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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 11:14:32 GMT -5
"The managers, probably. But I don't want to just abandon you to your labors..."
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 18:18:33 GMT -5
“You have already been so kind to me, Meg. I can’t imagine asking you for more of your time,” Iris said as she picked a thread loose from her fraying sleeve. She twirled it around her finger, admiring the contrast in colors, before looking up again.
“Though I do suppose I will need help finding these managers. My sense of direction seems to be severely hindered in this city. Could a friend request more of your assistance?”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 19:07:30 GMT -5
"You know, I just had an idea, Iris," Meg said suddenly, grabbing the other girl's arm.
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 19:37:14 GMT -5
"In my experience, ideas often lead only to trouble," Iris said with a grin.
"I trust that you know what you're doing."
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 19:46:25 GMT -5
"My stepfather's a lord, you see- I'll probably be expected to have a lady's maid- Iris, I could ask you to be my lady's maid!" Meg trilled. "I wouldn't make you do anything I wouldn't do, of course- you would be like a companion."
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 19:50:17 GMT -5
“A companion? I admit, I’m quite familiar with that role.”
She was absolutely dreadful at hiding the rising excitement in her voice.
Here was Iris, the rude English country girl, in a majestic Parisian opera house with a dancer who was willing to befriend and employ people she trampled in entryways.
It was certainly a remarkable way to begin one’s first day in a new city.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 19:56:31 GMT -5
Meg nodded fervently.
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 19:58:42 GMT -5
Logic suddenly reared its wise and ugly head into Iris' thoughts.
"But your stepfather doesn't even know me!"
She paused for a moment.
"You don't know anything about me either!"
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 20:32:53 GMT -5
"Are you secretly some kind of Sapphic serial rapist?" Meg countered. "To be frank, I scarcely know my stepfather, other than that he's named Percival Blakeney and he's English."
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 20:40:17 GMT -5
((OH MY LORD SIR PERCY *foams*))
“I could be planning on running away with your family’s valuable silver in the middle of the night.”
“I don’t mean to seem ungrateful. I’m simply doubtful that he would hire some vagabond from the streets.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 21:02:21 GMT -5
"Mama would likely support my taking you in just fine," Meg insisted.
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 21:08:45 GMT -5
Iris was torn. On one hand, she could accept this charming girl’s offer of shelter and occupation. Though knowing her luck, this choice could turn into a rather fantastic disaster. The other hand, which held the possibility of maybe finding a roof before sunset, wasn’t looking particularly favorable itself.
The young girl let out a sigh of one decided and nodded to the dancer.
“Lead and I will follow, my friend.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 21:12:35 GMT -5
"I'm not done with your hair yet!" Meg objected.
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Post by Iris on Sept 4, 2008 21:14:59 GMT -5
“It will take years before you can get it to look suitable again. Unless you are magic, of course. It might then only take a few days.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 4, 2008 21:24:50 GMT -5
"When's the last time you washed it?" Meg asked in concern.
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