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Post by Faith on Feb 19, 2007 13:53:30 GMT -5
*Faye hummed a tune to herself as she moved about the cozy front room of the inn, a room that would have been spacious, had it not been crammed with several tables for her patrons. The fire blazed cheerily in the large stone fireplace along one wall, and the floor and hearth had been swept clean, the windowpanes scrubbed until they shone, and everything looking spic and span in general. Purple and yellow pansies bloomed in pots along the shelves that sat high on the walls above the shelves where Faye kept the fine bottles of wine and port on display, always dusted and full. Faye ran her polishing cloth around the glass she held and set it back upon the rack with the others as a burst of giggles erupted from the kitchen. Fighting back a smile, she nudged the door to the kitchen open with her hip and levelled a mildly chastizing look at the kitchen maids, who fell silent and turned their eyes back upon their work at kneading dough or pitting cherries as a small boy with flushed plump cheeks slowly turned a haunch of meat on a spit over the fire. Faye returned to the other room, allowing herself to smile, then. She kept all her employees well-paid, and her inn clean and orderly. Reputation will make itself known, and she had several regulars and often travellers came to her inn having only heard tales from others of her generous hospitality. She went back to polishing her glasses.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 7, 2007 23:39:32 GMT -5
The carriage pulled up in front of a homey-looking inn.
"This'll do. Here." Declan handed the driver a few coins. He descended the vehicle and entered, drenched to the bone now as the rain was pouring down hard.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 7, 2007 23:41:37 GMT -5
***POSTING AS FAYE*** *The bell above the door rang and a tall gentleman staggered in from the pouring rain outside. Faye ran over to help him with his cloak and fedora hat.* "Here, monsieur--come and sit by the fire!" *she said.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 8, 2007 19:43:54 GMT -5
I guess now is a good time as any to start over. Declan stopped in his tracks to bow his thanks, and walked over to where the woman was directing him to sit.
"I am...grateful, miss," he managed to say. He stared at the brilliantly-colored flickering tongues of the fire before adding, "How much for room and board?"
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Post by Faith on Mar 8, 2007 19:52:04 GMT -5
((No idea about price conversions, but Dec's rich and let's say Faye is honest.))
"Five livres a week will have you a comfortable room each night and each day three of the best meals Paris can offer, served whenever you may wish them," *she said cheerfully.* "I've a room ready if you would wish to change into something dry, and could arrange to have a hot bit of supper brought to your room," *she added, eager to see to his comfort as her hospitable parents had taught her.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 8, 2007 20:00:57 GMT -5
Declan nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I would like that. And I must thank you again for your kindness." He took out a small purse case and handed Faye a few bills.
"Would this be adequate for the week? I can give you more at the end of it."
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Post by Faith on Mar 8, 2007 20:08:17 GMT -5
*Faye counted it, wide-eyed.* "It's too much, Monsieur," *she said quietly, folding a third of hte bills and handing them back to him.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 8, 2007 20:16:57 GMT -5
"No, no. Keep it." Declan closed Faye's fingers over the bills, and pushed it towards her. "Think of it as part of what I owe you for your generosity. I can give you more if you wish.
"Now, what about that room?" he asked to change the topic.
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Post by Faith on Mar 8, 2007 20:19:16 GMT -5
*Faye looked a little shocked at the generosity, but accepted it with good grace and a slight bow.* "This way, Monsieur," *she said quietly, lifting her skirts in one hand taking a lite candle in the other and leading him up the staircase at the back of the main room to the rooms above the kitchen and coffeeroom, to a cozy room where a fire already blazed in the grate.* "Shall I have the lackey bring up your things, Monsieur? And should you like any supper before you retire?"
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Post by Declan on Mar 8, 2007 20:23:37 GMT -5
Declan stood with his back to Faye, scrutinizing the room.
"Yes and no," he answered without turning. "I wish to be alone this night."
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Post by Faith on Mar 8, 2007 20:24:46 GMT -5
"Very good, sir," *said Faye, noting that he was English and might feel more at home with the address in his native tongue.* "Bid you good night, sir," *she said, bobbing a curtsey as she left the candle burning on the table by the door as she made her way back down the passage to take care of the gentleman's trunk.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 8, 2007 20:28:59 GMT -5
"And you the same, miss." Declan turned his head to watch her depart and when she was out of sight, looked back once more at the room.
He trudged over to the bed, seemingly with a weight upon his shoulders. Sighing deeply, he sat and buried his face in his hands, thinking over the day's events.
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Post by Christian on Mar 8, 2007 20:33:56 GMT -5
((I'll be back in about an hour. ))
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Post by Faith on Mar 8, 2007 20:37:28 GMT -5
((Okay. Should I send Gin over for some reason? Might Dec have left anything with her?))
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 0:31:10 GMT -5
((Hmm...maybe she and Faye are old friends? And Dec stumbles into her? I dunno.))
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