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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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blame Thores forever idek what TB fashion is...whatever whatever it's not his fault all his adversaries like to disembowel him geez, he tries to talk them down so politely first, too!!! rude tbh...]
...You made it yourself? [why is he surprised
she is like a swiss army knife... jack of all trades -- a better moment of surprise would be at learning there was something she could NOT do particularly well! ...and then maybe continues to fail at it after being taught. she just doesn't seem capable of failure to him okay!!!]
W-- wow... really? [clearly this calls for him leaning down to examine this all up in her business don't mind him ok Ciel ok.]
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these poor cosplayers...pick safer jobs sheesh!!
...
ah
well swiss army used to belong to the church r-right... totally related, TOTALLY.]
Ah... Yes, really. [oops goodbye personal space (for the second time tonight) but she will. Just stand still and pull her head back a bit then. So no awkward bump-intos happen... Geez look this looks perfectly normal okay!!] So... If your cassock is too warm for summer, I... Would not mind sewing you a thinner one?
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AHEM look there is nothing awkward about this at all excuse you... wait no he'll look up a bit from where he's been picking at her collar experimentally as if expecting it to DO A TRICK jesus christ why.]
Ah? You'd...
[trails off because geez that sounds like a lot of work and he feels like she... does a lot for him already.......
welp he's like right in her face isn't he
yet he still doesn't notice wow pro]no subject
...]
Yes, it would be... no trouble, at all.
[father you are
also
in my face
haven't we been through this already
see icon.......................]
1/3
...]
That's... you say that about everything, you know? Is it really...
['no problem', to do such selfless things like that all the time for this loser?
hmm...
...he... he should...]
2/3
3/3
--he should mind his FACE namely when it's in HERS oh my goodness...
you know what just see icon]
S-- sounds-- that sounds like-- a lot of work, so I really can't just accept it without-- uh, without--
[words.]
...
--Repayment! Yes. Repayment. Of some kind! Any kind. ...That you want.
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[...
yes please don't because then she'd be the one to have to catch you, which would totally happen but would only make this more embarrassing than it already is SHEESH WE'RE JUST FULL OF AWKWARD TONIGHT AREN'T WE
...
yes words]
Not at all... I did that for the drone priest before he left too, I'll have you know. Really, I enjoy sewing, so I'd be happy to!
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again... derpderpderp.he swallows before he thinks of answering. yes let's just recover from that
additional dose of... special]
...
[nope words still not coming, hold please...]
If...
[...]
...If you'd... really like to do something like that...
[.............]
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I would! If you would be so helpful to provide me with your measurements next time, I'll get to it right away. [She's recovered quickly this time, at least.] Would that be alright? [she'll dish out enough words for the both of them in the meanwhile, in that case........]
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he'll probably cry too so enjoy that.
--HMM she did recover impressively quickly!! at least it's helping his awkward fade to
somewhatreasonable levels...for him, of course]
Measurements? Um-- I don't think... I have them off-hand...
[he's sure Caterina has them memorized for every time she's got to order his loser butt a new cassock, though!!!!! which is terribly helpful here isn't it.]
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there problem solved]
I have measuring tape. May I take them the next time you come, then?
[oh she has to threaten his personal space next time, hm.
...
eh, ok.]
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oh. he pauses. that problem was solved easily enough.]
Ah... I-- don't see why not! You're doing me a big favor, after all... [is this really a thing?? welp, at least he won't be dying of heat come full-blown summer!!
too bad he'll whine about it being ~~unbearably hot~~ and on the verge of dying anyway...]
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Are we settled? Good. I'll do my best, so I hope it'll be adequate. [Whether he notices or not she's eying him more keenly now with a faint hint of apprehension... because his current cassock really does have a super elaborate but also nice design to it!! If she hopes to come anywhere close while making it thin to wear, that's going to need some serious embroidery work... Ho-hum, a definite challenge--!!
also
starts storing chocolate milk/shakes
problem also solved............]
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I'm sure it would be! I mean, your habit is very-- it's really nice, so-- [nod. NOD.] --I'm sure I'll be happy with it, Sister!
[if it makes it any easier for her she can cannibalize the adornments off this one........... it's not like he'd complain and won't be needing winter gear for a long while yet!!
mmm chocolate milk... mmm shakes........]
Actually-- that reminds me of something, Ciel...
1/2
...It's very simple and--basic, however, at least in contrast to yours... Are those adornments important to you, Father? [biggest challenge seriously...]
2/2
so
easy........
but okay blinking and looking back at him up in the face now!]
--Hm?
1/2
Um-- that's the only thing that matters, really! [and only because His Holiness is here... not to mention it might be helpful if a member of the Inquisition were to arrive, and he needed to identify himself
to those troublemakers rarrrgh...] Anything else can go!2/2
I was wondering... the canele...
Is it a new recipe? I don't think you've made them before while I was here... have you?
1/3
But saving that for another day, yes. And did you say inquisition, just send them her way.........]
Are you sure? That's definitely doable, and if it's just this, it'll certainly make things easier.
[THAT SAID]
2/3
3/3 gj self.........
[an innocent inquiry, with a look so calm and sincere that it really beckons an immediate answer.]
aw yeahhh
considering what she'd said before... and what he knew of her life -- 'Elesia's' life... what she's 'put to good use,' and even the comment just now -- that this was not a new recipe. it solidifes what he's suspected.
but instead of further probing -- the time for that had passed, now, and he's delved into what hurt her too much as it is -- he allows himself to quietly smile instead.]
...I think it might have been the best thing I've tasted in a long time, Ciel.
q_q
She appreciates it.
His quiet smile is answered in turn, but there's a rare quality to it now that her usual smiles don't hold.
A muted gratitude mixed with sincere contentment, complete with a touch of calming peace, even if it's not devoid of a hint of something... forlorn.]
...I'm happy to hear that. Thank you, Father.
[These words were heartfelt, and they may not be addressed to him alone. But the time for questions has passed, hasn't it? So she'll just continue on then, by starting to take a step towards the exit door.
Nothing more needs to be said now.]
dat face
...no.
she has made the people that passed down what she's putting to such good use, proud. of that, Abel is very sure... but...
he isn't as certain that Ciel would agree. it's a very sad thought, especially when coupled with -that- look on her face...
...
in the end, all he can do is quietly follow after her.]
first use congrats!! but for sad reasons oops...
that face is too cute for life jsyk. but i think you've used it before /scratches chin........
deadcats. not icly haha but it was my plork icon for a while
oh no don't tell me i'm crazy more deadcats
pats... deadcats rollout