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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 7, 2008 17:21:52 GMT -5
*Oscar rapped politely on Lady Rose's door. She had not found Antoinette. In truth, while she had found familiar landmarks, there were many more she did not know, and many missing. She had ridden to Versailles, to find that irrevocably changed as well.
Something had happened. To her, or to the rest of the world.
Still, she had returned to check on Lady Rose. And to procure her own room, until she found out what was going on.*
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 7, 2008 17:44:18 GMT -5
Oh, damn...
Of all the timing.
"Erm, just a minute!" said Rose, and he finished shaving so quickly that he cut himself.
He finished fastening the gown and pulled his veil back on.
"Come in..."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 7, 2008 17:48:23 GMT -5
*Eyebrow raised, Oscar entered.*
"Lady Loveall," *Oscar said.* "Good morning."
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 7, 2008 17:50:33 GMT -5
Rose dabbed at the blood under the veil.
"Good morning, Monsieur Jarjayes."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 7, 2008 17:57:56 GMT -5
*Oscar smiled, used to the misconception, though it had been a long time since she'd met someone who did not know about her.*
"I trust you slept well."
*She frowned.*
"Did you hurt yourself?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 7, 2008 17:59:20 GMT -5
The veil was sticking to the blood now. Damn it!
"Sort of-"
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 7, 2008 18:00:07 GMT -5
*Oscar took an involuntary step forward.*
"Let me see," *she said, a bit officiously.*
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 7, 2008 18:22:34 GMT -5
"I'd rather you don't- it's, um, dreadful under there. Had a bad case of the pox once, you see, and I scratch myself-"
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 9, 2008 10:58:47 GMT -5
*Oscar's eyes widened. The pox? She recovered, quickly, however.*
"Forgive me. You don't mean...?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 13, 2008 0:32:14 GMT -5
"Yes. It's, um, a bit nasty, you see."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 13, 2008 10:11:10 GMT -5
*Oscar had seen what syphilis could do, and it seemed a shame. Then again, the pox was a disease that struck the immoral.*
"I see," *she said. It would explain what Lady Rose was doing veiled, alone, so far from home.* "What are your plans, now, Lady Loveall?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 13, 2008 11:34:32 GMT -5
Rose ignored this last question. Instead, once he realized that he had not been specific enough, that his honor as a lady was in question, his voice obligingly switched into horrified falsetto as he objected, "I mean the smallpox, Monsieur Jarjayes!"
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 13, 2008 11:42:18 GMT -5
*Oscar's eyes widened and her face tinged red.*
"Forgive my assumption, my lady!" *she cried.* "For though I found it impossible, your words struck me with such shock I could not think straight. That is, of course, an entirely different manner; and nothing I would judge you for, by virtue or by sight."
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 13, 2008 11:59:52 GMT -5
"I should hope not!" he replied in his stiffest, most formal manner, though inside he was just relieved that he still didn't have to take off the veil or slather on cosmetics.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 13, 2008 12:08:21 GMT -5
*Oscar bowed low.*
"I have offended you, and most grievously," *she said.* "Might I make up for it somehow?"
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