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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 20:08:34 GMT -7
"Fashionable entrace? I'll give you a fashionable entrance, you bloody fool, and a whole lot more if you want it," Sylvia snapped loudly back at him, not having any idea of the situation of her relations. Charles stared in disbelief. "Sylvia?! It's you! After all this time! We always thought you were dead at sea, and your father too!" He looked her up and down. "What on earth's happened to you?"
Sylvia looked strangely and almost equally disbelievingly at Charles. "Lord Charles? My God, I thought you were dead as well! My grandmother's son-in-law, am I right? You were married to that distant cousin of mine, Mirabel, at one point, were you now?" Charles nodded. "I was. And here is Christine," here he paused and gestured to Chris, "who is Mirabel's daughter."
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 20:13:46 GMT -7
"I have worse problems to worry about." Desmond snapped back. This was before Sylvia realized who Lord Charles was. Desmond just watched and listened. It was still shock in his mind that Christine was related to Sylvia.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 20:19:16 GMT -7
Sylvia stared in shock at Christine for a minute before speaking.
"Her daughter? Your daughter?! How freakishly impossible! We can't be related!" "I'm afraid so, dear cousin," Chris replied coolly. "Won't you please allow Charles to find you a room and some maids to help you get done up suitably?" she asked as if she were a hostess and Sylvia a guest.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 20:24:42 GMT -7
Desmond put the back of his hand to his mouth trying desperately not to laugh. "Yes, please Sylvia get out of those rugged clothes." Desmond said.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 20:28:59 GMT -7
"Of course, you must certainly get out of those dreadful clothes and into something acceptable right away. You look like a vagrant," Charles agreed with Chris's statement. Sylvia was aghast at his calling her a vagrant. Before she could do anything, Charles, pulled the bell cord on the wall and within minutes several maidservants appeared.
"Please escort Miss Tremaston to an available bedchamber and see her dressed properly," he ordered efficiently. The servants without a word escorted Sylvia upstairs.
"What an interesting and peculiar dinner this has been!" Juliet commented, the first words she'd spoken all night.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 20:34:00 GMT -7
((It's a good thing I'm role playing cause I'm having trouble keeping it together over here!))
Desmond turned his face away now still trying to keep it together. When Juliet spoke he was able to calm himself down to bring face back to the table. "Indeed it has." He agreed with Juliet.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 25, 2006 20:44:14 GMT -7
((laughing hysterically like gillette? XDDD))
Early the next morning ((I'm cutting to make it less tedious)), Christine was in her room, sitting in front of a large fancy vanity table, taking her hair down and finishing her changing from a nightdress into a gown for the day. She sent for one of the maids to bring Sylvia to her so she could see the change. A few minutes later, a very disgruntled-looking Sylvia came into the room, accompanied by her servant. Sylv looked rather evilly at her, but Chris, being a good judge of character, could see that she was rather pleased with herself.
"My my, dear Captain, I hardly know you," she exclaimed half-mockingly. Christine was elated about getting her life back and felt it couldn't hurt to start getting into character even so early as it was. "Where is Desmond? Is he still here? You really ought to go down and see him. He'll get the shock of his life!"
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 25, 2006 20:51:37 GMT -7
((Yes!))
"I must have been shot in the night. And I'm dead." Desmond said leaning in the doorway. He himself was cleaned up, clean shaven, fancy shirt, clean pants, and high shiny black boots. Though, his hair was still pretty wild. He brushed it down once with his hand before speaking again. "Don't mean to barge but I just couldn't wait." Desmond said half chuckling at the end of the sentence.
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