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May 26, 2007 14:45:36 GMT -5
Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on May 26, 2007 14:45:36 GMT -5
*Mira entered, following Gatsby. It felt a bit odd for her to be in a place like this- so luxurious.*
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May 26, 2007 16:55:55 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on May 26, 2007 16:55:55 GMT -5
*Gatsby saw Mira comfortably seated before he spoke.*
"Can I procure anything for you? Champagne?"
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May 26, 2007 16:57:26 GMT -5
Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on May 26, 2007 16:57:26 GMT -5
*Mira smiled*
"Thank you. That would be lovely."
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May 26, 2007 17:00:05 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on May 26, 2007 17:00:05 GMT -5
"Right."
*Gatsby grinned and left the box for a minute, returning with two glasses and a magnum of champagne in an ice-filled bucket. He took out the bottle and popped out the cork and poured a glass, handing it to Mira with a flourish before pouring a glass for himself.*
"Now...what do you suppose this opera is about? It's new, isn't it?" *he looked at the programme, flipping it back and forth as if trying to make sense of another language.*
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May 26, 2007 17:05:04 GMT -5
Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on May 26, 2007 17:05:04 GMT -5
"Yes, I believe this is the first time it's been performed."
*She sipped the champagne, looking at Gatsby out of the corner of her eye*
"I'm not entirely sure of the plot, but it's supposed to be rather...avant garde."
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Jun 6, 2007 20:15:26 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jun 6, 2007 20:15:26 GMT -5
"That's a polite way of saying it's damn near impossible to follow..." *he said with a twinkle of good humour in his eyes.*
((Sorry this took so long. I am the worst date ever. Jake should not complain about Diana.))
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Jun 6, 2007 20:26:06 GMT -5
Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Jun 6, 2007 20:26:06 GMT -5
*Mira grinned*
"Yes, it is. My Italian's a bit rusty, though, so I'm not sure it would do much good if it were possible to follow it."
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Jun 6, 2007 20:27:37 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jun 6, 2007 20:27:37 GMT -5
"Shall we add our own subtitles for a laugh, then?" *he pointed to that stage.* "That fellow. He appears to be some kind of interior decorator. He's singing about wallpaper samples and matching draperies."
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Mar 26, 2010 22:06:20 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 26, 2010 22:06:20 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** Oddly, while the opera hadn't had a new production in what seemed like ages, it still occasionally did Faust. The cast was not the one the production had started with, but it was the same coreography, sets, and costumes, as though this particular was stuck--playing forever. Whatever the case, Treszka had at last gotten tickets, and was wearing a lovely period dress that she'd found stashed away in the cottage attic. She gently waved the matching fan, wishing that the opera house had some form of air-conditioning.
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Mar 26, 2010 22:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Zachaire on Mar 26, 2010 22:10:39 GMT -5
Zachaire was here mostly for keeping up society appearances than anything. The de Chagnys had for ages been patrons of the arts, and he was keeping up what had been started for the opera house by his uncle the Vicomte Raoul. True, Raoul was a...scandalous...name to mention, but Zachaire was determined to do what he could to, if not make it respectable, then to at least make the de Chagny name no longer a joke.
He was as impeccably dressed as he always was, his expression neutral as entered the private box--and stopped in his tracks when he saw that it was occupied.
"Forgive me, madam, I did not know this box had been taken..." He said, politely and graciously.
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Mar 26, 2010 22:14:22 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 26, 2010 22:14:22 GMT -5
She jumped a bit at his voice, then turned in her seat to address him.
"Oh, no, monsieur, it's--"
She froze when she saw who it was.
Oh crap.
This time, she couldn't simply vanish into thin air--there was no way she could hide it from him here.
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Mar 26, 2010 22:17:57 GMT -5
Post by Zachaire on Mar 26, 2010 22:17:57 GMT -5
His normally stoic expression slipped a bit when he saw her face--the girl from the garden, the one whose scarf he still had in his possession. The one that hadn't left his thoughts since that afternoon.
"You," he said softly, then quickly straightened out his demeanor.
"Who are you, madamoiselle?"
That was, above all else, the one question that had bothered him the most.
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Mar 26, 2010 23:09:51 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 26, 2010 23:09:51 GMT -5
She'd quickly gotten to her feet, moving as far from him as she could...which wasn't far at all, as she could only reach the railing, beyond which was empty air--and for all the powers she had, she definitely could not fly.
"N-nobody." She stammered. "Nobody special, monsieur."
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Mar 26, 2010 23:12:32 GMT -5
Post by Zachaire on Mar 26, 2010 23:12:32 GMT -5
His brow crinkled at her behavior. Why was she acting as though he were some sort of frightening spectre?
"Madamoiselle, please, I mean you no harm--you needn't flee from me. I only wish to know your name."
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Mar 26, 2010 23:16:10 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 26, 2010 23:16:10 GMT -5
Well, there couldn't be any harm in that, right? It wasn't as though anything bad had come from telling anyone her name.
"I'm Treszka...and it's not harm I'm afraid of," she said.
"Er...I'm not afraid at all, actually. I just think we shouldn't be talking. A bad idea."
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