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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 19:01:49 GMT -7
Charles started saying something about looking stunning and wouldn't shut up, but Chris wasn't paying attention. She walked quietly and rather self-consciously to a spot at the table and seated herself. Everyone else did the same, I'm assuming, because a stream of servants soon appeared bringing the first course of a spectacular dinner. Juliet was still flirting with Desmond from across the table.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 19:07:03 GMT -7
The servants brought out course after course and to Desmond it felt like it would never end. He didn't have to worry about getting full though. Most courses were pretty small. He sat there across the table from Juliet smiling but still pushing around his meal. His mind was fixed on something...but what?
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 19:19:26 GMT -7
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Chris was carrying on a conversation with Charles, made of mostly of questions.
"Why are you being so kind to me when you barely know me?" "I know you better than you think." "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. How can you know me when I was dumped upon a bunch of monks before I was a month old?" "Not the kind of 'knowing' you're thinking of, my dear." "Hmm. Have you any other family...besides Juliet of course?" "A wife, you mean? Not anymore, she passed away right after Juliet was born." "Other family, I mean." "Oh. Well, no, not any immediate relations. A sister I hardly see anything of, that's about it." "Did my...mother have any family you knew about? Anyone who might still be alive?" "Yes, I believe she did. There was her aunt, and her cousin Genevieve, a couple of right beauties, if you ask me. French, I think they were. Very exotic and lovely. They are both gone now, but I believe there was a child of Genevieve's, a daughter...but she and her father disappeared at sea ten years ago. I never saw much of either of them but both were quite attractive as well, or so I remember."
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 19:23:10 GMT -7
(( I think I just put it together)) Desmond half listened to Christine's conversation with Lord Charles. ((Keep leading the way. I can't think of anything else at the moment.))
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 19:30:48 GMT -7
((muaha, and ze plan unfolds with many twists and turns.))
A thought came into Chris's mind at Charles's last sentence. It was idiotic, unbelievable, but she felt it vaguely worth mentioning, just to be sure.
"Can you recall the young girl's age, by any chance? Her name?" "No, unfortunately almost everything about her escapes me. I met her on but one or two occasions. Oh, what was it, I'm sure I can't recall." "Was it...perhaps...Sylvia?" she asked uncertainly. "Sylvia! Sylvia! That's the one. Sylvia-- now why couldn't I remember that? Jolly lovely, she was. Her mother had a funny name as well. I can't recall that either but it was quite unique."
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 19:35:40 GMT -7
((eeeeee! )) Desmond dropped his fork by accident when he overheard the name Sylvia and the relation. Picking it up he glanced over to Lord Charles and Christine giving a small smile but faded quickly. "Sylvia." He repeated.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 19:49:00 GMT -7
Christine stared at him. "Sylvia Phoenix. If you're right, that makes her my second cousin once removed." Now it was Charles' turn to look weirdly at her. "Don't tell me you're going to go and produce another relation of mine out of the blue?" he joked. As if by some sick work of magic, there was the sound of a door banging in the hall outside and a muffled melee of voices. Christine smiled rather cleverly. "I just may," she replied. The door burst open and a very bedraggled, angry looking Sylvia, now in her usual piratey clothing, came into the room, ranting. "They told me I'd find a Miss Christine and her 'friend' up here when I asked down in the town," she said with a hint of pissed-off satisfaction. "I see now they were right. Mademoiselle Christine Earnshawe and Monsieur Desmond Gillette are enjoying the spoils of jumping ship, I see?" she mocked.
Chris had suspected that her very moody friend would go hunting for them, and after the events of the afternoon the news would be all over the island. She wasn't surprised to see her. She announced quite formally with more than a little cleverness in her tone, "May I present Miss Sylvia Phoenix-Tremaston."
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 19:58:14 GMT -7
Desmond turned in his chair seeing Sylvia storming in like a typhoon. He cringed somewhat when she said his full name but maybe the others wouldn't notice. "With a fashionable entrance." Desmond said to himself but louder than he wanted.
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