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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 20:34:12 GMT -5
*Micaela had made arrangements without Danvers to get a room made up in one or other of the wings that wasn't near her room (for propriety's sake). She had talked to some of the maids, who liked her, and they had it made up over in the north wing which now exists for my purposes.*
"Christian's coming to Manderley! To invoke suspicion and angst!" *She sang as she skipped down the hallway with some magically-growing flowers and bushes about her, calling to her Forest Friends(tm) and Furry Woodland Creatures(tm). Her figure had suddenly become impossibly slender-yet-curvy, and her hair long and lustrous. She also felt the sudden urge to clean something and sing Alan Menken songs.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 20:46:49 GMT -5
*After the long, non-existant explanation to Erik about visiting distant cousins(tm), Christian was able to make his way to England. He'd actually never been to the island before, as his mother hadn't ever been able to afford the boat trip.
A simple carriage pulled up to Manderley late in the afternoon, and Christian, looking a bit frazzled from his long journey, stepped down as random people came to collect his luggage. This place was fantastic, and nothing like anywhere he'd been before. For one, unlike the opera house, it was tasteful opulence, and for another, one did not get the sense that the local gold emporium had thrown up all over it.*
"Er..." Was all he said, unused to servants getting things for him*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 20:48:52 GMT -5
*Hearing a carriage pull up and a bunch of the servants making a kerfluffle, she ran down the hall towards the stairs, then skipped down them and ran across the hall at an incredible speed, building up force that one wouldn't expect of a five-foot-three girl.*
"CHRISTIAN!!" *She squealed, and hit him full-force, nearly strangling him in a hug around the neck.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 20:51:51 GMT -5
"Micaela!" *he laughed, catching her in his arms and hugging her back.
"It's so good to see you again!"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 20:54:07 GMT -5
*Her energy level was now pretty much that of a small rodent which has been given a blood transfusion of red bull. She was grinning enthusiastically. Her hair had finally grown to shoulder-length, and had even grown back in proper golden sue waves.*
"AHH!" *She exclaimed, pulling back and looking him over.* "I thought you'd never get away from Paris! Jeez, you grew muscles. Probably from all that sex."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 20:56:45 GMT -5
*He gave her a squeeze before a setting her on her feet*
"I never thought I'd leave Paris, either. I love the city, but I just had to get away for a while. For plot."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 20:57:31 GMT -5
"Yeah. I kinda had to do that too for a while. I went to Monte Carlo, but Maxim followed me and then.. well..." *She vaguely gestured to the house.* "Eloped." *She explained, grinning sheepishly.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 20:59:29 GMT -5
"A whirlwind romance. I wouldn't expect any less from you." He winked at her.
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 21:00:48 GMT -5
*She flushed happily, grinning.*
"Somehow I think it was pretty appropriate for an artist with a ridiculous affinity for happy endings. Seriously, what kind of composer gives her characters happy endings?" *She blathered.* "So anyway. Want me to show you your room?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 21:03:11 GMT -5
*He laughed with her--her high spirits were catching*
"Lead the way, Lady of Manderley."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 21:05:41 GMT -5
*She giggled and turned to him.*
"Are you talking to me?" *She joked. She blathered pretty much all the way up the stairs to the room, and then handed him the key after she opened it to reveal a beautifully-appointed room, done up in dark blue and gold, that was still pretty damn masculine for a room that had been intentionally designed.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 21:12:17 GMT -5
*He listened to her on the way there, admiring the house's interior as they walked.*
"This place is lovely, Micaela. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 21:13:48 GMT -5
*She grinned, then frowned a little.*
"Really? I think it's a bit overstated. Like, 'Look at us, we have money.' The first wife decorated it--but that may just be the jealous wife in me." *She admitted.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Dec 6, 2007 21:16:13 GMT -5
*He shook his head*
"Trust me--it's miles better than the opera house." He comically rolled his eyes when he said "opera house".
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2007 21:17:38 GMT -5
*She laughed and moved aside as a porter brought Christian's bags.*
"Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a hotel. I don't... do anything. But yeah. Opera house looks like a baroque church vomited on it; gold naked people in togas and all."
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