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Post by Rosalind on Jan 13, 2009 14:27:02 GMT -5
Arms still around the other two, Rosalind shrugged with a little smile, and took a deliberate step such that she knocked her hip against Mercutio's very heavily and playfully, to put him a little off-balance (though not too much! The trio wobbled almost imperceptibly and Rosalind would not have liked all three of them to be in a tangle upon the ground).
"The next time he tries, I will not fail to give him a good spanking," said Rosalind with a look that was meant to imitate annoyance and was actually pure sweetness. "Over his shoulder I am in an excellent position to." She did not mention - did not even think - that she was likewise when he did that.
She was in complete ignorance of the layout of the Opera House and had never been inside one before this day; even if they left it, she was in near-ignorance of Paris. Her expression changed a bit to attentiveness as she continued to look at Mercutio, now looking to him for the answer to Alex' question, which she could not respond to.
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 13, 2009 17:53:33 GMT -5
Mercutio took the wobbling as an opportunity to lean a little further and melt onto Alex, very casually, a gesture of absent affection. He wrinkled his nose and raised an eyebrow at Rosalind- "I dare you." And, because he knew or thought he knew Rosalind, even with this dull vaguely betrayed sullenness he still felt Mercutio grinned and prepared himself to run.
To Alex, and now to Rosalind who watching him expectantly, he held up his hands. "Not so hasty. My family are all bastards, I need a job."
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Post by Alex on Jan 13, 2009 18:05:38 GMT -5
Alex grinned, wondering where all this--meaning the three of them--was going without being at all worried about the outcome.
"Nothing easier, Mercutio of the Bastards," she said. "What sort? Stables, stagehand, washerwoman... I have pull, here."
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Post by Rosalind on Jan 14, 2009 9:33:53 GMT -5
"Ooh, do they keep horses?" Rosalind interjected without thinking, with a delighted and very surprised laugh in her voice. She had been thinking of copying Mercutio, after all, and he had been making fun of her unmanliness, so maybe that was an option. But more than that, the thought alone was simply delightful.
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 14, 2009 9:57:16 GMT -5
"I was thinking stagehand," Mercutio mused. "Since I have this big manly muscles and all. I would be dashing, all covered in paint and dirt and whatnot- haven't we discussed this? With your agreement? So you know how ideal it would be. Although, Rosalind and I have been discussing my maidenhood for so very long, I'm almost inclined to give into the inevitable and don the skirts of a washerwoman. I would be, at the least, very clean." The thought of it made him grin- he was wondering, now, how Valentine would react if he told him.
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Post by Alex on Jan 14, 2009 10:34:30 GMT -5
Alex grinned too, at both of them in turn.
"You'd be erroneous in your conclusion," she told Mercutio. "Washerwomen are filthy creatures--I think all the dirt actually gets transmitted to their hair and clothes, rather than their buckets." She turned to Rosalind. "They do keep horses. Our own horses, for use in operas that require them. Anything for a spectacle!"
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Post by Rosalind on Jan 14, 2009 11:03:53 GMT -5
"Then, by all means, let Mercutio be a washerwoman," said Rosalind, raising one eyebrow, and trying to conceal the smile that was apparent in the corner of her mouth. "They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but I do believe the clothing is the reflection." Her hand moved up Mercutio's back so that she could tilt her head against his shoulder and reach her hand over to fiddle with a strand of her hair that was coming loose, tucking it behind her ear.
"I do like horses," she mused, trailing off.
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 14, 2009 11:47:44 GMT -5
"Stagehand, then," Mercutio said promptly, obligingly hunching down a little so Rosalind could reach her hair better.
(( Ohhh Mercutio was going to say something mean but I couldn't do it to Rosalind. >_> ))
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Post by Alex on Jan 14, 2009 12:01:04 GMT -5
"Stagehand it is," Alex said, delighted by the prospect of shenanigans backstage with a friend. Though the prospect of Mercutio actually working was somewhat frightening and difficult to imagine. "And you, my fair one," she said, turning to Rosalind. "Do you desire the use of my considerable influence as well? Two redheads for the price of two? It's a special I can offer them."
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Post by Rosalind on Jan 14, 2009 12:09:00 GMT -5
Rosalind tilted her head into her hand happily, a little like an animal might, like a horse, and tilted it into his shoulder a bit like a nudge.
"I'm her fair one, she says. Ha!"
She smiled at Alex, her happy shining teeth showing as she did. "I don't know. I imagine it's harder to get off work when you're dealing with horses, whereas Mercutio will learn all the ins and outs of the Opera House and shall sneak off whenever he pleases. And I don't think I will like that. He will be cavorting with you indecently while I am stuck tending ponies and then he shall brag to me about it and I shall sob."
((I actually think I shall have her get work as a door-shutter, like Brandi's Jeanne is on LCP. Just as a little homage to B.))
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Post by Brandi on Jan 14, 2009 12:14:16 GMT -5
((Aww...Yea for Jeanne!love.))
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Post by Alex on Jan 14, 2009 12:18:31 GMT -5
Alex laughed. "Most likely," she agreed. "Mercutio seems given to cavorting. But Rosalind, ponies! It's up to you, of course. There are other jobs." Her eye tracked up to the ceiling, considering. "Wardrobe... props... the kitchens... oh, and the unique position of 'door shutter' which is exactly what it says on the tin. Which practically requires sneakiness."
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Post by Rosalind on Jan 14, 2009 12:35:28 GMT -5
Rosalind stuck out her tongue. It had occurred to her that it was inordinately feminine to show so much enthusiasm for the horses and wondered if Alex' response was poking pleasant fun at it. It wouldn't have normally bothered her - at least, feeling like she was supposed to be the meek woman did not generally bother her, even though perhaps it should - but for the slight boyish rebelliousness of wanting to prove she was one of the boys.
"I'll try that one," said Rosalind, as though if she didn't snatch it up right away it would vanish and she would lose the opportunity - Rosalind had never been all that good at competition. "After all. I'm good at sneaky, save for when snared in the unique situation of rolled-up carpet." And then, because implying that she had sneaked well with Mercutio was not really nice and she had just become aware of it, she pulled her hand away and stroked his back absent-mindedly. "Mercutio would make a good stagehand. He's very strong."
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 15, 2009 8:18:23 GMT -5
"I told you I was."
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Post by Alex on Jan 15, 2009 14:25:15 GMT -5
Alex made a mental note to ask Rosalind about the carpet at a later date. "He demonstrated that admirably a mere handful of minutes ago," she pointed out, not meaning anything by it as regarded Rosalind's weight but unable to resist all the same. "Very well, then; door-shutting and stage-handling. Two admirable professions that allow for cavorting and assorted shenanigans. But you must both be on your best behavior--when I introduce you, that is--or this will never work."
She glanced at them both sternly, but there was something comical about her expression as if she was well aware it was a mask she was ill-suited to wearing.
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