that technically wasn't connected to her lungs anymore.
Her gloved hands checked the lacey blue choker around her neck, tips grazing over the teardrop pearl that hung from it, making sure all was in place before she swooped into her seat in such a way that the skirts of her ruffley dress fell properly.
It was a talent. As was the bringing about of the hairdo on her head. Her massive amounts of white curls had been swept up, tangling neatly and precisely with several blue feathers. It looked completely over the top, and yet she pulled it off wonderfully. Like she always did. Not many other people could get away with the styles she got away with. But not many people were Marie Antoinette.
She beckoned forth a waitress and ordered a glass of wine.
"And none of zat watered down 'orse piss you gave me last time."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 18:15:18 GMT -5
"Miss Antoinette?" she asked. After receiving a very I-question-your-sanity look, she was directed to one of the upstairs halls where some kind of event was being put into preparation. Of course.
Samantha always dressed up a bit more than usual when she was going to see Marie. How mortifying would it be to seem dirt-common next to her? She approached her friend with a bright smile. "Miss Antoinette!" she greeted, sweeping forward and air-kissing both her cheeks.
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Post by Jules on Mar 3, 2008 18:27:53 GMT -5
Marie's arms went around Samantha's neck so widely that they barely touched the other girl. She followed suite and air-kissed her back.
"Miss Cross!" She replied pleasantly, drawing abashed looks from the servants. Obviously, she wasn't the same way with friends. It wasn't like she could be friends with every maid and janitor that crossed her path (or any, for that matter). "Sit, please. Would you like a glass of wine?" She asked, already motioning for the waitress.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 18:41:54 GMT -5
"Thank you," she replied to the wine, knowing some was already on its way. The waitress brought the wine and she sipped it. It was strong, and rich, probably very rare too. Samantha swallowed once and set it down. Her alcohol tolerance was almost non-existent.
"And what sort of soiree, pray tell, are you planning now?" she asked, eyeing the surroundings with interest.
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Post by Jules on Mar 3, 2008 19:59:28 GMT -5
Marie looked around, resembling a mother hen looking over her chicks for a moment (a supremely stylish and not pigeon-chested mother hen, that is). She watched Samantha take babysteps with her wine and smiled. It was neat to think that techinically, Sam was older then her.
"Oh." She waved a hand dismissevly, as though she hadn't worked quite hard (talking and planning, not physical labor of course). "Just a little part to lighten ze mood." It seemed people needed cheering up lately. Especially Genn. She leaned forward, hand to her neck to keep things from rolling off and gave a pretty little sigh.
"It's secretly to cheer up Genn since whatevair happened to 'er brother happened. She's not been ze same since, and I 'ate to see a friend so sad."
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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 5, 2008 0:30:07 GMT -5
“Crawford,” Genn began, addressing the little two-headed dog on her lap, “what do you say we go visit our dear friend Marie, hm? We’re in the neighborhood and all.”
The dog, surprisingly enough, didn’t answer, so Genn took that as a ‘yes’. So, she directed the driver to Marie’s address. She had to wrap up in her required Dreamland uniform of gloves, giant sunglasses, long sleeves, and a scarf wrapped over her head and shoulders just for the walk from her carriage to the front door. The Dream Territory sun was brutal for those of Vampire heritage.
Genevieve gave the doorman a winning smile, and breezed right past him. Princesses do not need to be shown in. She breezed right upstairs, doggie in arms, and called out, “Marie, dear, are you terribly busy? I was on my way back from the Palace and I thought I’d stop by to say hel—oh.” Genn paused in the doorway of the hall Marie and Samantha were in. It looked awfully busy in there.
She slid her sunglasses half-way down her nose, examining the room. “Am I crashing a party? Sorry, I should have called ahead!”
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 5, 2008 1:04:41 GMT -5
"Genn!" Samantha said brightly, waving at her friend. "Well, clearly not, my dear, as a party simply isn't one if you're not there. Join us, won't you? We were just getting caught up."
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Post by Jules on Mar 5, 2008 1:17:06 GMT -5
"Yes, yes. Not interupting at all."
Nevermind the party was for her and she wasn't supposed to find out about it until the night of. She could just hide it, pretend it was for something else. Or just not mention anything and escape having to lie.
"Come! Sit! 'ave some wine with us." The waitress had learned by now, and was already brining a third glass.
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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 6, 2008 0:47:28 GMT -5
Genn didn’t have to be asked in twice. She immediately began unwrapping her sun-proof layers, revealing a sleeveless sky blue and white number. It was rather plain; she wasn’t planning on going anywhere she had to show off. None the less, that inherited Belladonna Beauty was not dulled by her lack of adornment.
“No thanks, I’m not much of a drinker,” she politely declined, handing the wine-maid her wrap, coat, and sunglasses. “I’ll take some sparkling water with lemon instead. Thanks.” She set Crawford down on the floor, and rushed over to give the standard air-kiss-greeting to her friends.
“How are you, ladies? What are you planning, Marie, dearest? That color combonation is just fantastic!”
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 6, 2008 1:10:08 GMT -5
"I thought so too," Samantha mused, giving said color combination an appreciative glance. She coughed discreetly, sending a pointed look at Marie from the corner of her eye. Were they going to make something up?
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2008 1:33:33 GMT -5
"I'm planning a party for my aunt. I'm not even invited! But she's just awful at anything to do with color so I 'ave to 'elp 'er."
Marie put on a very convincing look of exasperation, but when she scooped up her wine, she winked at Samantha, when she was sure the girl would be the only one to see.
"But besides family burdens, I am very good! How about you?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 7, 2008 0:59:31 GMT -5
“Ah, you’re too good Marie. Planning an event that you’re not even attending? It looks like you’ve been working quite hard, too!” Genn thanked the maid for her water, and seated herself next to Marie and Samantha.
She sighed heavily. It was good to be around her dear friends. It was good to be able to just chatter senselessly. “I’m alright. Family issues here, but I’m sure you know, word travels fast and all. But I really don’t feel like talking about anything really depressing, so how’s your life, Samantha?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 7, 2008 15:07:32 GMT -5
She smiled slightly at Marie's wink, and then turned to Genn. She patted her hand consolingly. "It's so very tragic what happened to Armand. How is he?" And, she hoped it hadn't really been a suicide attempt like half of the rumors were saying.
She scoffed flippantly. "Oh, the same, I'm sure. Practice as dull as ever. I told you how David Kingsby and I had an encounter and didn't kill each other. And I'm having sort of a lunch date with that knight, Gavin whats-his-name," very improper of her to say so, but she was among friends, "We're just having tea, but he's very sweet, in his own way."
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Post by Jules on Mar 7, 2008 19:15:11 GMT -5
"You've been mentioning those two alot lately Miss Cross. I think there's something there." She smiled at her friend playfullly and looked to Genn.
"And you! We won't talk about it if you do not want to, but I'll just say I am sorry to 'ear about it, and I am 'ere if you need me."
Marie then stood up, and yelped. The maid the yelp was directed at jumped violently and dropped the glassware she'd been about to place on one of the tables.
"You fool! I said fine china, not glass. Are you so stupid that you cannot tell ze difference!? Let me 'elp you. Glass is ze on you can see through!"
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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 9, 2008 2:10:13 GMT -5
Genn sipped contemplatively at her water before answering. “Armand is doing much better. Definitely not one hundred percent yet, but mother has stopped hovering around him twenty-four-seven, so I figure that’s my sign to stop worrying so much.” Ugh. What happened to not talking about sad stuff? Hurry, wrap this up, “Thanks for your concern, ladies.” Nicely played.
“The knight from the ball was a real knight dressed as a knight? That’s kind of lame! What’s the point of that? Sweet he may be, but creative he is not.” Genevieve tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, apparently amused, “But if he’s nice and taking you to tea, then by all means, do enjoy yourself!” Genn sighed, preparing herself to complain about her seriously painful lack-of-dates. However, Marie circumvented such an event by suddenly shrieking. Genn jumped significantly, a bit of her water sloshing over her cup and onto the front of her dress. Oh, real smooth, Graceful Princess of Nightmares. It really was a good thing she didn’t take the wine.
“Oh, Marie, she probably just forgot what you told her earlier.” Genn put a hand on Marie’s shoulder, trying to calm her down a bit, “Give her a break. She’s probably trying to remember a billion color combinations and napkin-and-flower matching.”
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