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Post by Jules on Apr 29, 2008 23:31:12 GMT -5
Today Marie was decked out as per usual. It wasn't that she paticularly enjoyed the corsets, cumbersome gowns and still moving like a dancer whlie weighed down by forty pounds of unecessary fabric, but it was what she was used too, comfortable with. Her hair stood straight up from her scalp, stiff as a board and decorated with strings of pearls like popcorn string on a Christmas tree and dark bows in a straight line down the middle.
Her down was a matching navy blue with frothy white lace framing her neckline and wrists. She was quite the sight to be seen, walking in the Palace Shopping Center. For once she didn't allow herself to become distracted by all the pretty nothings on display. But rather stuck to her missions of purchasing refreshments for the party that was starting to seem like it would never happen.
The cart was impossible to miss, what with the over filling of absoulutely delcious treats and somewhat flowered appearance. Besides, that smell (sweet and tantalizing) permeated the air for miles around the thing.
Marie was almost drawn to it and felt kind of guilty about the sudden urge to completely pig out and ruin her waist line.
She was looking over a batch of chocolate, seemingly fresh off the cob.
"Do you do large orders?" She asked of whoever might be working (she hadn't actually looked at the employee).
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Post by Princess Katie on Apr 30, 2008 0:34:23 GMT -5
“There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, seventeen times as high as the moon;” Nellie chanted in a sing-song voice, braiding the mane of the horse at the front of the stationary produce cart. “Where she was going, I couldn't but ask it, for in her hand she carried a broom.” She tied a ribbon at the end of the braid, the pale blue of the grosgrain ribbon matching Nellie’s blue and yellow striped dress perfectly. A wide-brimmed, flat straw hat perched upon her head, her thick pigtails of ringlets flowing from underneath like little pompoms.
She began to braid another lock of the mane and continue her rhyme when she was addressed by Marie. The shepherdess quickly undid the braid and joined Marie in back of the cart. Wow. Her hair was tall. How did it get that high? Maybe there were wires inside. Or tiny, invisible birds holding it up with string. It wouldn’t be that far of a stretch here.
Nellie stared rather stupidly as her imagination ran away with this hair theory, and blinked quickly out of her stupor. “Errr. Uh. What now, ma’am? Sorry, I weren’t paying attention.”
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Post by Jules on Apr 30, 2008 20:09:09 GMT -5
Marie looked a little annoyed, her wrists crossed prettily infront of her, she leaned over some Swedish Berries and sniffed.
"Large Ordairs." She repeated, slowly looking back up at Nellie, who she had to admit was quite the little picturesque Shepherdess. Marie found herself smiling at the girl. "I'm 'aving a party and I want your food zere. It's famous for it's taste. I zink it will be ze perfect zing to cheer up mon ami."
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Post by Princess Katie on Apr 30, 2008 22:07:10 GMT -5
This girl’s accent was so hard to understand. The French. If there was anything Mr. Peep disliked as much as Nightmares, it was the French. Nellie didn’t quite understand the prejudice, but then again, that accent was totally ridiculous. Nellie was suddenly glad that she didn’t have some kind of silly accent.
But the blatant praise Marie heaped upon the Peeps was more than enough to make up for her Frenchness. Nellie beamed. It was true. Peep Farms’ Candy was farrrr superior to any other’s, Nightmare or Dream. “Oh, large orders, yeah. We takes those loik all the time. What is it exactly, ma’am, thatcher lookin’ for? Bonbons is in season, liquorice is out for a few months more, you know.”
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Post by Jules on Apr 30, 2008 22:18:05 GMT -5
"Whatevair you zink is best. You are ze expert, not me." The girl reminded her of dolls, which she'd always loved (and still did even though it was supposedly 'childish'). And besides, there was a general feeling of youthful...innocence coming from the girl. Half the time (when no one important was around) Marie wouldn't act like she did in the public eye. She shucked her stupid corset and panniers, would take off her make up and shorten her hair and go out and play tag for hours on end with a group of children.
Nellie really reminded her of that.
"I am feeding about ten people. It's not a big party."
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Post by Princess Katie on May 1, 2008 0:28:20 GMT -5
“I’m not an expert, really, jus’ watchin’ my muvver’s cart. But I recommend the almond and milk chocolate bonbons, the lemon drops is real good this season, and them caramel apples are the best anywhere, but they innit exactly dainty t’ eat. You seem like someone ‘oo’d care about somefin’ loik that.” Nellie shrugged and withdrew a leather-bound notebook and a pencil from the front of the cart.
“Okay, so, I guess I’ll just put ya down fer some assorted treaties then. Now, I needs your name, the address, and the date you want ‘em.” She penciled down “asordid’ with a backward ‘s’, and looked back at Marie. “So what kinda party you frowin’? I ‘spected a ball or sumfin, but only ten people don’t make much of a ball.”
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Post by Jules on May 2, 2008 16:02:28 GMT -5
"Non, not a ball. My friend 'as 'ad ze family trouble. And so I want to cheer 'er up. So I zink that your produce would do well. My name is Marie Antoinette, 'ave zem ready as soon as you can."
She smiled at the girl again. "Do you deliver zen, or do I 'ave to come pick zem up?" The girl was hardly literate (she'd peeked over to see the 'asordid') but Marie found it all kind of endearing and was toying with the idea of inviting her.
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Post by Princess Katie on May 4, 2008 2:17:23 GMT -5
“Oh, we delivers, of course, Miss Antoinette. But I’ll need yer address, or the address where you wants ‘em delivered.” Nellie boosted herself up onto the cart to write, swinging her feet off the end. “Soo, ‘oo’s the friend that you’re frowin’ this party for?” The vendor-customer rules of professionalism didn’t quite make it into Nellie’s realm of understanding. “It’s right nice of ya to frow her a party, iff she’s been down ‘n’ all.”
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Post by Jules on May 4, 2008 2:28:14 GMT -5
"Thirty four Laceration Lane. Chimera." She wondered if her being a Nightmare would put the whole deal off. "If you do not delivair to ze Nightmare parts I can come pick zem up." She was slipping out her change purse from a seemingly invisible pocket that must've been hidden by the cut of her dress.
Marie Antoinette also did not miss a chance to name drop. So as nonchalantly as she could she said "Oh, Princess Genvieve."
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Post by Princess Katie on May 4, 2008 2:52:08 GMT -5
“Chimera? Oh…” Nellie looked down over her notebook. “You don’t look much loik a Nightmare, if you don’t mind me sayin’. And, nah, we can still deliver. But it won’t be me, most likely. Me parents aren’t so keen on me wanderin’ around Chimera. They don’t fink it’s safe. So, it’ll prolly be one of me boy cousins t’ deliver it.” Nellie marked down, in her horrible spelling, the address. “You can pay now, or when you gets it, whatever suits you, Miss.”
Nellie ruined Marie’s whole ‘awesome name drop’ technique with equal nonchalance, “Oh, Alexander’ sister? Wot ‘appened in their family that she needs cheerin’ up for?”
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Post by Jules on May 4, 2008 3:22:31 GMT -5
Marie didn't show her surprise, but she sure was feeling it. This cute little country bumpkin was on first name basis with Prince Jerk Alexander?
"I don't know if I should share details, but 'er brothair Armand was injured. It upset everyone. If you know ze family, you should come. I'm sure Genn would love to meet you."
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Post by Princess Katie on May 5, 2008 19:42:08 GMT -5
“Oh, roight, I always forget that they’ve got anuver bruver. ‘E’s alright then, though, yeah?” She asked, tying her little leather notebook shut and storing it in the cash box. At Marie’s invitation, Nellie shook her head wildly, sending her pigtails flopping. “No, tha’s alright, I don’t know the family, really, just Alexander. I’ve met the sister, but just real quick-like. I do not fink I’ll quite fit in, you know?” Not to mention, it would take an act of congress and a long explanation of her recent friendship with Alexander to get her parents to allow her to attend a party hosted by Marie Antoinette.
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Post by Jules on May 5, 2008 20:05:05 GMT -5
Marie was now a little more fixated on getting the girl to come then she would've been if Nellie had actually agreed. "I zink you'd fit in just fine. You could tell your parents I want you to serve at ze party, but of course you'd do no such zing. You could bring Alexander if you wanted."
It would be slightly amusing since he'd sworn to not come. But if Nellie asked him, she was sure he'd come. Because he probably liked the girl alot if he was willing to deal with the sweetness she pratically exuded.
"'Ow do you know Alexandair? And yes, Armand is fine."
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Post by Princess Katie on May 5, 2008 21:16:01 GMT -5
Nellie furrowed her blonde brows as she evaluated Marie slightly skeptically. This girl didn’t even know her and she wanted Nellie to come to her party? Weren’t Nightmares supposed to be stand-offish and mean? This was the third Nightmare she had officially met, and all three of them had been very likeable. This was weird. Could all three of them just be exemptions to the ‘Nightmares=Bad’ rule? Or, as weird as it seems, maybe her dad was wrong. Her pursed lips stretched into a sweet little smile, “Okay, then, if yer sure y’want me.”
After a moment of pondering , Nellie responded, “One of me sheep was tryin’ to eat ‘is socks er somefin, and I jus’ started talkin’ t’ ‘im, I guess?” She wrinkled up her freckly little nose and shrugged, “I know tha’ sounds stupid, but tha’s ‘ow it went.”
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Post by Jules on May 5, 2008 21:29:27 GMT -5
"Great! I'll 'ave to mail you and invitation. I'm not yet sure when it will be. So much to get organized. Your Alexandair burnt down ze place I was planning on 'aving ze party. So I 'ad to reorganize everything! Is big deal and costing me a lot of money. But my friend deserves it."
Marie was throwing this party for Genn, but she didn't really need a reason for one. She just liked having one. "And I would 'ave loved to see a sheep chew on that boy."
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