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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 18:18:55 GMT -7
((should we fast forward or what? I'm kind of at a loss))
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 18:24:33 GMT -7
((Sure....like to where at dinner or something?))
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 18:27:11 GMT -7
((something like that. oh I know, Chris is up in what will be her room, being put into 'suitable' clothes while the other people wait, and Des can be doing whatever downstairs till she comes.))
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 18:32:12 GMT -7
((okay))
Desmond looked around. "Fancy indeed." He thought looking at the brightly polished floor, fine details in the walls, the long stairs, and the pure wood tables. Desmond looked at a candle holder hanging on the wall. He dare not touch it.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 18:38:03 GMT -7
Up in one of the huge bedroom chambers upstairs, Christine stood in front of a large gilded mirror while a maidservant tightly laced up the back of her new dress. It was pale green and silver and was really very pretty, but it felt strangulatory after the clothes she was used to. She really had no idea why this Lord Charles was treating her so hospitably after only knowing of her existence for about seven hours. Maybe it had something to do with her being his long-lost daughter. Eventually she was finished, with her long golden hair all curled up and stuck with pins and powdered almost white, as was the trend, and she went downstairs. She walked down the enormously wide grand staircase to the black-and-white tiled main hall below, where the others were waiting.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 18:42:58 GMT -7
(hah, and Gillette is still a mess.)
Gillette's hair was getting rather long and wild. He brushed it down somewhat with his hand but it barely made a difference. "I feel like a rug rat." Desmond spoke to himself in a low tone.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 18:46:47 GMT -7
Chris walked out from under a dwarfing marble arch into the gigantic dining room. She wasn't quite prepared for the twenty-foot scrolled ceilings, black and white marble pillars on each wall, the vast table with room for thirty people, the thick Persian rug that covered nearly the entire floor. She saw Desmond towards the other end of the room. She thought he looked pretty damn hot with his hair like that, but she wondered why it looked that way when they'd had plenty of time to make themselvges presentable after they'd arrived.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 18:57:15 GMT -7
Desmond was still fooling around with his hair when he caught Christine standing there. He embarrassingly put his hand behind his back smiling slightly. He thought she looked pretty different with her face powered up and her hair cleaned. But she was very pretty, at least that's what he thought.
Anyway, to tell the truth he had no idea where things were in this huge mansion and he saved himself from getting lost by deciding his hair wasn't that important.
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