Playing Messenger

[Princess Katie]

Genevieve nearly knocked one of the stagehands out with her flailing. “Has anyone seen Monsieur de Sang? ANYONE?” She screeched, “Please, does anyone know where Julien de Sang is?!” Her eyes were puffy and red from the teary carriage ride over. Sure, she didn’t know what was going on, but she knew that it was worth crying over. One if her brothers was possibly bleeding out on the foyer loveseat.

Another urge of panic hit her, and she decided for a more direct approach. “JULIEN! JULIENNNN! IT’S REALLY IMPORTANT, ” she screamed through cupped hands, “MORE IMPORTANT THAN…ANYTHING EVER!”

Pleasepleaseplease don’t be out doing something random and useless.

[Maestro]

Iseabail had not been expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen today. So when the earthquake happened, she knew that something was up. What, well, that was a different story.

Rehearsal was over (she had been going over some difficult passages from Tosca) and she was walking back to her room when she heard someone yelling for Julien. Picking up her skirts, she dashed to where the commotion was, looking around for the questor.

"Aye, I know where Julien is," she called out, seeing Genn. "Come with me; I can take ye to him." She heard the panic in Genn's voice and without waiting for an answer, began practically running to Julien's room. Assuming that Genn was following her, she stopped at the tenor's door and knocked, urgently.

[Marguerite]

Chord, chrord, chord?

Julien paused in the midst of his currently very terrible composition. Someone was calling for him? Hm. He hadn't skipped rehearsal that day, he hadn't forgotten his and October's anniversary, or her birthday (wait... no, still a good boyfriend), he hadn't done anything particualrly stupid recently... Well, he was stumped. Why could they want him?

Julien flicked his quill into the mess on his floor, stretched, and opened the door. He was deeply shocked to see Genn, obviously in tears, standing next to Iseabail.

"What's ze mattair?" Julien asked, sweeping Genn up into a hug. "Are you alright, ma petite?"

[Princess Katie]

Genevieve could have positively kissed Iseabail. “Thank you so much, Miss McDonald,” Genn breathed, clutching her collarbone.

When Julien opened the door (took his sweet time, too!), Genn immediately clung to him. “I’m fine,” she sniffed, “but Armand’s not. He's hurt. I… I dunno what happened, I was in the back feeding the peacocks and Mother called me in and she was holding Armand and he was bleeding. A lot! And I don’t know what happened but I’m really scared whatifhedies?!”

[Maestro]

Iseabail didn't answer; she just flashed Genn a half-smile, infected with the other girl's panic.

At Genn's words, any color that Iseabail normally had flooded out of her face. Pale as a piece of new sheet music, she managed to say "Armand..." before she registered the rest of Genn's sentence. Oh, God. There was no way that they would be able to leave her behind, now. Even if they did, she'd find her own way to the castle.

"Geàrrach ifrinn," she whispered, slipping into Gaelic. Crossing herself quickly, she said a short prayer, asking for Armand's safety. "I'm coming with ye," she murmured, to no one in particular.

[Marguerite]

Julien stared blankly at Genn. "Wait, what?"

Mental translation finishing in three... two... one.... "Armand? Nom de Dieu!" Julien grabbed his coat and hastily pulled it on. "He won't die," Julien said, with much more confidence than he felt. How could this happen? Armand was careful! "Let's go! Allons-y! Dieu! Moment s'il te plait."

Julien dashed back into his room and scribbled out a letter to October before running back out. "Allez, allez! Go, go!" He ushered them both into the carriage and then jumped in himself, mangling his English just enough to convince the driver they were in a serious hurry.