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mayfield_rpg2012-05-03 02:33 am
ex_seventh238) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-03 02:33 am
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Vingt-Quatre † another year unacknowledged
[Ciel didn't sleep the night of May 2nd. The 3rd doesn't really mean much to her. She can't say she looked forward to or dreaded the day, but remembering clearly what she received from the Post Office at the same time exactly one year ago... She's undeniably apprehensive, yes. So it wasn't really a surprise to find the package by the mailbox, when she took a quick glance outside the living room window at the crack of dawn.
...No sense dragging it out. She's come to terms with a number of things since anyway; the past year has been draining, but good things have happened. So not really thinking about what it may be, she takes the box inside and effortlessly opens it on the living room table.
...
A... book. A recipe book of baked goods, to be more specific. The last time she saw this must be a decade or so ago.
H...ah. This town really has a sense of humor, huh? Briefly closing her eyes, she rubs her temple beneath the frame of her glasses. After continuing to idly stare at it for a few more seconds with an expressionless face, she resumes the day by throwing out the packaging and bringing the tome with her to the kitchen.
This is useless to her as a memento. She doesn't have much time these days to wallow on by herself anyway, so maybe it's a strangely fortunate thing that of all possible objects, it ended up being the records of her parents' hard work. With how much cooking she's been doing since her arrival here, it's well feasible that she'll be able to make a great deal of what's written down in there on her own - provided that Mayfield's got the necessary ingredients, anyway.
She's already decided on a typical pancakes breakfast today, but this'll be a good read before work. ...Maybe she should bring it with her too, she could try a few things out after class.]
[Phone - Public]
[Right, there was also prom. Then THAT MEANS ONE THING.] I'm sure everyone must be aware of it by now, but don't forget that Prom is on the 18th, roughly two weeks from now! Talented tailors and seamstresses are already offering their services, so it shouldn't be hard to find something nice to wear. As Mr. Quinn already mentioned last week, dates are optional, so don't be afraid to come alone. You may even meet someone there, so don't be shy!
That said! [here it comes...] I'm in care of a sheltered young boy who's not very good around people. He is quite important to me, so I'd like to find him a charming young lady around his age to accompany him to Prom. ...Though a boy wouldn't matter either actually, I'd be okay with that! He may be a bit crass and rude at times and talk like he's much older than his prepubescent looks, but you have my word that he's an exemplary gentlemen when he behaves. Sporting the image of wise and cool, he is actually quite knowledgeable in history and prides himself to be quite intelligent and capable. He does seem to harbor an uncanny weakness to women with golden blond hair and crimson red eyes, but please don't be deterred. With raven hair smooth as silk and pale skin like fine porcelain, his appearances are actually quite angelic. If that's still not quite enough to cause consideration, I'm willing to negotiate with anyone interested... other means to incite acceptance. So if there's any interest or more questions, please let me know!
[Hmm. Hmm. It may be obvious to some, but there IS more than one shotapire in town, isn't there... but it's not like she's PURPOSEFULLY trying to create some confusion, not at all--!]
[Action]
I. Grocery store → Church ;; Early Afternoon
[Guess who's carrying 5 million bags of stuff again! ...No beef, potatoes, carrotsand other typical curry ingredients and such today, however. Still in her civilian clothes, Ciel seems to be exclusively carrying flour, fruits, sugar, eggs, and other things one would presumably need in baking. She's doing fine whether you're just watching from the sides or walking towards her, she's usually pretty good at balance right...]
--Ah, please be careful!
[STILL MIGHT BE IN EVERYONE'S BEST INTEREST to avoid collisions just in case, though... Better be safe than sorry! She's got like two dozen eggs in there, that would be bad to break, ;;;]
II. Church ;; Afternoon
[Anyone who steps in during the evening will be slammed in the face with the enticing sweet scent of baked good. ...But isn't the kitchen in the back? Even if it may be going through excessive use today (which is actually is...), how does it really spread--
--Oh.
If you walk further in, the fact that there's a plate of mixed berry flaugnarde next to a tray of two dozens canelé might explain why it smelled so good. Both are still hot too, upon closer inspection; it must have been baked within the last hour. No one else seems to be around, but the smell is definitely coming from the hallway leading towards the left.
...
What do?]
III. Church ;; Late Evening
[The night is much calmer. Despite everything, this date today means something, she supposed, so at least something has to be said to whoever Above to acknowledge the significance.
In the end, Ciel settles on reciting the Memorare in French. Prostrated in front of the Altar with her headdress on, which is rare, she chants quietly.]
Souvenez-vous, ô très miséricordieuse Vierge Marie, qu'on n'a jamais entendu dire qu'aucun de ceux qui ont eu recours à votre protection, imploré votre assistance, ou réclamé votre secours ait été abandonné.
Animé d'une pareille confiance, ô Vierge des Vierges, ô ma Mère, je cours vers vous, et gémissant sous le poids de mes péchés, je me prosterne à vos pieds. O mère du Verbe incarné, ne méprisez pas mes prières, mais écoutez-les favorablement et daignez les exaucer.
Amen.
[Once she's done, however, she doesn't stand up from the spot. ...She owes more than a simple prayer, doesn't she? So even if the Church is silent once more, she'll keep her eyes closed and stay bowed.]
((OOC: Hover on text for direct translation! o/))
IV. Town ;; Late Night
[It's past midnight. It may be on a particularly tall tree. It may be on a lamppost. It may even be on the roof of your house. Wherever it is, upon closer inspection, the night sky isn't the only thing there. ...Actually, someone seems to be perched/sitting on top of that place without effort, while idly taking their time to stargaze.
Nothing too strange about that, right... Interrupt?]
...No sense dragging it out. She's come to terms with a number of things since anyway; the past year has been draining, but good things have happened. So not really thinking about what it may be, she takes the box inside and effortlessly opens it on the living room table.
...
A... book. A recipe book of baked goods, to be more specific. The last time she saw this must be a decade or so ago.
H...ah. This town really has a sense of humor, huh? Briefly closing her eyes, she rubs her temple beneath the frame of her glasses. After continuing to idly stare at it for a few more seconds with an expressionless face, she resumes the day by throwing out the packaging and bringing the tome with her to the kitchen.
This is useless to her as a memento. She doesn't have much time these days to wallow on by herself anyway, so maybe it's a strangely fortunate thing that of all possible objects, it ended up being the records of her parents' hard work. With how much cooking she's been doing since her arrival here, it's well feasible that she'll be able to make a great deal of what's written down in there on her own - provided that Mayfield's got the necessary ingredients, anyway.
She's already decided on a typical pancakes breakfast today, but this'll be a good read before work. ...Maybe she should bring it with her too, she could try a few things out after class.]
[Phone - Public]
[Right, there was also prom. Then THAT MEANS ONE THING.] I'm sure everyone must be aware of it by now, but don't forget that Prom is on the 18th, roughly two weeks from now! Talented tailors and seamstresses are already offering their services, so it shouldn't be hard to find something nice to wear. As Mr. Quinn already mentioned last week, dates are optional, so don't be afraid to come alone. You may even meet someone there, so don't be shy!
That said! [here it comes...] I'm in care of a sheltered young boy who's not very good around people. He is quite important to me, so I'd like to find him a charming young lady around his age to accompany him to Prom. ...Though a boy wouldn't matter either actually, I'd be okay with that! He may be a bit crass and rude at times and talk like he's much older than his prepubescent looks, but you have my word that he's an exemplary gentlemen when he behaves. Sporting the image of wise and cool, he is actually quite knowledgeable in history and prides himself to be quite intelligent and capable. He does seem to harbor an uncanny weakness to women with golden blond hair and crimson red eyes, but please don't be deterred. With raven hair smooth as silk and pale skin like fine porcelain, his appearances are actually quite angelic. If that's still not quite enough to cause consideration, I'm willing to negotiate with anyone interested... other means to incite acceptance. So if there's any interest or more questions, please let me know!
[Hmm. Hmm. It may be obvious to some, but there IS more than one shotapire in town, isn't there... but it's not like she's PURPOSEFULLY trying to create some confusion, not at all--!]
[Action]
I. Grocery store → Church ;; Early Afternoon
[Guess who's carrying 5 million bags of stuff again! ...No beef, potatoes, carrots
--Ah, please be careful!
[STILL MIGHT BE IN EVERYONE'S BEST INTEREST to avoid collisions just in case, though... Better be safe than sorry! She's got like two dozen eggs in there, that would be bad to break, ;;;]
II. Church ;; Afternoon
[Anyone who steps in during the evening will be slammed in the face with the enticing sweet scent of baked good. ...But isn't the kitchen in the back? Even if it may be going through excessive use today (which is actually is...), how does it really spread--
--Oh.
If you walk further in, the fact that there's a plate of mixed berry flaugnarde next to a tray of two dozens canelé might explain why it smelled so good. Both are still hot too, upon closer inspection; it must have been baked within the last hour. No one else seems to be around, but the smell is definitely coming from the hallway leading towards the left.
...
What do?]
III. Church ;; Late Evening
[The night is much calmer. Despite everything, this date today means something, she supposed, so at least something has to be said to whoever Above to acknowledge the significance.
In the end, Ciel settles on reciting the Memorare in French. Prostrated in front of the Altar with her headdress on, which is rare, she chants quietly.]
Animé d'une pareille confiance, ô Vierge des Vierges, ô ma Mère, je cours vers vous, et gémissant sous le poids de mes péchés, je me prosterne à vos pieds. O mère du Verbe incarné, ne méprisez pas mes prières, mais écoutez-les favorablement et daignez les exaucer.
Amen.
[Once she's done, however, she doesn't stand up from the spot. ...She owes more than a simple prayer, doesn't she? So even if the Church is silent once more, she'll keep her eyes closed and stay bowed.]
((OOC: Hover on text for direct translation! o/))
IV. Town ;; Late Night
[It's past midnight. It may be on a particularly tall tree. It may be on a lamppost. It may even be on the roof of your house. Wherever it is, upon closer inspection, the night sky isn't the only thing there. ...Actually, someone seems to be perched/sitting on top of that place without effort, while idly taking their time to stargaze.
Nothing too strange about that, right... Interrupt?]
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It's all right for a first try, yes. [his already half-eaten tart seems to speak to the contrary though whoops.] If I have the time to let you know beforehand, perhaps. [but he doesn't bother giving a definitive 'I will do that' since she should know that he is lazy!!
and prone to wandering whenever he isn't holed up in his house like a loser hermit...]
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Watching him with TOO MUCH AMUSEMENT no she better tuck some of that away before he gets way too offended again...] Make an effort, hm? You're the last person I need to remind that baked things taste better fresh than cool. [tries bribing him more anyway...]
That said, do you have any other specific requests? They may be doable now, as long as you limit it to French suggestions.
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and gosh yes he's in a good mood and they are so easily spoiled... SO EASILY. how does she put up with him]
Of course I don't need a reminder for that, but there are things I prioritize over bakery items, fresh or not. [no she just has to ring a bell and he'd show up at this rate...
also looking curious....] French only? [well that shouldn't be too problematic. or, you know, problematic at all.] I can think of a few things, but what of that gelatin dish you mentioned earlier? I'd still like to see how the one you make tastes.
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Whenever you're NOT too busy, of course! [isn't that like saying
always and anytime]
Yes. Like croquembouche, gougère, mille-feuille, and so on, I probably don't need to tell you. [Looking mildly surprised at that.] Really? I thought you didn't like gelatinous textures overall? [the fattydingdong shows his true nature...]
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Yes, yes. I'll work it in at some point. [work it into his busy, busy schedule of being a recluse...
but wow he likes all of the foods listed so far.] I am quite partial to mille-feuille and savarin aux fraises. [...trying to shrug off her surprise he's not as bad as Abel okay]
I don't, they're rather unpleasant. I'd like to see if you could manage to make something palatable of it.
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abel just eats everything and showers her with praise she'd be embarrassed to endure were it anyone else. charles is the picky gourmand who wrinkles his nose and flares his nostrils no matter how much he likes something...]
Oh, those are all doable. Maybe next week? [thinking... and peering back at him.]
That takes time to get ready since it involves refrigerating gelatin until it becomes solid. That would take... a day, give or take. Do you want to try it as soon as possible? [it wouldn't be too hard... she has the free time anyway, hmmm!]
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but at least he doesn't just inhale everything and leave a mess everywhere!]
Next week? That ought to be fine, I believe. [wow what happened to his full schedule...
must compensate for that by waving his hand in regard to the second statement!!] It's fine, you needn't rush for that. I don't mind waiting.
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but ciel doesn't care/differentiate they're both puppies to her...]
Oh... You won't be too busy? [yeah man what happened to that...]
Well, would you ever get into the mood for something in particular at times, or anytime is really fine? Gelatin is already something you expressed indifference to. Would it really be okay, if I just told you one day that I have it made? [why does she never stop humoring him..........]
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Most of my plans for the following week don't begin affecting my schedule until the later half, so it should be fine to work something into Monday through Wednesday, correct? [he tries so hard to preserve an image he doesn't even have...]
That's fine by me, as well. Indifference is putting it in the best possible light, so I'd rather you not go out of your way to make it if you don't wish to.
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I see... Okay. What should I make for the second half of the week...? [it's not like the ~possibilities~ will lure him back even then, is it...]
If you say so. ...But it'll have to wait after prom, I think. There's quite a bit to do in preparation of that.
[...
by which point the kettle goes off!]
Ah, if you'll excuse me. [brb getting the green tea!]
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watching her go to the kettle and sitting back, pulling his wine glass with him.]
Prom? The dance, you mean? Are you going to be in attendance? [he sounds a little disbelieving... who would willingly socialize when they could spend their time eating or drinking or enjoying the peace and quiet of an empty church??]
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Of course. I'm a teacher, so I need to at least help with the organization and chaperone the attendees. Is that a problem? [speaking over her shoulder while she works on the set. and it's because she's not a friendless loser like him...
wait wrong game huh]no subject
Then perhaps it would be wise of you to take a break. Constantly restocking ingredients can't be a very fun way to spend the majority of your time. [grasping... at straws....]
Oh, I forgot you held a job outside of the church. Have fun, then. Try not to get run down by drunken children. [HE'S HEARD THE STORIES...
friendless loser across every game]no subject
[what a fattydingdong loser]
Adults are also invited, it's going to be hosted separately from the drone prom at the Rec Center so that only conscious people come. I'll be okay, either way. [...] You're not concerned, are you? [PRETTY MUCH and she's coming over with the teaset... two cups this time because she'll drink some of that yes
oh wait did he already place a dumb amount of cups on the table...]
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except he does and he might poke around later that week anyway just to be sure she isn't giving other fattydingdongs anything too good.]
Of course I'm not. I've just heard they're very messy affairs, and it would be best to stay on your toes for the duration of the night. [why yes
yes he did put a dumb amount of cups on the table.... now there are even more cups IT'S A CUPAPALOOZA]
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Just gives him
A clearly convinced look
Before moving on...]
Some clever troublemaker who thinks it would be fun to spike the punch is probably inevitable, so the staff will definitely keep close watch. I also know one attendee who could start fights, so we will have to stay alert. But anyway, overall, I don't expect anything over the top. It ought to be fine.
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...
......
Quietly
judgesstares with cool indifference]3/3
Then begins to casually refill her tray with the current cupazoola so that she may bring all this back to the counter and then shelf them away. . . '3']
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watching her carry the tray over....]
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I need those.
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...
......
............
What for, if you don't mind me asking? [She'll stop, but he's still earning himself a faint eyebrow raise with that one...]
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[...it probably helps with the realism that he would really insist on something dumb like this if he actually did want a bunch of different drinks.]
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...Just what are you really trying to do, Charles?
[does he realize how painfully transparent he is
well she still has no idea what he's planning, but like that sort of excuse isn't just screaming HI I'M CHARLES AND I'M UP TO SOMETHING]
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anyway he's busy collecting all of the mugs to himself now. she can't have any...]
I don't know what you're talking about.
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