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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt3.4)

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Title: A New World (pt3.4)
Number: 282
Date: Oct 18, 2008 at 5:05 AM
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Divinatas – Oct 18, 2008 at 5:05 AM

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[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

“So, you got lost in town and stayed the night somewhere, but you don’t know where that somewhere is?” Jacob said, having a bit of a Sherlock Holmes expression on his face as he eyed Cheyanne. Several of them were sitting peacefully at a table outside enjoying an early lunch.

Mrs. Keane was more suspicious than Jacob. “Sounds like a secret affair! Wouldn’t you at least know the name of the people there, girl?”

Cheyanne knew she should have just told them she ran in to a friend! “Why on earth would I take Peter with me on a secret affair! I don’t even know anyone!” she complained, dropping a couple squares of sugar in to her tea. Mrs. Keane wasn’t quite [i]so[/i] hard on her anymore, but she was still always dreaming up evil stories! And Jacob wasn’t helping at all.

“She does know Mr. Daupre.” there he went not helping, “He’s not with us, so who’s to say they didn’t plan a romantic dinner and wanted a little privacy?”

Cheyanne was about to throw a fork at Jacob, but maybe that would look even more suspicious. It was bad enough her face was red again. This was happening all too often and was getting to be ridiculous![/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Oct 18, 2008 at 5:32 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter swallowed his bite of apple and eyed Jacob – anyone’s stare when well-placed made Jacob nervous after all.

“Are you suggesting the Master is a sneaky fellow that would follow us all this way to do sneaky things?” Peter asked. After all, how would any of them know where the Master lives? Peter was emboldened by the fact the Master himself had told him not to tell the place of his mother’s house – and Peter intended to do well keeping that secret!

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Divinatas – Oct 18, 2008 at 6:08 AM

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

“Mr. Daupre would never run off on secret meetings with women, for sure.” added Mrs. Keane giving Jacob her own dark stare now! “He is a man of class with a reputation to uphold!”

Jacob sputtered, choking a bit on his drink. “I surely didn’t mean it like that, madam Keane! You know, even an upstanding man might want to keep his relationship private! After all, you women gossip like fiends.”

“Aren’t you the one that started this whole conversation?” said Cheyanne, now matching the wicked look both Peter and Mrs. Keane were shooting at Jacob. “Maybe you should mind your own business and not be making up stories about Mr. Daupre!”

Sighing, Jacob shrugged his shoulders. He was outnumbered and bullied yet again! He was going to have to learn how to keep his mouth shut![/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Oct 18, 2008 at 6:24 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie affectionately patted Peter’s head and put a piece of fresh bread in his plate.

“Regardless, you had us worried – I was worried,” Marie said. “You ought to be more careful! I hardly slept last night.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter got started on his new fresh piece of bread.

“I’m sorry,” he said with his own sort of dignity. “I should have led her back, but I lost the way, too.”

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Divinatas – Oct 21, 2008 at 10:59 AM

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

Jacob was now sulking as he ate, and Cheyanne thought he deserved it well! She sipped her tea, shrugging her shoulders in a mild embarrassment. “I’m sorry Marie. We might have sent a note if we had thought about it. I supposed I’m not really used to having people waiting up for me.”

Mrs. Keane snorted as she buttered a tart. “I still stay living alone and unmarried is shameless. A woman at your age should have found a decent husband, or be living with a wiser aged chaperon and out of trouble! We ought to try a dating service and take care of it before you start wrinkling and can’t have any children.”

[i]Cough![/i] Cheyanne sputtered so hard she was choking on her tea! Cough! Cough! Hack![/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Oct 23, 2008 at 5:48 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie patted Cheyanne on the back somewhat forcefully – she seemed to need it! Marie worried. Yet she was aware of course that Cheyanne loathed all the hovering and prodding she had been getting from her sister and family in order to marry her off, plus all those stories of horribly spineless men… Cheyanne wasn’t too young anymore and dating services were not cheap!

“Mrs. Keane,” said Marie. “Perhaps it would be better to leave such matters to miss Fowler’s parents.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter’s eyes opened wide, but he kept on nibbling on his piece of bread – for now!

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Divinatas – Sep 17, 2009 at 6:35 AM

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

“If Miss Fowler’s parents were of any use, she would not have ended up with us at all.” replied Mrs. Keane sternly. “I suppose it is up to us now to handle it. Mind you, there won’t be any dowry but there are many eligible men in the city.”

“I’ll marry you, Cheyanne!” announced Jacob, suddenly shaking off his sullen expression to cast a wide grin.

Cheyanne managed to get her coughing under control and sat stiffly in her seat. “You’re about ten years too young! Besides, a girl doesn’t [i]have[/i] to get married. It’d be a lot of unnecessary trouble.” What was worse was that she couldn’t seem to picture any decent sort of man from this time period or her own! And when she did, it always ended up being Mr. Daupre with his sketchbook of wedding dresses. The wedding commission really had been wild!

“Preposterous.” snorted Mrs. Keane. “You might be strange, child, but I have seen much more mad women find husbands.”

Cheyanne rose slowly from her chair after taking a final sip from her cup. “If that’s the case I better go run outside and get all my crazy out before I find myself betrothed.” She stuck her tongue out at Mrs. Keane (who responded with another snort) and fetched her shawl and parasol. “I’m going for a walk on the beach. If you do find me a husband while I’m out, make sure he has all of his teeth! I could never marry a man without all of his teeth.”
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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (Part 3.2)

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Title: A New World (Part 3.2)
Number: 191
Date: Aug 25, 2008 at 7:30 PM
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Divinatas – Aug 25, 2008 at 7:30 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

The beach was warm and sunny with glimmering white sands, cheerful people, and rushing ocean waves! Many of the Atelier staff were there, having pooled together to rent a beachside cottage close to the water. Some had even brought family members along to enjoy the vacation.

Cheyanne was standing outside on the sand with a pretty parasol watching the people as they strolled by or played along the beach. The different styles of beach clothes were the most interesting. Some women were “scandalously” under clothed, with slim fitting suits that showed a fair amount of leg. She heard some of the older women clucking their teeth about it. Others were wearing complicated overlayered swimsuits and Cheyanne wondered how they’d even manage to swim.

Of course, Cheyanne herself wasn’t that great at swimming as it is. So she contentedly wore a light dress and stayed a comfortable distance away from the water. What time was there for swimming in New York, anyway?

It had been a pleasant few days so far, and it left Cheyanne wondering if Mr. Daupre ever did take a break. Maybe Alba would have made him.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 26, 2008 at 11:25 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter came by with a kite he had just made. He had been playing with other children, but he decided Miss Flower was bored – whether it was true or not – and she needed to play.

“Let’s go fly my kite!” Peter said. He was very proud, because he had made the kite himself the day before. He was only a little sorry because he had to leave Lady Keen at the house; Peter had been horrified at the idea that his cat could get lost at the beach. Besides, Lady Keen was good at patrolling the house.

“We can climb to the hill near the lighthouse and fly my kite from there.”

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2008 at 1:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked down across the beach towards the hill and the lighthouse in the distance. “I haven’t flown a kite in forever. Not since my nephews were really small.” she replied, resting the parasol against her shoulder and starting in the right direction.

Twirling the parasol because she liked the shadows it made on the sand, Cheyanne blinked down at Peter. “Now you don’t have to answer, but I was wondering what happened to your mother?” She had found out about his father, but she didn’t recall anyone mentioning Peter’s mother and she had gotten curious.

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2008 at 12:48 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter fiddled with his kite and stayed silent for a long instant. Seagulls let out strange cries, floating in the seabreeze far above, suspended like long kites against the clear blue sky. Peter rubbed his nose with his free hand.

“My mother died. She got a cold… we didn’t have heating,” he absently said. “It was soon after my father was caught cheating at horse races, or so they said. We had spent the money her family sent us. I’d stay in bed with her and Lady Keen to keep her warm, but she was so cold and shivering. She died in her sleep one night.”

Peter nibbled on his lip.

“The people to whom my dad owed money sent the lawyers after her funeral. We lived a block from Master Daupre’s maison. The lawyers took everything that was left, and my father was taken away to Debtor’s Prison. When they tried to take me to the workhouse and sell me off, I ran. I remembered Master Daupre’s maison, because my mother used to be his client in better times. Master Daupre was on the doorstep, leaving for an appointment. I hid behind him and said I worked for him, said I had a job already so they wouldn’t take me to the workhouse. Master Daupre didn’t deny it. So I got to stay. I only went to my old house once, to get Lady Keen. She was wandering the alleys, and I brought her to the maison.”

Little Peter wiped his eyes absently.

“Lady Keen is so nice. I wish I could have brought her along… Let’s go fly my kite, Miss Flower.”

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Divinatas – Sep 11, 2008 at 10:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne nodded slowly, following Peter in silence for a few moments. How horrible! Wasn’t there laws against forced child labor, or protection laws for kids? It was lucky Peter did run across Mr. Daupre, or who knows what would have happened!

When she realized she was probably scowling, Cheyanne put on a brighter smile. This was supposed to be a happy, worry free vacation, if not for herself… Peter deserved a little fun! Closing up her parasol, she hooked it on the edge of her skirt and rest her hands on her hips.

“Alright now, how do we fly this kite?”

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Azul Morag – Sep 12, 2008 at 4:28 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter wiped his eyes quickly and when he turned he had a smile again.

“We have to get to the top of the hill,” he explained, “and run back, holding up the kite! Then we have to loosen the thread as it goes higher. It can go very high!”

He grabbed Cheyanne’s hand and ran with her to the top of the hill!

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Divinatas – Sep 12, 2008 at 6:24 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“All the way to the top…?” she said, looking at the steepness of the hill. It wasn’t that it was too steep, but running around in these shoes and long skirts didn’t make for easy climbing. Before she could protest, Peter already had her hand and was pulling her up the hill!

“Not so fast! I’ll go tumbling down it, like a sack of potatoes!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 12, 2008 at 6:49 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“Run faster, Miss Flower!” Peter cried, running uphill. He was pretty stronger than he looked, because soon they reached the top of the hill. A hundred yards away, the lighthouse was all bathed in blue and yellow light, as the sun had begun to descend towards the ocean. Seagulls floated in the breeze like white cardboard birds. One of them seemed to find Cheyanne’s parasol pretty interesting, because it flew a quick curve around her just to give it a peck!

Little Peter waved a hand at it just like Marie used to wave a hand at Alba to “shoo” her away.

“Look, there are ships!”

Far into the sea, a couple of white sails showed, slowly moving like a feather floating in the breeze.

“I bet if we could get to the top of the lighthouse, we could see the Master’s house,” he casually said. He held up the kite.

“You hold it like this and run till it it starts flying!”

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Divinatas – Sep 18, 2008 at 9:50 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne’s staring up at the light house was interrupted as Peter shoved the kite in to her hands. “Oh.. kay.” Holding the kite up, Cheyanne picked a direction and started running! Just when she thought the wind was catching the kite perfectly, somehow she made a misstep. Before she knew it Cheyanne was crashing to the ground and spitting grass out of her mouth!

“Bother! I knew it was impossible to run in a big fluffy dress!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 11:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter dashed after Cheyanne and nearly tripped on her when she fell. He caught the kite’s cord before it would float away into the sky and held it while pulling Cheyanne up (at least, upright!).

“Are you alright, miss Flower?” He grinned. “This is much more fun than staying at home, yes? Let’s try again!”

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Divinatas – Sep 20, 2008 at 3:08 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne upon sitting up, dusted off her sleeves and straightened her shirt. She rose slowly to her feet, testing to make sure she didn’t break or twist anything as she rearranged the folds of her dress.

“I think, maybe, it’s a better idea if you do the running with the string and I hold up the kite in the air so it can catch the wind.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 4:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter arched an eyebrow and gave one of Alphonse’s lopsided smirks.

“Alright. I’ll do the running, but you have to keep up!”

Peter set off running with the kite! After some exertion, the kite finally began to catch the wind and slowly soared up into the sky above. Peter had run around the top of the hill. Opposite to the side of the hill facing the beach, behind the tall lighthouse, there was a groove of trees, a grassy field and in the distance, a roof. Several roofs in fact; but they were far. Down at the beach, people were enjoying the sunny day. Marie and some of the others were lounging around a tent they had rented. Peter was maneuvering with the kite, loosening the thread to allow it go higher.

“Miss Flower, it’s flying!”

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Divinatas – Sep 20, 2008 at 4:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“With no help from me, that’s for sure!” Cheyanne said cheerfully, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the flying kite. It was amazing how hypnotizing a floating bit of craft paper could be up there in the sky.

Cheyanne’s gaze switched from the kite to examine the expanse of the beach and all of the houses and buildings of the town nearby. It still looked old fashion with all the old stone architecture.

“I can’t see the Atelier. Didn’t you say we could see Mr. Daupre’s home from here?”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 6:15 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter blinked, looking confused. Did he say that?

“Actually, we are a long way from New Amsterdam now,” Little Peter said. “Those houses are the outskirts of the town where we rented the tent and we’ll be staying there, I think. The other roofs are farm houses and well…” Little Peter got red. “Just don’t tell anyone, because I promised I wouldn’t tell… I shouldn’t be telling you. But I was here before, sometime after I started working with Master Daupre. The lawyers had sent someone to lure me out, so the Master brought me here for a couple of weeks. There’s a big house beyond those grass fields. His mother lives there, and I stayed with her for a while. She is kinda ill, but she’s nice when she’s well… like, when she is not confused. I don’t think even Mrs. Keane knows where is exactly the Master’s house. He’s very fierce about keeping people away, because they’d disturb his mom.”

Little Peter frowned a bit. It was obvious the fierceness with which the Master took care of his mother inspired Little Peter great respect. He was taking great pains in describing the lady without saying she was not well in the head.

“She is very nice and kind, but she sometimes gets confused. Like, living a lot of years in the past! Sometimes, she thinks the Master is his dad. His dad is dead. But she realizes and sometimes she’s sad.”

“Hm… Alba catches a lot of field mice, and rabbits.” Little Peter fiddled with the kite to avoid a curious seagull from getting too close to it in the sky.

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Divinatas – Sep 22, 2008 at 8:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s sad… But I suppose it happens to most people. Getting older and having to take care of your parents.” Cheyanne said softly, looking out over the houses and green fields to see if she could spot the place. Her own parents were still alive and in good health, thanks to the modern medicine era. But eventually she was going to be in the same boat. …If she ever went back home.

Peter changed the subject and Cheyanne gratefully followed suit. “Alba is an owl after all, those are her favorite meals!” Unhooking the parasol from her belt she opened it back up again to shield herself from the sun. It was just so [i]hot[/i] having to wear such a layered dress. But Cheyanne didn’t want to try on any of those bathing suits or someone was going to get the idea of dragging her swimming. Flying kites with Peter was decidedly much safer!

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Azul Morag – Sep 22, 2008 at 11:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Just as she said this, a white dot shone in the skies, and as it grew closer it became clear that wasn’t a seagull. The seagulls didn’t seem to mind it much, till it came closer and chased them! The white bird descended in a big curve and perched on a fence between them and the lighthouse. It was Alba! She shook her feathers and shrieked, then just sat there, staring at them.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter opened his eyes wide.

“She heard me,” he said in dismay. “I shouldn’t have told…” He looked about to cry.

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Divinatas – Sep 23, 2008 at 3:51 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well speak of the devil! Er… owl. Seeing Alba flying around in a more natural setting was enchanting to watch. As she landed, Cheyanne was smiling… until she realized Mr. Daupre wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Alba was out all on her own, and the once place she decided to go was here. With [i]her[/i]. She was going to get called an owl-knapper again!

“Albaaaa!” Cheyanne said with a softly plaintive voice. For a moment her expression was about the same as Peter’s, but didn’t he say Alba liked hunting in the fields. She quickly changed her tone. “You know, Alba is just out for an afternoon flight, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about at all. I think.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 23, 2008 at 10:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter didn’t look quite convinced. The owl was a household deity after all! Peter had quite a strong faith for a little kid. Maybe one spiced up with some details of his own.

“But why would she appear just as we mentioned her just now?” Little Peter argued. He began skillfully pulling down his kite, taking a short walk and gently maneuvering the kite to make it descend into an amazingly smooth landing. He turned and blinked as if it was the most normal thing in the world (which for a kid in his day and age, probably was).

“Do you think she’s here to fetch us?”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba fluffed up her snowy feathers with great dignity. She was sporting new leather jesses on her legs. Unlike common falconry practice, she didn’t wear any bells – apparently, not even at the countryside; but just from the new jesses and her apparent high spirits, it was seemingly she had been training with Alphonse. Why was she on her own though, was still unknown!

Alba flapped vigorously and stretched her wings, one at a time along with the side’s leg, shook her feathers and gave two short shrieks, staring at Cheyanne and Peter.

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 7:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Most certainly not. Why on earth would she come to fetch us, anyway? If there were any trouble she would fetch someone more appropriate.” Cheyanne eyed Alba carefully. Yes, if there was trouble, she and little Peter were surely on the bottom of the list of people to come and rescue.

Resting her parasol against her shoulder, she pointed out at the grassy meadow and towards the general direction of Mr. Daupre’s home. “Alba, you have to go home. Mr. Daupre is going to be furious and I refuse to get accused of kidnapping again.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 7:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba gave a long shriek followed by several short, low and rasping ones. She fluffed up and stayed put on the fence, clicking her beak and watching them.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“She definitely wants [i]something,[/i]” Peter whispered. “Maybe something happened? Something bad?”

Peter quickly wound up the cord of his kite around the handle.

“Is she hurt?”

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was watching Alba carefully. “She’s alright. Alba is just delicately trying to tell me she’s not going anywhere.” Amused or annoyed, Cheyanne hadn’t decided yet. But she did know Alba couldn’t just stay out with them. She would be in [i]so[/i] much trouble!

With a quick glance around, there still wasn’t any sight of Mr. Daupre. She worried the handle of her parasol, and chewed on her bottom lip. They could take Alba home couldn’t they? Peter would know the way, and that was if Alba didn’t decide to fly off home herself while they were walking. Who knew what Alba was thinking.

Besides, it was a perfect excuse to see Mr. Daupre.

“Alba, where is Mr. Daupre? How about we go see him? He’s probably missing you.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:15 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter blinked in alarm.

“Go seeing the Master? What about the others? They will miss us and they could follow us and it’d be a disaster!” And he will know it’s my fault!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba shook her head sideways to calculate the distance with every intention to take short flight to land on Cheyanne, but the parasol was most inconvenient. Alba shook her feathers and clicked her beak in disappointment. She however took a short flight to the near groove of trees and landed on a low branch, from which she shrieked again and watched them, rather expectantly.

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“You don’t have to go if you’re afraid of getting in trouble.” Cheyanne replied, already following after Alba. She turned around after a few steps to glance at Peter. “If I don’t take her back, I’ll get called a crazy owl kidnapper again. I really don’t want to see that senile doctor again or get wrapped up in a straight jacket, or [i]worse[/i] put away in a prison!”

Flipping the parasol closed she hooked it on her belt as she continued walking again. “So I’ll risk getting yelled at for a few minutes, in making sure Alba is where she belongs compared to that! You can just go on and tell Marie I am out for a walk!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:47 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter looked about to cry with worry! He could do as she says, but how could he let miss Flower wander alone? She didn’t even know the place! Or where she was, for that matter – plus it was true miss Flower was a bit off in the head and most likely she would need an escort!

Peter furrowed his brow and wiped his teary eyes.

“I can’t let you go alone!” He said. He marched after her.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba waited till they catched up, then took a short flight to another tree. In this fashion, she led them through the trees and down to the grasslands that were visible from the lighthouse’s hill. The grass was knee-high, fresh and quite green, with tiny white flowers here and there. Alba flew ahead, leading them a long way across the grasslands. Trees grew behind and at the sides, where the beach was visible among the trees at their far right, but no people were seen there. On the far left, the trees were thicker to form a forest, and faintly visible a bell tower marked the place there the town was. Ahead, more grasslands and still far, a group of grand, stone buildings.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“Those buildings over theeere are the Master’s house,” Peter grumpily said. He pulled his cap to his ears.

Alba circled them and flew a bit more, then just ahead something white shone in the grass. And something glared, like glass. A pair of boots came into view.

“There is someone there in the grass!”

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 12:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne first thought that maybe it was a dead body lying in the grass, but that was quickly pushed out of her head. Mostly. It still lingered there in the back – this [i]was[/i] a dangerous time period. Then she recognized the perfectly designed shoes and groaned aloud.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she cleared her throat and primly adjusted her sleeves. Trying not to smile, Cheyanne clasped her hands behind her back. “Mr. Daupre, what a brilliant surprise! ”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Just saying Alphonse was surprised would have been an understatement. He was wearing a classy suit, fitting for exploring and taking strolls in the countryside. His hair was loose (something just a tad of a bit unusual) and his cap was suspiciously laying a few feet away. Alphonse didn’t make the slightest effort to sit up and just blinked at them in alarm.

“Well, surprise!” He finally grumbled. “Why are you…?” He briefly eyed Peter and Peter shrank half his size, pulling his own cap further over his ears. Alphonse gasped.

“Does this mean [I]the whole staff is at Madelaine Beach?” [/I]He seemed to find that a very disturbing thought!

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It seems they are.” Cheyanne didn’t find that the least bit odd. Of course the staff would settle for a familiar place that was relatively close. It made planning vacations so much easier. Mr. Daupre needn’t look so shocked.

Moving through the grass, Cheyanne scooped up his hat and brushed off the stray leaves. What did he do, throw himself on the ground? “Peter and I were flying a kite up on the hillside near the lighthouse, when Alba came over for a visit. Normally I would let her being, seeing as I enjoy her company but she-… Mr. Daupre, [i]why are[/i] you just laying in the grass?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse eyed the white dot in the skies. No wonder, he grudgingly thought. Why Alba seemed to have a fixation with Cheyanne was something he rather refused to understand. He didn’t move, squinting behind his eyeglasses.

“There’s a better view of the skies from here,” he evasively replied. “That is something hard to find in the city.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter spied from under his cap. There was too much glare to enjoy staring at the sky with the sun up, but he cautiously kept quiet. He took a step back and began looking for bugs in the grass.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne looked up at the sky. It was the very same sky she was admiring earlier, and sort of curious that Mr. Daupre was admiring it too. He really didn’t seem the sort of man that would sit still long enough to appreciate the little things.

This, of course, made her suspicious. “You’re right. I was telling Marie this morning just how lovely it was.” Glancing down at him as subtly as possible, she gave him a look over. He didn’t look rumpled or like he was in a fight. He wasn’t mugged or attempted murdered. Perhaps he over worried himself and fainted?

Cheyanne thought she give it a test. “I think you’re sitting on a pile of ants.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:04 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked and instinctively tried to jerk his body to sit up and check, but he just cringed and stayed where he was.

“Hm… no,” he said, almost defensively. “I’ve been here for a while and I have not got bitten!”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter glanced at them, but he stayed at a prudent distance. He found a big ladybug and carefully tried to capture it but despite, he had an ear like a radar antenna pointed at them!

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Ah HA!” exclaimed Cheyanne! Cringing in pain was a sure fire clue that something was wrong. Why did the man have to be so stubborn and not ask for help when he needed it? At least he wasn’t about to go hurling up his guts or having a heart attack.

Kneeling down in the grass, setting her parasol over to the side, Cheyanne was already gently prodding at his legs to find the root of the problem. “Is it so hard to ask for help, Mr. Daupre? Would you have lain her all day if Alba didn’t spot us?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse would have swatted at her if he could, but he had to resort to glaring and trying not to wince.

“I am alright… I just need to catch my breath.” He said with dignity. “I just slipped on the grass, that is all.”

He was wearing buckled boots but perhaps the obviously expensive leather was too supple for its owner’s good. Alphonse blushed. Why did he have to blush! But there he was, blushing miserably like a school boy.

“I am fine, really,” he protested under examination. “How bad could it be anyway…?”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter captured his ladybug just on time to hear the Master fuss. Peter spied a bit, now more worried than before.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 4:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

How bad could it be? Well, Cheyanne kept her grand ideas to herself. A place like this, even a small injury could go horribly wrong. The evil doctor she met was proof of that! At least for the time being Mr. Daupre didn’t look seriously injured. His foot had some dark bruising around his ankle but it wasn’t broken.

Thinking it was silly for a man to be twisting his foot, it was hard for Cheyanne not to giggle. Mr. Daupre wasn’t at all helping with his blushing. She smiled anyway.

“Not too bad. You’ve twisted your ankle, Mr. Daupre. You’re going to have to get it a rest for a night or two. I think Peter is going to have to fetch someone to help take you home.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 11:05 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse propped himself on his elbows and sighed. He was very obviously in pain but refusing to admit it. He eyed her however, at the mention of sending Peter to fetch someone for help.

“Miss Fowler,” he started. He was frowning but he was still blushing and looking hurt, so that counteracted a little the effect of his glaring. “I would like to point out to your notice…” he winced, “that I would rather keep the Atelier staff unaware of my presence here, moreso the place of my residence. It’s very important for me to keep such information removed from public reach. I do have my reasons… and I do ask you to indulge me at least this once.”

That, because Cheyanne seemed to always be finding her way around his orders – she would usually have a way to either twist his words or just – and quite unrepentantly – misbehave for the sake or making him angry (or so he thought!).

“Mr. Little,” he said, eyeing Peter, “shall go to my house and find the butler, then will instruct him to send someone to help me get back to the house.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter zoomed back so quickly he could as well have glided on the grass like an otter on ice.

“Yes, Master Daupre!” Peter said. He looked about to cry, not only because as he feared, the Master was glaring accusingly at him but also because the Master was hurt. With both his parents gone, Peter looked up to Alphonse and the slightest notion that he could have an accident and die in an instant distressed him. He gave Cheyanne his kite and set off running.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

An awkward silence followed. The breeze swept the surface of the grass like the waves of a green sea. The sun shone. Bugs buzzed by. Alba got herself a field mouse and stayed at a distance, rather smugly.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 8:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne watched Peter as he ran off like a bolt of lightning, while simultaneously ignoring the fluffy smugness of Alba. After a moment she sat down next to Mr. Daupre, arranging her volumes of skirts appropriately, before opening up the parasol to hold over the both of them. They may be sitting there for awhile and the shade was nice.

“I won’t tell a soul, Mr. Daupre. But you might give Alba a better list of people to fetch when you’re in trouble.” she was teasing with a pleasant smile.

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Azul Morag – Oct 4, 2008 at 10:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse allowed himself to fall back on the grass, now under the blessedly cool shade of Cheyanne’s parasol. He was half-blinded by the glare of the cloudless, blue skies – but he wouldn’t admit it under threat of death!

Alphonse focused his steel-gray eyes (full of dancing green spots, or to him it seemed so, anyway) on Cheyanne. He didn’t remember that dress, and he took that as a possible insult added to injury… but his eyes were hurting, actually. He saw her smile and a faint smirk slightly curled his lip. Alphonse closed his eyes for an instant.

“Thank you,” he said. “I doubt she would listen to me on such matters… but I would ask her to sit on you for weeks if you were to change your mind.”

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Divinatas – Oct 4, 2008 at 6:12 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

A smile from Mr. Daupre was a rare thing, and very encouraging. Cheyanne smiled wider. “She would, I think. If at least for several hours until I had to take a bath or crawl in to bed. I doubt she’d like being watered or rolled over on.”

Balancing the parasol so it’d stay put, Cheyanne plucked up a few of the longstem wild flowers that were scattered amongst the grass. She weaved stems together as she formed a chain. It was just a simple thing to keep distracted with while she waited for Peter to return with help.

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Azul Morag – Oct 5, 2008 at 8:52 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse rubbed rubbed his eyes a little, pushing his spectacles over to his eyebrows.

“Alba is strange, for a bird…”

Alphonse blinked slowly and watched Cheyanne weave flowers together. His leg hurt horribly but he wasn’t about to let that be apparent anyway.

“Tell me about this ‘world’ of yours,” he said. “What is it like?”

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Divinatas – Oct 5, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Letting out a small huff as she fussed with the flowers, she tried to put together a good description in her head. There was just [i]so many[/i] things about modern life that different from this place, that it could take years trying to describe them!

“Well… For one, it’s not as prim and proper or conservative. In fact, most people barely even know basic manners and chivalry is completely out the window. Especially in New York. Not that everything is crazy and savage, it’s just.. different.” Cheyanne figured if Mr. Daupre were to go to New York, he’d probably be so out raged by people he’d have a heart attack. …and that’s if he didn’t faint at the sight of all the women’s clothing.

Grinning to herself, she tied the ends of the flowers. “There’s electricity and plumbing for every business and home. Motorcars, airplanes, submarines, rocket ships. And probably not an unexplored land left in the whole world. People are all over the place. I guess in a thousand years they might try to build a colony on Mars.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2008 at 3:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse raised his eyebrows. Personally, he thought street manners in New Amsterdam were not prim and proper, let alone conservative. Many people didn’t have basic manners and the budding feminist efforts were seemingly campaigning to have ladies treated like young lads in the back of a cart on its way to the market. How much worse could this “New York” be? According to Cheyanne… much worse.

“A woman that talks like a seasoned sailor could never be pleasant company,” he gravely pointed out.

Technological advances… He had guessed that much from the clothes he had bought from her when she arrived. He had read Julius C. Verne books about amazing contraptions and submarines… If such things really come to be, they should be quite the amazing sight! He enjoyed the book From the Earth to the Moon, but living in Mars?

“Your world sounds like technology has taken over the people,” he said with a faint smile. “Like something out of Julius C. Verne’s books. It must be interesting to see.”

Alphonse watched her for a long moment.

“Of course you’d wish you were there now,” he slowly said. “Don’t you?”

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Divinatas – Oct 6, 2008 at 10:54 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“If all the power went out, I doubt anyone would know what to do.” she said about the technology taking over the people. It was entirely too true! Even she could never had imagined living without her blow dryers, microwaves, and cars. If it weren’t for Mr. Daupre and the people at the Atelier, she might not have been able to survive!

[i]”Of course you’d wish you were there now,” he slowly said. “Don’t you?”[/i]

Cheyanne paused, a frown creeping across her face. [i]Did[/i] she miss New York? Her family for sure. Talking to her sister on the weekend to hear about her family and what they’ve been doing. But… her own life?

“Truthfully…?” she started, “I wasn’t very happy. I miss my family, but everything else was… dead ended. Here everything is so different and sometimes scary but it’s exciting, even adventurous. I like being here with you. …and the Atelier.” she added on quickly. Cheyanne smiled, giving an embarrassed shrug. “I don’t know what I’ll do without cheeseburgers though!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2008 at 5:57 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked and red crept over his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose again. He nibbled on his lip.

“I’m glad to be of help,” he said. “I don’t know what would I have done if I were in your place. I… have an ill mother and I am her only child.”

The wind rippled the green blanket of grass over the fields.

“Your world does sound interesting,” he said. He paused for an instant.

“I would miss you if you were to leave,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Oct 8, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne stopped, blinking down at the wild flowers in her hands and hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt. Did he [i]really[/i] just say he’d miss her? She didn’t want to ask to be sure!

“I’m not going anywhere any time soon.” Tying the two ends together, Cheyanne had made a very pretty little flower wreath. She turned around to lay it just right over Mr. Daupre’s head, giving him a shy shrug of her shoulder and a small smile.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2008 at 5:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at the flower wreath was laid above his head somewhere he couldn’t see. His ears were burning.

“The others will wonder where are you,” he said, a bit defensively. He was however, looking shy himself.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Just then, Peter came back, running. Behind him came a cart pulled by a horse led by a tall man in a black uniform. A flurry of skirts hopped off the cart and ran to them. It was a very pretty lady in a pinstripe dress and a blue bonnet on her nicely done very, very white hair. She looked about thirty or less which was shocking considering who she was!

“Etienne!” She cried as she ran to them. Little Peter arrived first and quite flustered.

“I did say it would be best if she waited at home, Master!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was dumbfounded. He tried to sit up. The lady was staring at Cheyanne accusingly.

“Who is this lady, if I may ask?” She asked in airy French.

Alphonse replied in English anyway.

“This is miss Cheyanne Fowler… and yes, my foot is alright,” he added incisively, in an attempt to divert the lady’s attention.

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Divinatas – Oct 8, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I thought you said you were an only child?” Cheyanne said towards Mr. Daupre. The women was such a mirror of him and so young, she had to be a sibling or cousin! It didn’t occur to her to be anyone else!

“He twisted his foot out here in the field, and Alba chose to come and fetch us. Luckily it’s only a little sprain, but he shouldn’t be walking on it anyway so Peter went to fetch someone more helpful.” she rambled, hoping to spare herself from more suspicious glances! Cheyanne closed up her parasol and handed it to Peter, moving to Mr. Daupre’s side to help him to his feet.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2008 at 6:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse didn’t quite have an answer for that, so he allowed himself (mainly out of bewilderment) be helped up by Cheyanne. The man in black uniform handed Peter the reins of the horse and helped as well. Alphonse found himself on one foot with only one boot and a wreath of flowers over his eyes. The lady was staring accusingly.

“Miss Fowler wasn’t trying to kill me, mother. Alba brought her here,” he tossed in for a little belief. “Could you please be nicer?”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 1:35 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Mother!” Cheyanne exclaimed! “She couldn’t be. She looks beautiful, like a sister or cousin.” Realizing she had said that out loud, she looked thoroughly embarrassed! Cheyanne hadn’t expected to meet his mother, especially with the way he was so secretive about her. Even Marie had said almost none had seen her!

Cheyanne pushed the flower crown up on Mr. Daupre’s head so they weren’t in his eyes. “I’m really not out to get him. I don’t know why Alba didn’t think to fetch someone more appropriate. She tends to have ulterior motives..”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 1:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse’s mother was mildly appeased at the compliments but she still eyed Cheyanne and gasped! She said she wasn’t out to get her son and that generally means the contrary!

“Etienne is too young to get married!” She said. “And you are too young, too! This is a scandal, really! You should go home to play, girl!” She eyed Cheyanne for an instant. “Why, are you not the girl that arrived on a flying carpet!”

“It was a train,” Little Peter cautiously pointed out.

The lady raised her eyebrows. “Regardless her means of transport, she shouldn’t be out on her own!”

Alphonse swallowed.

“Mother,” he said, “I am not so young anymore.”

“Nonsense. What in the Goddess’ name happened to your foot. You shouldn’t be running in the grass like that. Now get on the cart and we will go home. You will owe your father an explanation.”

She eyed Cheyanne and went back to the cart to fuss with blankets and pillows on it to accomodate her child. Alphonse nibbled on his lip.

“She will remember soon,” he muttered to Cheyanne. “Just… don’t take her words to heart.” He thought over that and blushed furiously. “… I mean, she thinks we are about Peter’s age. She will realize sooner or later we are not!”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne could understand perfectly well the mental issue with Mr. Daupre’s mother, and could take it with patient grace. More than she really thought she had! She was especially curious that Mr. Daupre had spoken about her to his mother. What sort of things did he tell her?

Trying not to think about that, she helped Mr. Daupre to the carriage. “I’m sure your mother will take wonderful care of you.” she said, mostly for the benefit of Mrs. Daupre. “Peter and I can go back home, and not be a bother to you while you’re resting.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 2:53 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“It will get dark in an hour or so. Be careful,” Alphonse said with a nod.

Mrs. Daupre eyed them. She was obviously outraged.

“Indeed, it will be dark in an hour! She can’t go around those fields in the dark; she would get lost! She will have to stay the night and I shall send a note to her parents. Peter should stay, too. ” With that, the lady flapped an imperious hand to get all of them climb into the cart!

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She was going to have a hard time sending a note to her parents, Cheyanne thought! She glanced at Mr. Daupre, hesitating. Wouldn’t a grow women spending the night at his home like that be scandalous here? There was already all sorts of rumors and things about her, she was pretty sure!

Cheyanne opened her mouth to protest, but Mrs. Daupre was very good at giving the demanding mother look. Cheyanne made sure Mr. Daupre was inside the carriage and seated comfortably before she climbed in too. She leaned over to whisper, “I’m so sorry!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“No more than I am,” Alphonse muttered almost apologetically. He eyed his mother, but she eyed him right back. Alphonse sighed. “Mother…”

“Don’t be difficult, dear. Bentley, drive back to the manor.” She sat beside Alphonse, then fussed over Cheyanne.” Don’t tell me Etienne cut your hair?! ” She examined Cheyanne’s head!

“She is English, mother,” Alphonse said with a smirk. The lady casted him a look of motherly warning that made Peter stifle a snicker.

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:31 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne didn’t get the culture reference as she raised her hand up to her hair. “He didn’t cut my hair, no. It really isn’t that short, it’s just the cut, mostly… And so much easier to take care of than when it’s really long.”

Thinking of things to talk about that wouldn’t alarm the women or get Mr. Daupre in trouble was harder than it seemed! She decided to go for safe chitchat topics! “Today Peter and I were flying a kite. He made it himself, even. It was ironic for Alba to appear just when we were talking about how much she enjoyed flying.” She had to pick her words carefully as to not get Peter in trouble too!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:51 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre sighed.

“Is that what you have been told? Hair is not all that difficult to take care of, dear. When you are older you will want long hair for fashionable hair-dos! Etienne used to protest but his hair is very nice by now – he burned it once to make me cut it shorter, the poor dear; what silly things boys do!”

Alphonse flushed but said nothing. Peter was biting his lip really hard in order to keep his job.

“Flying kites, where? At Le Madelaine? The beach must be so nice these days; we should go too, Etienne dear. I shall tell your father when he gets home.”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Peter was doing a very good job of not laughing, but it was still written all over his face. Cheyanne found it impossible not to smile. At least she kept her comments to herself.

“It was the first time I had ever been there and it’s really lovely. Before Peter took me to fly the kite, I was walking along the beach to watch the ocean and all of the people. Looking at all the kinds of bathing suits was amusing, all the fashions where I from are so different!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre nodded.

“Bathing suits around here are more conservative. My dear husband says I have lovely knees, but he would have a fit if I would show them off at the beach!”

Mrs. Daupre primly held her delicate fingers to her mouth to hide a giggle. Alphonse looked dismayed. Peter was staring hard at the blanket they were sitting on and desperately trying to think of something horrible to avoid losing it.

“Men are silly creatures, really. Everyone can show off their knees except their wives and fiancees. What is the logic in that?”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Well, I suppose it’s because they are dreadfully jealous and don’t want to share! Other men might look at their pretty wife and want to steal them away! And you know, I’ve seen men do it! Steal wives, that is. Women have done it too… But, well, you can’t really stop a man from being handsome, he’s going to look nice dressed head to toe or not.”

Cheyanne caught herself rambling, and worse about men and wife stealing right in front of Mr. Daupre. She very quickly shut her mouth, and was trying to think miserable thoughts like Peter!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:24 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre patted Cheyanne’s hand.

“Poor dear, all that is very true but you are too young to discuss such things! Poor child! Alphonse takes after his father, mostly. He will be such a nice young man, but he will stay dressed head to toe, you may take my word for it.”

Mrs. Daupre blinked at her wilted son.

“Are you hurting too much, my dear? I will have a doctor come before dinnertime to see your foot. Try not to jostle it.”

She had made a nest of blankets and cushions for her son, but the cart was jostling from time to time. Peter was grinning so hard his face must hurt, but he managed to stay silent.

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 9:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sort of wondered if that somehow meant Mr. Daupre would get himself undressed! She shook her head slowly to get it out of her thoughts!

“My sister is married and has two kids already. She is always pestering me to meet someone or introducing me to men, and all of them are absolutely dreadful. So I sort of wonder how she ended up with such a nice husband when all the men she shows me off to end up being creeps.”

It was a bit of a ramble, but Cheyanne felt the need to talk so they wouldn’t all sit in an awkward silence! Peter was so busy trying not to snicker and Mr. Daupre was certainly uncomfortable. All Cheyanne could think to do was be distracting!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 10:21 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre seemed to throughly disapprove this.

“You are too young to be concerned about marriage,” she firmly told Cheyanne. “You just need to enjoy your childhood while it lasts. Marriage means taking care of a husband and children, and a whole house. It’s a very demanding task. You just need to play and prepare yourself without worries.” She blinked. “It’s not a wonder they are creeps!”

She beamed at her rather flustered son.

“I married for love and all turned out so nice. I made my choice against my family’s wishes. Perhaps you will have to choose yourself when time comes. It’s your life after all!”

The manor came into view. The sky had darkened to navy blues and light cerulean with golden clouds, and a few white dots of stray seagulls. The manor was a large stone building with turrets, like a medieval castle. There were two wings and other dependencies. Mrs. Daupre blinked at grinning Peter.

“Are you alright, child?”

Peter nodded.

“You are so nice,” he said. “Like my mother was.”

Mrs. Daupre smiled, then patted his head and Cheyanne’s. The butler stopped the horses and summoned two servants to carry Mr. Daupre into the house. There were stone steps to a large door under a portico, with gothic windows. The vestibule was solemn and pretty, the floor tiled in black and white marble and the walls covered in dark wood with white marble pillars. The lady had them all installed in a blue chamber where all was either black, white or navy blue. The tapestries were blue with golden and white flowers, as well as the chairs and sofas; all was small and chic. Alphonse was nested on a sofa with plenty of cushions.

“After the doctor sees you, I’ll have you carried upstairs, dear. I’ll get rooms for your little friends. I wonder,” she said, tapping her chin, “when will your father return. It’s kind of late, really.”

She turned. There was a large portrait dominating the wall above the white and black mantelpiece of the fireplace; it was a gentleman in a dark suit; a dark-haired version of Alphonse, with the same steel-grey eyes and a slightly snotty air. He wasn’t wearing spectacles. Something about him was both imperious and kind. The lady watched him with a smile.

“You look so much like Alphonse, Etienne…” She paused and her gaze slid down.

“How silly of me,” she said with a smaller voice. “Your father passed away. Why I can’t ever remember that?”

“Mother…”

The lady blinked with gentle dignity, to clear her eyes.

“I shall summon a physician. Don’t move.” When she turned, she saw Cheyanne again and eyed her.

“I should have known, you were such a tall little girl. Don’t let him move.” She then left the room.

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2008 at 5:50 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne remained silent until Mrs. Daupre left the room. There was another short silence before she started talking again! “You do look very much like your father.”

“Now that I am a grown woman again, do you think she’ll send us home? Not that I mind staying, but I really don’t want to be a bother, especially on your vacation and when you need a good night of rest. Your mother is really very lovely. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so dignified.” Cheyanne cast a look at Peter. He could say something to help before she blabbered something ridiculous!

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Azul Morag – Oct 12, 2008 at 6:31 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter would have said something, but he had just dozed off on the rug by the fireplace. He had left his kite on a chair away from the fire and the rug he was sleeping on was fluffy and thick. He didn’t plan on napping, he simply dozed off right where he was.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was nibbling on his lip. He was doing a good job of staying still, because his foot hurt horribly with every slight move otherwise. He chose not to reply to her first statement, but to her second.

“You could ask her,” he said. “It’s quite dark outside by now, yet if so you wish we could get a coach for you. We’d have to think about an excuse for you to show up so late, though. We could make one up after dinner.”

Alphonse sighed.

“Remember your promise,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2008 at 9:05 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sighed at the sleeping Peter. He was so horribly adorable. Why were kids so cute when they fell asleep in weird places. She shrugged her shoulders and gave Mr. Daupre a reassuring smile.

“I said I promise, and I always keep my promises.” she paused for a second. Cheyanne wouldn’t mind staying the night and spending some time with him and his mother, but that’s not something girls did in this sort of place. Everyone already thought she was crazy, last thing she wanted was for people to think she was a harlot too! “Hmm, yes, that’s a good idea!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 12:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre had them all (including Peter) sit at the table in one of the dining halls. Alphonse was sitting at one side of the long table with his foot on a spare chair, and little Peter next to it; Cheyanne was placed in the seat across Alphonse’s and Mrs. Daupre was sitting at the foot of the table. The head of the table was empty.

The dining hall was long and narrow, with a caissonated, vaulted ceiling and beautiful hanging lamps fashioned as glass lillies in hanging copper stalks, naturally stained in blue. Tall windows with long, tasselled curtains were closed. The walls had murals of a pond with water lillies. Despite Alphonse’s constant fretting about finances and his poverty-stricken past as a student (which Cheyanne may or may not have ever heard of), his mother seemed to be quite well-off. Peter didn’t seem phased and he was doing pretty well handling the silverware – yet maybe he was eating a tad of a bit too fast. Alphonse seemed calm but wilted still.

“The doctor will arrive after dinner,” Mrs. Daupre announced. “It seems like he’s tending to another emergency, dear. Please be patient.”

Alphonse just nodded. Mrs. Daupre was looking at Cheyanne.

“Where are you from exactly, child?” She asked.

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 12:50 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked at Mr. Daupre before glancing over at his mother. How much was she supposed to tell? She wasn’t sure what he might have already mentioned to his mother, and she certainly didn’t want to sound like a lunatic! Cheyanne decided that she might just leave out any peculiar tidbits about dimensional time traveling, and maybe pretend it’s just another undiscovered city somewhere.

“Well, New York. It’s a large city but such a far way from here, that it’s a… culture shock to visit New Amsterdam. If it weren’t for Mr. Daupre, I think I would have been in lots of trouble.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was kind of busy being miserable, but he blinked back at Cheyanne with worry. He hadn’t told his mother all that much, but what did Peter tell after all? Because it was Peter who corrected the lady ealier from flying carpet to train – and Alphonse never mentioned a flying carpet!

“Apparently miss Fowler took the wrong train and lost her way, mother. I simply tried to help her.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Now, why did that sound a little on the defensive side? Mrs. Daupre looked at her son.

“Which was very kind of you, my dear. I am sure miss… Fowler appreciates your help.” Mrs. Daupre did find the name strange, maybe just because it seemed so… It reminded her of Alba. Where did she go anyway?

“Mr. Little told me a strange story about Alba stating that you should stay at Etienne’s offices. Are you planning to return to your city?” Mrs. Daupre had never heard of any New York, maybe it was actually a little town? Cultural shock from visiting a big city such as New Amsterdam would make more sense, if that were the case. “I had never heard of this New York before. What do your parents do for a living?”

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was being grilled, but this was something she was used to be now! Of course, she was wondering what sort of stories Peter had been telling about her too. Kids weren’t afraid of blurting out everything like it was the most natural of things.

“I would like to return home eventually, but I admit I do kind of like it here. Father is a retired military officer, and he spends most of his time gardening now. Mother works as an advice columnist for a small newspaper. I have also have a sister, who is married with two sons.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter grinned innocently. After all, he had taken great pride in explaining in detail how Alba perched on miss Flower till the Master had to agree for her to stay at the Atelier. It was a miracle after all! He also explained how Alba was always keeping an eye on both miss Flower and the Master, and how Alba had come all the way to fetch them from the lighthouse hill exactly as if she would [i]have known from the start they would be there to fetch![/i]

“Alba has chosen miss Flower!” Peter said.

The elder lady blinked at Peter.

“Chosen her to what purpose?”

“To stay with the Master!” Peter said. Alphonse choked on a pea. Peter cautiously patted Alphonse’s back.

“Well, it’s a miracle,” Peter said with a slight frown.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse took a large gulp of water to dislodge the pea. He was somewhat blue, as his foot forcefully protested when he jerked so suddenly in his fit of cough, but he managed to keep most of his composure.

“Miss Fowler is a good worker and a caring person,” he said. “Alba has… has taken a liking to her. That is not so strange, is it?”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

“She has?”

Mrs. Daupre took a sip of wine, watching her son weave about some sort of explanation. She turned to Cheyanne.

“I hope your father is enjoying his retirement from the armed forces. It’s nice to hear your mother is an lady of enterprising. She is indeed lucky her husband survived service.”

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was trying desperately to have that cool poise that Mrs. Daupre exhibited so well, but she just knew her face was red, and redder more still when Mr. Daupre nearly choked himself to death. …and said she was a caring person! Did he really think she was caring? Cheyanne prodded at her dinner with her fork, feigning great interest in what she was looking at.

“They’re doing very well.” Now wasn’t the time to complain about her parents insisting she get married and have them some more grandchildren like her sister did. She could just see Peter running with that!

“I think Alba just likes me because I’m not afraid of her. Everyone else at the Atlier are near terrified of her, and she really just wants some attention.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre smiled slightly.

“Well, Alba is a bird of prey after all. How curious… Alba has never taken a liking to anyone before, asides Alphonse. Sometimes being watchful over others all the time can get lonely, I suppose.

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 2:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

That sounded more like a description of Mr. Daupre than Alba. He was constantly watching over his staff. Of course at the thought of him being lonely, Cheyanne was pink all over again. She reached out quickly to take a swallow of water.

Ahem! “It’s a good thing she likes me, or I might have left and never realized how nice it is to work at the Atelier! I really enjoy my job, and the opportunity to try Mr. Daupre’s clothes.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 2:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre gave a gentle nod.

“I’m glad you are doing well, child,” she said. “Thank you for helping my son. And thank you Mr. Little,” she said giving Little Peter a smile, “for being so helpful as well.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted beaming Peter a slightly gloomy look.

“Miraculous help indeed,” he muttered.

“On other things,” Alphonse said looking dignified, “Miss Fowler and Peter are staying at the town nearby, with a group.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre elegantly tilted her head with graceful disregard.

“Of course they are staying here tonight, Etienne. It is too dark already to send people out at this hour; this is not a big city after all. Miss Fowler, I have a room for you next to Mr. Little’s room. I hope you will find it to your liking.”

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Divinatas – Oct 14, 2008 at 6:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I’m sure it will be comfortable!” Cheyanne tried to give Mr. Daupre a reassuring smile, especially with him looking so gloomy! Of course, she was going to have to be really clever on thinking up some way to explain where she and Peter disappeared to.

“We can leave first thing in the morning, so no one worries.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 14, 2008 at 8:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“Why exactly is this a cause for worry? You both have helped my son. What else is there to say?” The lady asked. Alphonse shook his head.

“I prefer to keep my domicile anonymous as far as my staff is concerned, mother – as you well know. Being famous can be a most unfortunate thing.”

Alphonse narrowed his eyes looking almost as arrogant as he could get when he was back at work – however, he was just forcing it this time in order to convince his mother.

“I could take them back myself but if I do there would be questions. I don’t…”

“This is most unnecessary,” Mrs. Daupre said. “All this is quite ridiculous. What would people do, sneak into the premises?”

“I don’t want to find out, mother. Indulge me, please.”

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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:06 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Well, Mr. Daupre’s style is so well renowed there are a lot of fanatical people that want to know everything there is to know about him.” chimed in Cheyanne.

“This morning, I chatted with a woman that said she’s collected all of the catalogs and model images that she could find, as well as news reports and magazine advertisements. She said ‘Anything of Alphonse Daupre’s is priceless!’ and told me all about how she wished she could marry a man like Mr. Daupre and how fabulous it would be to wear nothing but his fashions. Of course I agreed, up until she said that sometimes she sneaks a boy out to dig in the trash for fabric scraps. Afterwords I told Marie, that maybe we should keep an eye on the trash in case any crazed stalkers appear.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted Cheyanne a look of horrified mystification. Was she just helping him to persuade his mother, or was that she had just said true?

“Well… something like that, yes…”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre blinked, then looked at her offspring.

“Oh my,” she said. “Are you quite alright, dear?” She did notice his shock, even if he tried to dissimulate it.

“Well, if that is the case… I guess you may be right. My goodness, New Amsterdam is dangerous! I am not partial to lies of any color, though. I may as well take back miss Fowler and mr. Little myself on a coach tomorrow. After all, nobody knows me.” She ignored the look of alarm on her son’s eyes.

“Where is your group staying…?”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 5:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Did Mr. Daupre not realize how many crazy ladies were out there? Women were notorious for becoming obsessed fanatics, that was true in every reality!

Mrs. Daupre caught her by surprise offering to return them home personally. That was the very opposite of what was supposed to happen! “Oh, miss, you needn’t have to do that. I can easily explain that we ran in to a friend and stayed the night. It’s true, after all. Mr. Daupre came to spend time with you, so we shouldn’t be stealing you away like that.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 5:57 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked.

“Mother, that won’t be necessary!” He said with a frown. “Why, I can take them back myself tomorrow. I can just say…” He made a pause of desperate thinking!

“I could just say I had an accident and they helped me back to a friend’s house… and they had to stay the night because…” Alphonse nibbled on his lip. “Because she had to carry me on her back and she passed out till the next day!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Little Peter was giggling into his napkin. Mrs. Daupre raised her eyebrows in very dignified astonishment!

“That is atrocious! There is no way you could say something like that, poor miss Fowler!”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked in surprise at Mr. Daupre’s very interesting explanation and Mrs. Daupre’s shocked reply.

Then suddenly… she laughed! She laughed so hard it was very hard to be able to catch her breath again! “Well, I don’t know! I might try something like that, and certainly pass out because my corset was too tight! Carrying a man while wearing a corset is difficult for sure!” Just the thought of him trying to tell that story and all the shocked faces of the Atelier staff… she couldn’t stop giggling!

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse stared in shock as Cheyanne laughed so hard she could have fallen from her chair! He blushed furiously.

“It was just an idea!” He protested as she laughed. Her remarks about her corset made his ears scarlet and he could have died just from the look on his mother’s face!

“Well, you could [i]try[/i] a better suggestion!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre was a very prim and elegant lady, but her delicate ears were red and she took a long moment before she could reply. Her eyebrow twitched slightly… but she couldn’t afford laugh in front of her scandalized son – he would have died from the look of him.

“Indeed, that would be quite difficult to accomplish,” she finally said. Peter was laughing so hard he was getting blue and the lady bit her lip.

“Have some water, Mr. Little,” she said – and finally she couldn’t help giggling!

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was really trying to get that giggling under control, and even she had to try and take a long sip of water. Which quite nearly choked her good when she still couldn’t stop giggling. But she did her best to look nice and proper and keep a straight face as she tried another suggestion.

“Well, I don’t know why we can’t (koffgiggle) just say I ran in to a friend. (ahem!) It’s not like we’ll look put through some terror, so they’ll have no reason to get suspicious!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:39 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse looked rather wilted.

“But they will ask who,” Alphonse pointed out, incisively. “They are always asking for all the gruesome details!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Having quickly regained her composure, Mrs. Daupre smiled.

“All this is very ridiculous,” she said, drawing a startled look from her son. “I am guessing we could ask the constable to take them back to their accommodations in the morning when he does his rounds. If you are so intent in hiding from your own staff, we could say they were simply lost and had to stay in a different accommodation.”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 7:40 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was grinning. The whole thing was pretty silly, but it was bound to be worked out one way or another. “That also sounds pretty reasonable to me. There’s no reason to worry.”

Her face was starting to hurt from all of the grinning and giggling, so Cheyanne sighed trying to get herself back in order. Now she was feeling rather tired, not realizing just how long the day had been! “In the meantime, we could all use some rest. Especially you, Mr. Daupre. You had a long afternoon.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 7:58 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted Cheyanne a slightly murderous look. Long afternoon indeed! Alphonse’s foot hurt like hell and his pride wasn’t in much better condition right now. He stabbed a brussels sprout with his fork.

“I suppose,” Alphonse finally said. “It’s been a long day.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

The butler came in to announce the doctor had arrived. Mrs. Daupre gave instructions to show the doctor to Alphonse’s chambers and arranged for her son to be carried upstairs (without any dessert, but that was not intentional!)

“Thank you again for helping my son, Miss Fowler and Mr. Little. I will show you to your rooms myself dinner; you may stay and wait for dessert. I will go upstairs to assist the doctor.”

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt3.1)

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Title: A New World (pt3.1)
Number: 139
Date: Aug 4, 2008 at 8:04 AM
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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 8:04 AM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

It was officially the start of the staff’s vacation this morning, after a weekend of preparing to make sure everything would go smooth in their absence. Cheyanne did what she was told and was happy to be helpful. After being there a few days she was starting to figure things out, if at least to know how [i]not[/i] to sound crazy, even if the way she talked or thought about things still baffled people. When people asked about where she was from, she simply replied it was a foreign country with a very different culture, so things here are confusing for her. Thankfully, it was very much the truth, so she didn’t at all have to lie. She just… kept the interdimentional travel part to herself. Cheyanne was starting to wonder, maybe her entire life was the dream and now she was waking up to her real life. ..only she couldn’t quite figure out how she’d forget growing up here.

In the end it really didn’t matter! Cheyanne saw very little of Mr. Daupre over the weekend with all the fuss of getting ready for vacation, and now she was increasingly nervous about leaving. Mrs. Keane gave her the advanced pay Mr. Daupre had promised, so if something happened she should be alright. But that wasn’t very much a comfort in a world she knew very little about. With her luck she’d run in to another person like that Doctor, and she’d be dragged away and applied with leeches and tied to beds until she died.

Jacob the apprentice appeared holding a bag over his shoulder. He grinned, but Cheyanne only turned up her nose and crossed her arms. She was still mad at him.

“…Aw, Miss Fowler. I did say I was sorry and it worked out fine, didn’t it? You’re the only one that can talk to Mr. Daupre and not get clawed up by Alba!”

“It’s the principal of the thing. You’re supposed to protect girls, not leave them to get mauled – and Alba doesn’t claw people without a good reason to anyway. You were asking for it!” Poor Alba, no wonder she didn’t like most people, they thought she was some sort of featured monster. Cheyanne would probably terrorize them too.

Jacob scratched his head, looking good and chided. “I guess you’re right. But you’re not much of a girl really, you’re almost ten years older than me, right? That’s practically an old wo- …man.” Oh boy, he’d done it again. Saying the completely wrong thing. [i]This[/i] was exactly why Mr. Daupre had him banned from the fitting rooms and why he wasn’t allowed to talk to clients when getting foot measurements.

Cheyanne glared! “Jacob McGilbert, you better run off on your vacation before I tell Mrs. Keane that you’re the one that stole the last turnover from breakfast and hand her a yardstick to beat you with!”

Jacob got the hint, and was high tailing it out the door quick, muttering many apologies as he went!

Huffing, Cheyanne crossed her arms. She was waiting for Marie to finish getting her things. Cheyanne still wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave the Atelier, but Marie gave her a nice going out dress that was supposed to be another one of Mr. Daupre’s designs, and she really thought something so pretty needed to be out and seen instead of staying at home. She was tempted to go and ask Mr. Daupre if he was still going to stay, and in her debating she was slowly inching towards his suite, still undecided.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 8:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Safe in his tower (or so to speak), Alphonse had sort of resigned to the fact that all his staff was going away for vacations. Only after much glaring and fussing, he had gotten away with not going with them. Alphonse on one hand had realized how much he needed restful time once the perspective of vacations was so constantly put up to his face, but on the other hand… being forced to rest wasn’t restful at all! He wasn’t going with them not because he disapproved of their choice of spot, but because of pure and simple spirit of contradiction.

Alba was napping on her perch which in itself was extraordinary, considering she was a diurnal owl. Maybe she was trying to make him guilty, even. Sometimes it was hard to forget she was simply a bird. Alphonse felt like sulking. Then another thought came out of nowhere and nestled with determination between his eyes: it was the perfect chance to go to the countryside and see his mother, maybe stay a few days even!

Alphonse nibbled on his lip, plotting a discrete escape. He was fierce about his privacy and specially, his mother’s. Ill as she was, she needed peace and the minimum of worries. Alphonse slumped on a divan by the window, thinking.

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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 9:27 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She wasn’t going to bother Mr. Daupre. Nope. Cheyanne was going to wait right there for Marie.

Only, she wasn’t “right there” downstairs waiting for Marie anymore, Cheyanne had snuck her back to the top floor to Mr. Daupre’s apartments. She DID knock first, but upon no one answering, her first thought was that maybe Mr. Daupre had passed do to over work! It might have been an over exaggeration, but Cheyanne slipped inside anyway.

There was Alba all fluffy and white snoozing (that was strange, Alba didn’t take naps this time of day) and Mr. Daupre looking, well. …Sulky. Did he regret not going on vacation with the rest of the staff? Maybe he did, but she doubt he would admit it!

“Mr. Daupre? Everyone else is gone now besides Marie and myself. Are you sure you won’t come with me- us, I mean. Come with us.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 10:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse barely opened his eyes to glance at Cheyanne. Here she was, prodding again! Alphonse seemed sulkier than ever.

“Thank you miss Fowler, but I cannot join you. As you well know, I still have many things to do… and asides that, as you can see I have not packed anything. Have a nice vacation with miss Lawrence. There is no need to worry when you are on vacations.”

Alphonse stretched his long legs on the divan, to underline the fact that he was not going to move – at least, not while watched!

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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 11:49 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well if [i]that[/i] wasn’t an obvious display of just being plain difficult, she didn’t know what was! But, Mr. Daupre was possibly the most stubborn man across multiple universes. He’d never be convinced!

Cheyanne gave Alba a soft gentle pet, as to not disturbed her. “Well… If you decided to change your mind, you could still come and have a dinner with us. We’ll be at the beach Marie picked out.”

Flashing him a smile as she moved back to the door, she waved her fingers. “Have a good week, Mr. Daupre. …at least come see us for dinner once!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alba didn’t open her eyes, but she made that strange cooing sound again. Alphonse gave them both a sulky look. It was for him incomprehensible how those two had befriended each other… it was vaguely threatening for some reason. Alphonse watched Cheyanne from his (quite fashionable) cushions.

“Thanks for your kindness,” he said. “I cannot promise I will attend, but thank you nonetheless. Have a nice week…” Alphonse smiled a bit as she left, looking only slightly dejected. Alba was still napping. Alphonse sighed to himself and closed his eyes.

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Divinatas – Aug 13, 2008 at 6:46 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sighed as she left Mr. Daupre’s suite. How stubborn did a man have to be anyway? If he wanted to go, he should just go!

Upon arriving in the living room, Cheyanne realized it was just the same advice she should have been taking herself for all of those years she spent at Mann Magazine. …or just for life in general! Everything that she wanted to do, but always had an excuse for why she shouldn’t. Until that day she decided to step off the train in a strange place. …and look how life ended up now!

Cheyanne was still trying to decide if the change was good or bad when she finally spotted Marie! “He’s not coming!” she announced, despite the fact they both knew he’d have refused anyway. “I did invite him to come and join us for dinner. Do you think he’ll do that at least?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 15, 2008 at 2:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed with a sort of apologetic smile. “I wouldn’t expect he does. We could only hope he at least gets some sleep!” Marie carried a suitcase down the stairs with much huffing and puffing.

“Or maybe he will go home for a while. It’s been long since the last time he did.”

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Divinatas – Aug 19, 2008 at 5:47 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I guess he rarely even makes time to go home either.” Cheyanne replied, eyeing the case Marie was dragging down the steps. For a week long vacation it looked a little excessive. But then again, the clothing and supplies here were twice as large and fluffy and took up so much more room!

Cheyanne’s own suitcase “graciously” thrusted upon her by Mrs. Keane, along with her advanced paycheck was fairly light. But seeing as it was a vacation, it was likely she could do a bit of shopping and purchase things she needed.

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt3)

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Title: A New World (pt3)
Number: 134
Date: Aug 1, 2008 at 12:00 AM
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[soli]

With the Bridal Commission done and delivered, the stress levels in the house had thankfully dropped! But lately, there was a lot of whispering of this fantastique idea about beaches and staff vacations! Of course they would still be working, but working at the beach even made the most mundane of tasks sound a lot more glamorous. The only trouble was that no one had seem to have brought it up to Mr. Daupre and no one wanted to be the one that did it!

Finally it was up to Jacob. He was young, but Jacob was apprenticing both here at the Atelier and at a Shoemaker’s. It was always good to have shoes custom made by design, and Jacob was fortunate enough to be here for apprenticeship! Except Jacob had no idea how one was supposed to bring up the topic of vacations to Mr. Daupre!

“That bridal commissions was a real trial, wasn’t it Mr. Daupre?” started Jacob slowly as he was organizing a few pairs of shoes. “Most of the staff is exhausted. I heard Miss Marie saying it would be awfully nice if the whole staff could take a trip, and even take the work there…”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Now that the bridal commission was finally GONE from the house, Alphonse made a secret vow not to EVER AGAIN take a last-minute bridal assignment! He had to admit to himself it had not only been the generous pay, but the challenge to his creativity that made him take that wretched schedule to complete the garments and trousseau from design to make in less than three months… but one time of that had to be enough. Alphonse was enjoying a few minutes of idleness, supervising some apprenticeship project of his staff. Then, for some unfathomable reason, Jacob spoke. Jacob was not exactly the most eloquent one of men.

Alphonse’s back stiffened. “How, a real trial?” He curtly said. “Are you suggesting there was the slightest danger that I would not be able to deliver the work done?”

He turned, slowly. On his shoulder, Alba shook her head a bit and eyed the young man as if he were a mouse she was about to snatch from the ground! Alphonse frowned.

“Trip? Is this a mutiny?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:28 AM

[soli]

“Guh..uh!! No, sir!! Not at all!!” Oh, he did it now! Jacob supposed the girls of the Atelier must of had it in for him, sending him in here like this to face the firing squad! They [i]knew[/i] he always got flustered and couldn’t think of what to say!

“It was… just a real challenge – that we all were happy to take on and accomplish! The Atelier has never done better work!” He swallowed. Mr. Daupre’s owl was giving him the hungry eye. Jacob felt as if she shrank three feet!

“Th-there’s just… Inspiration, sir! Miss Fowler said people are refreshed by visiting new places! S-some thought the beach would be… fun?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

So miss Fowler was behind the mutiny. Good grief! Alphonse arched an eyebrow as Jacob shrank like half his size and looked very sorry for himself.

“What, new places?” Alphonse asked with lazy arrogance. “We are not out of work, so there is no reason to flee the city. What do you exactly mean?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“We have to flee the city?” Cheyanne accidentally asked out loud, as she brushed in with several rolls of newly ordered fabric for the stock. Marie had found her lots of simple little chores to do, all of which weren’t so bad! She got to look at all sorts of interesting things!

Of course, at the moment she was looking at Mr. Daupre stiff backed and looking ready to beat that poor boy senseless, Alba ready to eat someone, and Jacob ready to pass out in the floor. …perhaps she should turn around and run away…

“Miss Fowler! You can explain it better than I!” said Jacob, who practically lept across the room to capture the woman by the arms, rolls of fabric and all and push her towards Mr. Daupre. “About the beach…?”

“Oh…” Jacob was throwing her to the wolves! Boy, she was going to kick the daylights out of him if Mr. Daupre didn’t kill her! Cheyanne blinked up at Mr. Daupre! “I’m not sure what [i]Jacob[/i] was saying… Marie and I were talking about the beach and how nice it would be to see it. I… wanted to ask if you would like to go, but the work here is important, so I was trying to think of ideas where you could go but still keep an eye on work and I thought maybe if you took the whole staff…” Cheyanne said it all reasonably slower than she might have usually talked, but mostly because she was afraid Mr. Daupre was going to snap at her any moment! …She’d not just kick Jacob, she’d put ants in his pajamas!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse shifted his impressive glare from Jacob to Cheyanne. Half of what she said made sense, but the other half…

“Miss Fowler,” Alphonse said, “do you have any idea about the cost of mobilizing everything you see here just to take the rolls of fabric to sunbathe at the beach? Besides…” He eyed Jacob. “I was just planning to give the staff the weekend off. There is no need to chase me for time off.”

He picked up a few sketchbooks with notes he had handed down to the apprentices and leafed distractedly through it.

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Jacob being elated to hear the staff would be getting time off, and now no longer the sole target of Mr. Daupre’s wrath eased towards the door. “I hear Mrs. Keanne calling for my help~!” He was dashing out quick as lightning!

Cheyanne very nearly clobbered Jacob with one of those rolls of fabric! That was a dirty setup! She’d get her revenge! She took the rolls over to the closet where they could be neatly stored. Busily organizing them by fabric and color, Cheyanne’s annoyance at Jacob had her too distracted to realize what she was saying out loud!

“Honestly, Mr. Daupre, I wanted to go with [i]you[/i], but I do understand if you’re too busy. The ocean is beautiful and inspiring, I would have like to of seen the things you designed from it.” Maybe if she rolled Jacob in Tuna, tied him up like sushi and left him for Lady Keen to paw at. That would get him. “Marie and I talked about it for hours. It was just an idea at first, but now it seems like so much fun.”

There! A neatly straightened closet where everything is fabric and color coded. That was going to make it so much easier to pull out the correct rolls.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse found himself staring at Cheyanne’s back as she moved those rolls around in the closet. He opened his mouth to reply, but he had to close his lips to think again and try once more. She seemed to have a strange effect on him; he was not used to get nervous so often and it was getting on his nerves.

“With me?” Alphonse asked with a sort of despair. “I am not… I don’t [I]have time[/I] for vacations. I have to make sure to keep the influx of work steady for all the staff to actually get paid! I…” Alphonse bit the corner of his lip. “Besides, how would I take the whole staff to the beach! They would get drunk and drawn!”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne laughed! “There’s drinking on the beach? They don’t allow that in my city, people get in too much trouble!” She closed up the closet and turned around to lean against the door. Still smiling she shrugged her shoulders. “I know, I know. It was just an idea. Since the staff has a free weekend, they may decide to go anyway.”

Mr. Daupre was very considerate of his staff, but he needed the vacation too. But Cheyanne was fairly certain he made up his mind, and it wasn’t likely he’d budge. “I’ve never been to the beach before, myself. Have you? I’ve been close, but I never really was on the sand or in the water. And that was just when I was little.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:08 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse in fact had been to the beach twice: when he was too young to remember, with his parents, and that unfortunate time his former boss, Master LeGant, had decided to take his staff to the beach, got drunk and nearly drowned Alphonse and Michael when they rescued him.

He couldn’t tell her that, though; it was too embarrasing.

“No,” he replied, uncomfortably. “I have not been to the beach. Just… join miss Lawrence and she’ll make sure you have a pleasant holiday…” He fussed with the sketchbooks and made Alba stop nibbling on his hair. “I’ll ask Mrs. Keane to give you an advancement on your pay.” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:38 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Oh. Alright.” She was disappointed but at least trying to keep on her cheerful face. Going off on a vacation without him while he stayed here at the Atelier working away didn’t seem right at all. Not after all the mania from his bridal commission. Cheyanne tried to think of what to do…

“Mr. Daupre… can I ask you a favor? Er… I guess it’s not so much as a favor as something kind of silly…”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:42 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“A favor?” Alphonse blinked at her, holding the sketchbooks with Alba trying to scratch her ear on his shoulder. “What may it be?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne tapped her index fingers together, wondering why she’d saying anything was a good idea! “Well I…” Sh pulled her hands up to cover her face. If she were going to embarrass herself, she didn’t want to be seen while she did it. “I am sort of afraid to leave the Atelier without you.” Cheyanne admitted quickly if not a little muffled. The sad thing was, it was mostly true, and she was really hoping she wouldn’t of had to say it! “I could go out with Marie, but if I ended up lost I’m not sure what I would do.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 3:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“…!” Alphonse found himself speechless again and the fact he was nervous grated his nerves doubly, if possible! He swallowed but despite his tremendous effort to keep his cool, a faint blush colored his face. He absolutely hated blushing… it got to look ridiculous with his white hair.

“What could possibly happen?” He asked, almost desperately. On his shoulder, Alba fluffed up to a ball of white feathers with smugly eyes. “I would really like to… to… to please you,[I] but work…![/I]” Alphonse was dreadfully embarrassed. “I am… I can’t just up and leave…! If it were just me… but my staff depends on me.”

Alphonse stared down at the sketchbooks.

“It’s less than a week before I have to start on the Summer designs… Perhaps I should get started on that now.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 4:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s alright, really!” she said quickly to reassure him. Cheyanne dropped her hands from her face, and without taking a look at him she moved across the room to gather up all the stray fabric samples that needed to be filed away.

“I can just stay here and take care of things while everyone is out. I’m not as good at cooking as Mrs. Keane, but I can do a few things, and there’s more than enough chores to keep me busy.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 4:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“You don’t have to stay. Go with them…”

Alphonse nibbled on the corner of his lip, his blush going deeper. What an awful feeling, he thought. Besides, he’d rather know the whole staff was relaxing instead of looking after one – and one that makes him nervous for some unfathomable reason! Alba made that strange cooing sound again. Alphonse tried to get her on his leather cuff to leave her on a perch, but she refused.

“You don’t have to stay; as long as the staff leaves everything in order, there is no need to have someone here…” He kept on trying to get Alba on his leather cuff. “As for me, I won’t need assistance… There’s a lot of things to do.”

Alba finally hopped onto the leather cuff. Alphonse huffed in silence. Alba flapped a bit.

“I’ll ask Mrs. Keane to give you an advance on your pay, so you’ll be fine and you’ll be able to go with the others.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“There’s a lot of things to do, thus it really wouldn’t be fair to leave you here all by yourself to do them. I can take care of small things, and you can worry about the important business matters.” Cheyanne peeked over her shoulder to see him fussing with Alba. Setting aside the samples she moved across the floor and offered the snowy owl her arm!

“Besides, Alba might want the extra company if you get engrossed in work. She could talk to me while I practiced embroidery.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked, not quite understanding what she wanted to do, and moved a step away with Alba on his leather cuff. Alba watched them alternately with her big eyes. Alphonse was starting to feel crowded.

“I assure you I am perfectly able to carry on my work,” he said. “There is no need to patronize me.” Alphonse tried to appear dignified, but he was still blushing and flustered. “If the staff needs vacations well, then all may leave! I am not holding anyone hostage here!”

Alba suddenly took flight and landed on a chair. Alphonse scoffed. Even the owl was leaving!
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Alba escaped, and Cheyanne blinked dumbfoundedly at Mr. Daupre! He was accusing her of… accusing him of things! Clearly, he still had little trust for her or the very least didn’t want to be trapped alone with her. Cheyanne’s feelings were hurt, but she had already learned it was better to keep that to herself when talking to Mr. Daupre.

Cheyanne moved back a few paces, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m sorry, Mr. Daupre. I’ll make sure not to be in your way.” She turned around slowly, returning to gathering up those stray fabric samples for putting away.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at her defensive attitude. Alba was simply watching them. Alphonse was perplexed and hurt. It wasn’t like he had refused to give what the staff was asking for, vacations time! He was the employer here, it wasn’t like -he- was supposed to take vacations himself, let alone forcefully!

“So, you’ll be leaving with everyone else,” he said. It wasn’t a question! “I suppose a week will be enough rest for all of you. It will be refreshing, not having to find me [I]in your way[/I] at all times!”

He headed for the door.

“No more than one week!” He said, just to keep some appearance of authority, then left the room to go back to the attic!

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well that was just right and dandy! He was using vacation time as a punishment, and practically ordered her to leave the house! Cheyanne wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or scream, so she did the only thing she [i]could[/i] do! She continued organizing samples, and talked to Alba!

“I was only trying to help. …he didn’t have to say that! Why do you insist I stay, when he obviously would rather me be… gone!” Finding all the blue samples, she set them aside in a pile. “How can he be so nice one minute and so… [i]infuriating[/i] the next! You know, I only wanted him to have a break and to spend some time with him! You’d think he was being tortured!” Cheyanne stopped sorting long enough to pull out a hankie she had stashed in her pocket to wipe her eyes. ..who knew carrying hankies would be so useful!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:12 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse suddenly reappeared on the threshold.

“But Alba stays!” He warned. He was about to make a dignified exit when he noticed she was dabbing at her eyes. “Tears of joy?” He dryly asked, then noticed she wasn’t exactly merry.

“What’s wrong?”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Ambushed! She turned her back to him quickly trying to dry her eyes as fast as she could. A sniffle escaped as she took a deep breath, and straightened up to appear as calm as possible! “Nothings wrong at all.” Cheyanne didn’t want to be caught crying, not after what happened last time! Next thing she knew, she’d have to see that doctor and be tortured again!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse arched an eyebrow.

“Maybe you are allergic to dust,” he said. “Are you sure you are alright? You don’t have to… worry about the house. There will be relative calm here till the next peak time. Vacations are a good idea, for the staff. You… are still getting used to things around here, you shouldn’t be anxious about taking vacations.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I did all the dusting yesterday.” This was exactly why he was infuriating! He’d so mean one minute, and then he’d come back and be considerate the next! It was like riding a roller coaster she just couldn’t get off!

Cheyanne twist the hankie in her hands, still not daring to turn around, and fearing she was really going to embarrass herself if she weren’t careful. “Do you really just want me to go away and leave you alone…?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:34 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was astonished.

“-You- said you didn’t want to get in my way. I had only agreed to give vacations to the staff! If the rest of the staff goes on vacations, why wouldn’t you? I only have to stay here. You don’t.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took a deep breath. If she were living in a world with Victorian ladies and their fearless attitude, she could do it couldn’t she?

She opened her mouth twice before she could finally find the words to speak! “I wanted to get to know you better, Mr. Daupre. Outside of work. I… guess it was wrong to even ask you. You’re a busy man, so I understand why you wouldn’t want me to bother you.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse’s spectacles slid down his nose a bit giving him a helpless air and his face got slightly red.

“But you said the staff needs vacations!” He desperately said. “What does that have to do with me?”

Well, most likely it [I]had to do something[/I] because he was the boss around here, after all. Alphonse blinked at Cheyanne.

“I… I guess… [I]maybe[/I] I could go, but I really shouldn’t! I don’t have time for vacations; there’s so much to do all the time… This is a very competitive line of work, and I… if I don’t keep things going, there wouldn’t be work and my staff would go hungry!”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Chewing on her bottom lip she tried offering a solution! “You could… take it with you?” Cheyanne turned around slowly, still unsure of whether or not he was going to get mad at her again, and twisting that hankie nervously in her hands.

“With the staff on vacation, all that could be done is paperwork or designing. You can always send a boy out to deliver messages, and I would really love to help you if you’d let me. I could tell you about the styles in my home, or just keep your papers while you’re concentrating!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:37 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked.

“But still, you could be on vacations,” he said. “I am here all the time. When you come back, I will be here, regardless.”

Alphonse sighed. He had not slept yet and his eyes were getting tired. “Thanks for your eagerness to help, but may I insist, vacations will be good for you. I am not trying to send you away, but if the staff goes on vacations I think you should go as well. It would be unfair to you if you had to stay behind.”

Alphonse felt his ears warm; he was still blushing. How pesky!

“I… Hm. Yes, I’d like to hear about the styles in your home, but I don’t want you to skip vacations. It’s not like the staff gets them often.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:51 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s unfair for [i]you[/i] to always have to stay home, too, Mr. Daupre.” How could a man be so stubborn about work. It was beyond obsession, and no wonder all of his people worried so much about him.

“Why don’t you come on vacation with me, and bring your work too? It wouldn’t have to be the beach. A lake is nice, or maybe just spending the days in a park would be a pleasant place too.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

She was inviting him to escape with her?! Alphonse blushed furiously.

“Uh… I don’t think that would be appropriate,” he managed to say. “I have not been introduced to your father… and dueling is against the law!”

He stopped. Maybe he was misunderstanding things!

“I mean, the beach would be saf… err, somebody said the staff wants to go to the beach! Why is staying here unfair in my case? I live here!” Alphonse stopped again. “You are trying to force me to get vacations! That is not very considerate!”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Duel..?” Cheyanne wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that at first, and once she realized it, she was probably turning three shades of red!

“It’s not a forced vacation if you’re still working when you go! Besides, you said you were working on summer designs. What better place to find inspiration than the beach? You could fashion better swimsuits so ladies don’t faint in the summer sun!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:28 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Apparently, it was true and he had misunderstood. Alphonse blinked. She was too persistent!

“But that is not vacations… and the staff…” Alphonse sighed. “Oh, I will think about it. I don’t promise anything, though.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 9:21 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was so surprised that he agree to even think about that, that she couldn’t help but smile wide. “Thinking about it is good enough for me!” And that was way more than she expected to get! Considering vacations is the first step to beating workaholism!

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt2.2)

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Title: A New World (pt2.2)
Number: 117
Date: Jul 15, 2008 at 11:43 PM
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Azul Morag – Jul 15, 2008 at 11:43 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

After Dr. Fahrenheit was FINALLY gone, Alphonse returned to his Sanctum… Well, that was very much what his private studio was for him. He did worry about the strange woman, but he just he sat down on his stool and stared at all the sketches for wedding gowns he had frantically drawn in the morning. He didn’t like them; they looked like costumes! Which reminded him of Cheyanne’s strange garments. He reached for the bag with her clothes Marie had brought him. She told him she had to wash some of the garments.

“Well, for a little distraction…” He pulled out the shirt. The fabric was unlike anything he had seen before; silky but porous and it somehow didn’t seem natural. The buttons were some sort of… It wasn’t glass. What were they exactly made of? Alphonse pulled out a triangular-esque thing open on top with two large holes. It took him a while to figure out what that was.

“…” Alphonse was scandalized! How indecorous! After the first shock, he held the thing by a corner and shook it. It was very light and… elastic. Actually, the elasticity was fascinating. He examined the weaving of the extraordinarily elastic lace at the top, and decided it wasn’t the weaving, but the material itself. Like rubber. Maybe it was rubber? He used the strange thing to shoot a few paper balls across the room, but that didn’t go well. He tried using it as a honda with empty thread bobbins for pebbles, and it actually worked!

Alba was staring at him, blinking her owlish eyes. She guessed she could chase after those things he was shooting, so she snatched one out of the air and landed with her booty on a perch with a short shriek. Alphonse took the bobbin back from her.

“Yes, it’s interesting… I wonder what is this made of at all!” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2008 at 8:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne slept. And slept! And slept some more! When it was time to take her medicine and someone shook her awake, she took it without complaint. In fact, she didn’t complain or talk about anything! Cheyanne just drank the Doctor prescribed medication and curled up in bed again. No crying or moaning, just occasional sniffles and a cough or two. No crazy talk about her purse, or asking for a job to do. Nor trying to escape or insisting to be elsewhere. Cheyanne had decided that it was no use. She would just stay in bed like she was told, take her medicine like she was told, and when she was better, then she’d just do whatever she was told. Then they wouldn’t call that Doctor back and have her committed in a funny house, or call her a thief and get her arrested, or throw her outside to fend for herself.

Cheyanne slept!

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Azul Morag – Jul 16, 2008 at 3:40 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was worried about Cheyanne, but since Cheyanne was actually cooperating, she guessed that meant Cheyanne was healing from her cold. Mr. Daupre was already better and he kept everyone very busy preparing the dresses and suits for a whole wedding court, plus the bride’s trousseau. The younger seamstresses were working on the bride’s linens and other household details that the bride’s mother was going to give the bride along with family heirlooms, as it was custom. The tailor apprentices were intensely working and Alphonse was supervising every single staff all the time. In fact, he supervised Cheyanne, too (maybe out of habit to supervise everyone or just hysteria). He allowed Marie to embroider in the bedroom so that she could keep an eye on Cheyanne; Mrs. Keane had told him Cheyanne had been seen wandering the halls practically naked, and after seen her former clothes in detail he had guessed maybe her sense of decor was sligthly different. Marie dicretely tried to change his impression but he was so focused on the wedding party commission she doubted he had even heard her!

“You will need to get up some day,” Marie said giving a pat on the bulk of Cheyanne under the covers. A mew informed her Lady Keen was also in there, somewhere. Marie sighed.

“She nibbles on toes,” she warned Cheyanne.
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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2008 at 11:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne had an arm curled around Lady Keen, lightly stroking her head and ears. If her toes were nibbled, that wouldn’t be too horrible. She would be the crazy woman that had no toes. Her nephews would probably think that was hilarious!

“When I’m better and have a job to do, I will get up and do it.” mumbled Cheyanne from under the mound of covers. At least Lady Keen was a comfort, she was soft, warm, and would purr until Cheyanne’s hand stopped moving.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:05 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie shook her head. “If you are well, you should find something useful to do in the Maison by yourself. I don’t know what exactly did you say to the Master, but he’s hurt… or offended, it’s hard to tell. What I mean is, you will have to prod him to get work! I don’t suggest prodding Mrs. Keane, she’s kind of stiff. When this bridal commission is over, he’ll be tired and dizzy, and it’ll be easier to convince him of things.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne’s hand paused over Lady Keen’s head. That was a horrible idea. He hated her, and saying she was sorry and trying to be a useful worker didn’t make a difference. So what if was was offended, he had offended her too and no one cared about that! She was held hostage by his owl!

Sitting up slowly and pushing the covers away, Cheyanne moved to get out of bed. “I’ll get dressed and ask him now, if that’s what I’m supposed to do.” He was only going to say he was busy and shoo her away, and she’ll have to go… pull weeds out of the lawn or help Lady Keen chase mice. Cheyanne will be the weed pulling mouse girl.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:21 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie almost smiled. “You don’t have to go right now, just think about what will you tell him! The best moment to go will be when the commission for the wedding is done and over. Besides, you need to walk around a little and brush your hair… it’s taken the shape of the pillow. He’s too busy and a bit hysterical, supervising everyone. I don’t think he’s eaten, but he could have trouble if he eats and Alba hasn’t been fed!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Just on cue, Alphonse appeared on the door with Alba on his shoulder. They had the same unhappy expression, and they eyed them just in the same way.

“I beg your pardon? I -did- eat and so did Alba! Did you finish your embroidery? What is she doing out of bed? And the cat, are there mice upstairs?!”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:36 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne had her hands on her head trying to smooth out her hair when Mr. Daupre and Alba walked through the door. He was already cranky, but Marie said she had to ask him for a job, and Cheyanne would have preferred to get it over again than dred it for days.

“Mr. Daupre, I am well enough to work now. I did say I would be your model, but if you preferred I could babysit Alba, or wash dishes, or chase mice with Lady Keen and pluck weeds out of the lawn.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse gave a startled stare. He opened his mouth to give a piece of his mind about how she doubted his skills and even called him crazy, when mice-chasing and weed-plucking surprised him so much he just stared at her for a few seconds. He frowned.

“I never said you would have to chase mice or pluck weeds!” He stared accusingly. “I am not -that- evil, you know! I…” Alphonse blinked. “I don’t know what you could do. What are your skills?”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne hadn’t expected him to ask her credentials and actually consider her for something! She chewed on her bottom lip trying to quickly put together a mental resume of things that would actually be useful in a place like this. “I’m trained as a secretary but you already have one. I could take messages, or serve coffee and chit chat with clients while they wait. I’ve got great penmanship for taking notes. I could could write descriptions and articles about your designs for magazines, newspapers or zines. Or you can dress me up and I’ll stand outside on a busy street looking pretty and when I’m complimented I’ll say ‘Why thank you! This is one of Mr. Daupre’s dresses, isn’t it beautiful!’ and twirl a lacy parasol.”

Maybe she rambled on more than she needed to… but that last idea actually sounded like a lot of fun. It’s a shame he didn’t intend to have her model for him anymore.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked. Alba made that strange cooing sound again, but he ignored her.

“You are from somewhere else; I do not know from where, but somewhere quite different,” he said. “I would have to test your abilities, and the way you speak. I was examining your clothes I bought,” he added. “I can’t tell what some of the fabrics are. That is alarming enough. You may think I am insane, but you are lucky I am not. When the bridal commission is done and delivered, I will test your abilities and I will figure out what you could do. As for modeling on the streets… That is interesting, but random and tiring. Besides, my brand is too expensive for the average citizen that actually walks… but the idea is interesting and I will consider it.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 8:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Encouraged that he was willing to test her credentials and even considered her idea, even if it wasn’t feasible, she attempted to be more persistent!

“I could help with the bridal commissions? To try on things so you can see them on a person, or even just to fetch things for you, or relay messages in the house, or organize ribbons and threads and fabrics. My clothes were mostly a polyester mix, but I guess you wouldn’t have a lot of that here.. but oh! I could show you what my sister’s wedding dress looked like, since you are interested in clothes! I’m not very good at drawing, but I could maybe sketch the outline. She tried on a million of them before she found the right one.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 5:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse just watched like a hawk as Cheyanne spoke. Her words informed him of a few things: Since she had said she worked as a receptionist it was unlikely she was rich, but her sister tried many finished dresses for her wedding. That and the nature of the stitches in her clothing, plus her suggestions about street advertising warned Alphonse of something: wherever Cheyanne came from, designer clothing was not only obsolete, but mass-produced. It smelled of industrial clothing, and far beyond small factories if they had even bridal sets! Polyester? Alphonse had never heard that fiber name before. It wasn’t a flower name, nor a vegetable fiber name he knew. It wasn’t animal, either. What in hell was it?

Alphonse watched her from head to toes again. She wasn’t corset-trained and she had been wearing those strange garments she came with. Where did women wear such scant clothing? These clothes she came with were too complicated to be from Indochina or Africa, where clothing was lighter and mostly linen and cotton. Silk. He couldn’t recall seeing anything similar before. However, the engineering of the garments, cut and function spoke of design. Maybe mass-produced, but design. Stressed out as he was to finish the bridal commission on time, he imagined a very dark country with a worse off problem of child-slaves in factories and underpaid designers slaving away in the hollow belly of a smoke-belching factory.

Alphonse paled a little.

“Are you aware that industry enslaves orphaned children and poor children?” He asked. “Factory-produced clothes may be cheaper, but clothes by their worth feed families and send their children to school… I think you ought to think about that!”

Since Marie oddily eyed him, Alphonse abruptly realized his imagination was running away with him. He folded his arms, causing Alba to flap a little.

“Anyway… I will talk to you later. I am busy and there is a lot to do… and you need to get dressed. Miss Lawrence! Did you finish or did you not?”
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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 9:12 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“There’s [i]laws[/i] against child and slave labor. And least in my country. Even the top designer labels are done in factories, handmade items are pretty rare now.” Cheyanne imagined if he saw her city that Mr. Daupre might’ve died from a heart attack. New York was painfully complicated in the modern age. But then, doctors were more professional didn’t attack you with leeches.

He told her to get dressed, so Cheyanne was already scooting away to find her clothes. Then she realized he was still there, and opted to grab a hairbrush to brush her hair instead!

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 9:31 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie tried her best to keep herself from smiling (or else she could get fired from the Master’s expression!)

“I am done with the embroidery, Master Daupre. Here it is, sir.” She handed over a folded cloth.

” I will assist Cheyanne dressing, if you don’t mind.”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse checked the embroidery. “What country is that supposed to be?” He distractely asked. He frowned a bit at the mention of dressing and assistance but moved back, as he had not passed the threshold into the room. “Don’t leave the cat locked in here! Where is Peter? And you didn’t answer my question!”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2008 at 7:27 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“The United States of America!” she said quickly! “I live in New York, New York. I’m not really sure why they decided to name the state after the city, but it was originally called New Amsterdam in the 1600s and I..” Cheyanne realized they were looking at her funny again. “thought it was a weird coincidence…” she finished.

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2008 at 11:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse stared, briefly. “Is she still taking laudanum?” He asked Marie with a raised eyebrow. Marie began closing the door.

“She will be dressed and ready, shortly!” Marie said, firmly. “Don’t worry, Master Daupre.”

Alba shrieked a bit. Alphonse had an outraged expression, but he moved from the door and Marie closed it, leaving him outside. Alba vigorously shook her tail. Alphonse scoffed.

“I am too busy to be here anyway!” He said before leaving.

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Divinatas – Jul 19, 2008 at 6:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“You shouldn’t have shut the door in his face, he’s going to be furious.” Cheyanne said, having finished brushing through her hair and sparing herself the disaster of looking like a puffy-headed weirdo.

Now that Mr. Daupre was gone, Cheyanne was hunting for her clothes and fussing to change. She still hadn’t gotten used to all these different layers and weird bits and pieces. It sure was a lot of trouble just to get dressed. “A lot of cities had had the same names or changed their names, I didn’t think it was that strange? Well, I guess maybe the calendar year being different is weird. I mean, I think this city and it’s customs are odd, but only because it’s all so old fashioned rather than just being totally unique!” It seemed now that Mr. Daupre was going to work with her, Cheyanne’s mood had perked right up again!

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Azul Morag – Jul 19, 2008 at 11:13 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie gave a delicate snort.

“When he’s trying to be everywhere at the same time, sometimes it’s necessary to help him to get moving,” Marie said. She ‘helped’ Cheyanne with her corset. Pulling the laces like a professional, she added, “you shouldn’t worry about him; I am sure he will see you later and give you work.”

“What is all that chatter about a New York city and things being old fashioned in New Amsterdam? This is one of the best cities for fashion designers, and well… I have yet to see old-fashioned people around! And…” Marie tied the laces.

“Do you mean women show off their legs in your city? The Master told me that you were wearing seemed to be an outfit and not petticoats…”

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Divinatas – Jul 20, 2008 at 7:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Dutifully, Cheyanne took her corset torture like a woman. She was going to really have to try and not get worked up about anything for fear she’ll lose her breath again and end up passed out on the floor! “Well, yeah. It’s a work suit. A blouse and skirt. Of course, I ended up caught in the rain before I boarded the train, and clothes like that really shouldn’t be drenched in water, so it looked really bad.” She braced a hand at her ribs… Talking too fast was a bad idea too! So she tried to pace her words also!

“Things here are conservative compared to my city. Really, really conservative. New Yorkers hardly even had manners anymore. But clothing and style is still incredibly important. I love fashion even if I couldn’t always afford the top designers, and I wanted to work at a fashion magazine [i]so[/i] much. They always knew what the next up and coming styles would be for the seasons. I would have been thrilled to be the columnist that went to all the fashion shows to do the reviews. After college I got a starter job at a magazine and wanted to work my way up, like most people do… but… I never got the promotions.” Cheyanne sighed. Not only was she skipped over, but she never had the guts to really demand the consideration either. It was probably her own fault.

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Azul Morag – Jul 20, 2008 at 7:46 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie thought all that sounded very strange (and kind of heathenish!) but she guessed she could find out more things in time. Cheyanne was nice and agreeable, but Marie still could not make head or toes about where did she come from, and why exactly was she here, if she was lost or not… Things like that. Marie eyed Cheyanne trying to breathe. She tried, but she could stifle a bit of laughter!

“You don’t have to hold your breath like that; this is a Straight Front corset! See, it doesn’t press against your stomach…” She patted Cheyanne’s stomach a bit. “See? You can breathe and eat wearing that, comfortably.”

“By the way, the Master has reproduced your garments. He made some changes, but he dressed a mannequin with his version of your clothes. The only thing he couldn’t do was the…” She laughed. “Excuse me, but we call them, ‘the loincloth without the cloth’ – what exactly are those?! They are not bloomers or anything… The fabric expands but the Master hasn’t found out what it is in detail. He tried some honeycomb expanding stitch work, but those looked like the pantaloons of a court jester! I think he didn’t even finish them.”

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Divinatas – Jul 23, 2008 at 1:53 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne still wasn’t too sure she’d be able to breathe later, but relaxed a small bit. She glanced over her shoulder at Marie, curiously. “A reproduction of my suit already?” That was pretty impressive, especially since things were all done by hand here!

“Those are [i]underwear[/i]. Ladies panties! My suit though isn’t bad at all when it’s [i]dry[/i], though. I got caught in the ran before I boarded the train and designer clothes usually have to be dry cleaned. ..Do you think I can take a peek at the suit?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 23, 2008 at 11:45 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked.

“Do you mean, there are ones for men, too?” She shook her head. “Is it some sort of ordinance in your city, some kind of dressing code?” She was half amused, half scandalized, but she was curious. “I guess there is a reason for… hm. It’s very strange…!”

“Well. If you want to see the suit he made, I guess we could sneak upstairs when he’s busy! Anyway, his living room may need some dusting!” Marie winked with a mischievous grin!

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 3:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Of course they do. Well.. Not all of them do, men have their own styles, and it’s not required some people don’t wear any at all.” Cheyanne replied, and then realized that was probably even more scandalous than slimpy panties! “But [i]those[/i] people are usually pretty naughty to begin with!”

Quickly changing the subject, Cheyanne smiled wide at the idea of peeking at the outfit design. “We’re not going to get any trouble for taking a look are we? Even if we’re dusting? I Really don’t want to get in any more trouble with Mr. Daupre.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 5:54 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked and readily agreed to change the subject.

“Well, he might get annoyed,” she said, “but he doesn’t have to know. Besides if he appears, Alba would be with him and she likes you! Let’s go quickly.”

Marie took a hold of Cheyanne’s wrist and pulled her along with a grin! They had to hide in corners a couple of times and rush up the stairs, but soon they got to the attic where the Master lives. The door was not locked. Marie produced a broom and dusting pan from a cupboard, and a feathered duster.

“Just in case,” she said.

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took the feather duster, amused with how old fashioned and natural the feathers were. She did like this look so much better than the ones people would get at the store with those hot pink or lime green dyed feathers and those plastic handles! This one sort of made dusting seem elegant and fancy!

Inside Mr. Daupre’s suite, Cheyanne made sure to look like she was sincerely dusting as Marie made sure no one was around or saw them. Then she turned around and spotted.. her suit! Well, not exactly her suit, it was an entire redesign! “Oh [i]wow[/i]! This is so chic!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:19 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie leaned against the door and giggled behind her hand. “He was so stressed he made a hobby out of your suit these last days you’ve been sick and we’ve been working on the bridal assignment! He made some changes, as you see… like the neck design and the lines if the sleeves; he made that skirt short as yours, but he also made this other long one…”

She lifted a matching skirt from a chair; it was long with a mermaid-like curve that made it tighter at the knees and wider below, with a slight “tail” forming a soft wave.

“All the suit is lined, for shaping… The shirt inside is almost the same as yours, but he changed the neck and made it more fitted… See this small embroidered lily? He made it. The lily is part of his signature. Well, actually he made almost everything himself, including cutting and sewing. Generally, the assistants just follow his instructions… but not everyone has seen this suit.”

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:36 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s [i]brilliant[/i]!” she said, sticking the duster in her waistband so her hands were free! Cheyanne brushed her fingers along the collar… the fabric was just right! It would be light and comfortable! “In just a few days even? The design is exquisite! It’s modern and sleek but a classic style… It would never go out of fashion! A hundred years and it would still look beautiful!”

“And the pieces as separates, it’s genius! The long skirt would be elegant for dinners or parties, and the short skirt perfect for going to work or meetings. And the color…!” Cheyanne hopped and clapped her hands! “It’s subtle and could be mixed with any other shirts and accessories! Oh, Marie! I really love this!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:00 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie beamed proudly! “I am happy you like it! He’s not got much sleep as of lately, but he relaxed a little making this suit.” She held up the long skirt. “He used your measurements, too! We should ask him to let you try it on sometime!”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

The girls had not seen him, but Alphonse had appeared on the threshold as soon as Marie moved away from it to take the skirt from the chair. He had been perplexed by the weight on his door (which was Marie’s) and had simply given it a mild push when she moved away from it… He was holding the door knob, watching them. His eyeglasses slid down his nose; his eyes opened wide and he forgot to bicker as blush crept over his face, making it quite obvious he had heard their comments. On his shoulder, Alba smugly fluffed up till she looked like a ball of feathers with eyes and a barely visible beak and kept silent.

Alphonse swallowed and felt the impulse to flee. It was very strange, he hadn’t felt uneasy at people studying his work since he was a teenager! He mentally chided himself, but that didn’t make his blush recede any. Hoping not to be seen, he took a slow step back…

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:09 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Do you think he’ll let me? He doesn’t really like me at al- [i]Mr. Daupre[/i]!” Cheyanne said, just barely catching the man at the door out of the corner of her eye! She stepped away from the suit quickly, pulling the duster out of her waistband. But it was fairly obvious from the look on her face that she was caught red handed gabbing on with Marie about something they were probably going to be in a world of trouble for!

“I- we were just- Oh boy.” she stammered. Looking at Marie for help!

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:28 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie had been startled as well, but she did realize the Master was… he was… he was blushing! Even in the shade of the door, it was rather obvious he was not red with anger, but rather he was flustered like a schoolboy – that was so cute! She almost squealed but her prudence quickly took over.

“Master Daupre… yes, we came here to dust your room, it hasn’t been dusted in days and well… it’s impossible to ignore this suit! Begging your forgiveness, Master,” she added, cautiously. “It is very nice.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse eyed them the best he could manage, but he somehow couldn’t muster his usually scary glaring. Alba simply shook her tail, looking smug. Alphonse opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated and had to start over.

“Well… I guess the room does need some dusting… but the suit is fine as it is…” He blushed furiously. “I mean… Well, I made it, didn’t I? I did try to make it right…” He added, almost desperately. “Anyway, if you already saw it, you can dust… around it. Because the room is dusty, but the suit hadn’t got any dust yet.”

Alphonse stopped.

“Do you really want to try it on?” He asked Cheyanne. “I didn’t finish your underwear!”

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:36 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“[i]Can[/i] I try it on?” Cheyanne asked, unable to hide that delighted look on her face, even if at the mention of her underwear (and knowing Marie said his version was a disaster!) had her turning red. It was probably better he didn’t finish those!

“Well, no one would see the underwear anyway… But I would really love to try it. It [i]is[/i] the most gorgeous dress!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 2:56 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was astounded for some very long seconds – did she mean the underwear was not necessary?! She said again she found the dress gorgeous and Alphonse got even more nervous than before!

“But you have to wear… Marie! She needs underwear and I didn’t finish it!”
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie had to call upon all her self-control powers to keep from smirking. With a very straight face, she placidly said, “The slim bloomers would do nicely, Master Daupre. Those are best for fitted clothing…”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked.

“Oh… that is true,” he said. “The Straight Front will do fine, too… I…” He blinked. “I… made one of those wired pieces she was wearing, but the corset makes the silhouette more defined. I guess you can get her into the dress.”
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie beamed. “Yes, Master! Please wait in the other room!” She practically hushed him into his Studio and closed the door behind him. She turned to Cheyanne. “Now we can get you dressed up!”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 3:48 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Once Mr. Daupre was out of the room, Cheyanne set aside the feather duster and was quickly trying to get herself out of her current clothes. She was clearly way too excited to even manage to unbutton her own clothes! “I can’t wait to see how it feels, Marie! And maybe to put my hair up in a French Roll, or no! Down and over my shoulder in a twist, that would look really pretty, don’t you think?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 3:58 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie helped Cheyanne out of her clothes and offered a change of bloomers into a slimmer, plain pair of bloomers without ruffles or laces on them. “These won’t show under any clothing! We’ll have to untie the corset and fit it again after you change into this pair of bloomers.” She quickly and efficiently helped Cheyanne change and finally slipped the shirt and the suit on her.

“I don’t know about those shoes… We need to do your hair!” She beamed. “Yes, a French twist would be lovely and show off your neckline quite nicely!”

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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 4:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I could wear my shoes… or maybe something in black with buttons?” Cheyanne was smoothing her hands over the skirt, admiring the fit in a tall mirror! The fit was perfect, like it was designed just for her body. “I don’t even look like myself!” Cheyanne exclaimed. Well, she did look like herself, but…better! It was amazing how a nice outfit could instantly boost someone’s mood. That was just the reason why she loved fashion so much!

Cheyanne made a dramatic showing of walking like an elegant lady as she made a slow twirl in the dress and sat down in a chair so Marie could reach her hair. She was smiling like a giddy teenager.

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 4:49 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was beaming. She opened a cupboard and got a little box with hairbrushes and hair pins used for models and visitors. Marie began brushing Cheyanne’s hair and skillfully putting it up and into a French twist.

“Why did you cut your hair? If it were longer it’d be easier to put up…” She brushed and secured the twist with pins and a pretty needle with pearls. “See how you look now!”

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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 5:07 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It used to be so much longer, but I don’t have anyone to help me back at home. It was easier to keep it not too much farther than my shoulders so I didn’t have to fight with it every morning!” Cheyanne was up and out of the chair to see her reflection. Blinking, she slowly turned. “Wow…! Just like Audrey Hepburn! My sister would be so jealous.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 5:22 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was grinning. “Who is Audrey Hepburn?” She asked. “Do you have a sister?” Marie hovered over Cheyanne fixing every possible detail. “Is she older than you? I have a few sisters, but they all live in the countryside! I am the eldest.”

“Master Daupre will be so proud! Well, he usually is, regardless.” Marie giggled. “It’s alright, your hair is nice like this and if you need more, there’s always those fillers and hairpieces.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 5:47 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“One of the greatest actresses of her time.” Cheyanne always loved Audrey Hepburn, she was just one of those classic beauties! “My sister is older, yeah. About four years, married, and three little boys. And a real busybody too, she likes to lecture me about what I’m doing, and has a horrible habit of setting me up on dates. Only, she doesn’t have very good taste at all, at least for me. Or else, she’s just so desperate to see me get married she’s starting to pick any random guy off the street just to say ‘Hey! Take out my sister!'” Cheyanne couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought!

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 6:11 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie couldn’t help but snicker. “Oh, that’s awful! I guess she only means well, though. It’s difficult to find a good man on one’s own, nowadays. I guess I will be the one hovering over my sisters, if our mother needs the help…” She giggled. “But we forget the Master! He must be waiting in the other room!”
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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 7:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It really doesn’t matter what land or time you’re from, family members always want to see you married off young while lots of children before you hit 40. It’s amazingly frustrating!” Cheyanne turned around, smoothing the skirt again, and a slight fuss of her hair. Now feeling incredibly self conscious about letting Mr. Daupre seeing her wear his dress. It was his design after all, what if she didn’t look right in it? She new perfectly well that no matter how pretty an outfit was, if the wrong person was in it, it could still look a mess! “Um… okay, we should let him in.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 7:56 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie grinned. “Yes, we should… I hope he has not fallen asleep in there.” She went to the door and respectfully knocked.

“Master Daupre? Miss Fowler is ready to be seen…”[/dashed]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie had barely had time to finish speaking when Alphonse opened the door. He did look a little disoriented and startled, since actually he had been napping on a chair. Alba flew out and perched herself on one of the bronze bars hanging from the ceiling where Cheyanne met her for the first time. Alphonse pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and stared at Cheyanne.

The dress fitted her nicely, without a single tailoring session; Alphonse had earlier decided her original suit was made in series, maybe based on a standard size; he made adjustments guiding himself by his own eye, since he hadn’t actually measured Cheyanne; despite how experimental it was, the dress seemed to fit her body like a glove. This made him proud of his own skill, but also mysteriously reminded him she had called him a crazy maniac, and also made him strangely nervous. Alba shrieked a bit. Alphonse folded his arms, mainly to keep himself from fidgeting. Maybe it was the suit (or not) but miss Fowler looked gorgeous and far brighter than earlier.

“Not too bad for a crazy maniac of a tailor,” he finally said.
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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 8:04 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was trying hard not to blush, clasping her hands behind her back and attempting to be as subdued as possible. …but that was extraordinarily hard! “If you’re a crazy maniac, Mr. Daupre, then you’re the most talented and brilliant crazy maniac in the universe! I’ve never seen a more amazing dress, and surely never had the chance to actually [i]wear[/i] one!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 8:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Normally, Alphonse would have graciously accepted the worship and drop some dignified (and somewhat snide) reply to show deference… but this time, he found himself a bit speechless and awkwardly shy. He smiled a lopsided smile, looked away for an instant and would have taken a step back if Marie were not standing right there behind him.

“I… suppose that is a compliment,” he finally said. “Thank you. I… just made a new version of your suit. It was instructive. You look beautiful in it.” [/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was grinning behind Alphonse, since he couldn’t see her, it couldn’t get her in trouble! She could almost sway, they were being cute![/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 29, 2008 at 8:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked slowly. Mr. Daupre smiled, and it was such an unexpected genuine smile that she couldn’t help but smile too. When smiling like that he didn’t look pompous or snooty, but rather attractive… and oh dear giving her a compliment too! Cheyanne found herself blushing furiously, trying not to fidget too much with her fingers, or fuss with the hem of the shirt.

“I- you… Well, because the design is so perfect, anyone would look beautiful wearing it.” she caught a glimpse of Marie grinning, causing her to blush deeper. What was she grinning about anyway! This wasn’t funny at all, it was embarrassing!

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 8:51 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse bit his lip to prevent a smile.

“I guess that may be,” he said, “but you are not everyone else. I am glad the dress looks good on you.”

Alba made that strange cooing sound. Alphonse eyed the bird and suddenly gasped.

“The bridal commission! I don’t have more time to be upstairs! I was looking for something…” He went into the Studio and came out with a sketchbook.

“I have to go…” Before he finished, he was indeed gone![/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked.

“Well, that was something,” she said with a grin. “You look amazing!”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2008 at 6:42 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne made a slow turn with her arms out, smiling ridiculously wide! It was silly floaty feeling, but she was sure she was just pleased that the dress was a success and Mr. Daupre wasn’t angry with her anymore.

“I wish I could go somewhere wearing this! A stroll in the park with a parasol, or an art tour.” Finally she sighed, shrugging her shoulders and grinning at Marie. “I guess it’s a change of clothes and back to work.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2008 at 7:07 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed, still smiling.

“Yes, unfortunately… Keep the new bloomers, they are yours now.” Marie helped her out of the dress and back into her ordinary dress. “I guess we were more suspicious because I forgot the aprons,” she said, just a tad of a bit guiltily. “We could finish dusting and sweeping. Then there will be a lot of things to pack downstairs, because the bridal commission must be delivered tomorrow morning.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2008 at 7:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“My father would say a woman is always suspicious!” A wide grin, Cheyanne claimed her feather duster again to dust the shelves and tables, finding the work much more cheerful and fun that having to wash dishes in the kitchen! It was interesting to look over the things decorating and placed around the room.

“My sister’s wedding was nothing but chaos! She didn’t have her dress designed unique, but there was still fittings, and bridesmaid dresses. Trying cakes and testing food from caterers. Florists, finding a preacher that wasn’t insane. …and all of those family members coming in to town! We all stayed at Mother’s house with half the family, and it was a nightmare.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2008 at 7:41 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie had a wistful smile. “I’d like a big wedding with all my family… but well. Weddings are so expensive. I am not sure if I’ll get married, myself, I would like to have children and live in a cottage in the countryside… but I would also like to stay here and work as a seamstress. Here, we are a sort of family, too…” Marie had a mischievous smile, her back to Cheyanne. “The Master doesn’t seem to be getting married, himself; he doesn’t have a fiancee yet. He lives in the city most of the year, but he has a mother to look after. He doesn’t speak about his own family, though. He’s mysterious sometimes!”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2008 at 7:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Mr. Daupre doesn’t seem like the sort of man to be interested in getting married. Maybe the forever bachelor type?” Cheyanne dusted around a lovely flower vase, admiring the colors on the design. “His career is important, and you all do seem like a family. I suppose he doesn’t think he needs a wife!”

A bit too much dust in a hidden corner, one that looked like it had been guarded by Alba a good deal of the time and not likely to get dusted, had her turning away for a moment to sneeze. “I don’t think I’ll be getting married myself. Even with my sister’s help – if that could even be considered help,” she laughed to herself, “there aren’t many datable men. If they aren’t lying about where they work, you find out they were in jail for robbing a poor homeless, or that they were cheating on you with the girl in accounting.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2008 at 8:10 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie shrugged. “Some men need a good dusting… But I wouldn’t be so sure about Master Daupre. Maybe he just hasn’t stopped to think about it! He’s had a couple of flings, but nothing that survived his line of work. He has to attend parties and go to galleries, and see all sorts of women in underwear. All that makes him rather gloomy sometimes. It’s hard to be yourself in the world of fashion, I guess…”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2008 at 11:34 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“That’s the way it goes. Then again, I think it’s like that no matter what job you have if you’re always in the public and dealing with tons of people and expectations! Maybe he needs a vacation. I bet he’s never taken one!” Everything could be fixed with a good vacation. …Maybe her little trip in New Amsterdam could be considered a vacation? It sure beat thinking about being in a coma, or worse! A vacation in a foreign city and trying out a new culture. That actually sounded exciting!

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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2008 at 11:47 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba was sternly watching them from her perch on the bronze bars hanging from the ceiling. When the girls got excited, Alba moved along the perch nearest Cheyanne and when Cheyanne stopped by chatting about vacations, Alba reached down and took a hold of her, trying to get on her shoulder…
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie laughed.

“The Master, vacations?! I have never seen him taking a vacation, and I have almost five years here! Because the scarce weekends he has taken to rest sometimes, don’t count…” Marie eyed the bird. “Move fast before she gets a better hold of you!” Marie said, quite ineffectively waving a hand at the owl from a prudent distance!

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2008 at 11:52 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne stopped to allow Alba to get on her shoulder, before hearing Marie telling her to move! She blinked giving Marie a curious look. “She just wants to be part of the conversation!” Cheyanne stroked the feathers on Alba’s chest, regretting not having any snacks for the owl.

“Then he needs a vacation for sure. Do you suppose Alba could make him do it? She was rather good at making me stay. She could attach herself to him and perch for days until he gave in.” The idea was ridiculous, but it was a funny thought. Cheyanne grinned!

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Azul Morag – Jul 31, 2008 at 12:13 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie couldn’t help but to snicker. “That would be interesting…” She watched the bird. “It’s very strange, how she’s taken a liking to you. Alba is not very sociable, and she’s bitten people she doesn’t like. The Master uses her as a bodyguard when there’s some clingy clientele around; it’s easier than appearing ‘rude’,” Marie rolled her eyes a bit. “Alba is a bit scary, even for us.”

“Vacations sound great… Maybe we should suggest him to take vacations! I’ll talk to the boys. The next commission is not as pressing as this one was; the bridal commission had us in a hurry from the start.”
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Divinatas – Jul 31, 2008 at 12:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Maybe she senses fear. Horses know when someone is afraid of them and like to harass them.” Cheyanne returned to dusting, with the snowy owl on her shoulder. It was a little awkward, but she moved as carefully as she could.

“What about the beach? Then again, I’m not sure snowy owls like the beach. A nice cabin next to a lake might be a better idea. And there’s no reason why he couldn’t take his sketchbooks and do his designs there, right? He could take most of his staff! That way he could get things done but still be somewhere relaxing, and I bet everyone would have more fun!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 31, 2008 at 12:48 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie gapped and smiled wide!

“I had never heard such an idea! It sounds wonderful!” She produced a postcard from her pocket. “It’d be lovely… I got this beach postcard from one of my sisters.”

The postcard showed some people on a placid beach, wearing what seemed to be shirts, fluffy bermuda pants, wool socks and shoes, and wide-brimmed hats. There were carriages with horses, serving as changing booths and ladies in full dresses with parasols on tall, booth-like rattan chairs.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely?” Marie was beaming!

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Divinatas – Jul 31, 2008 at 12:57 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took a good look at the picture and laughed! All of those clothes, she hopped it wasn’t in the middle of summer – those people would have passed out from heat exhaustion. But Marie loved the idea, and it would probably do the whole household some good to be somewhere different. Mr. Daupre might even be inspired if he tried something new!

“Do you think he’ll try it? Mrs. Keane might could bully him in to it.” Cheyanne might have mentioned it herself, but she didn’t think he would be as considering of the idea as Marie. Especially coming from her!

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Azul Morag – Jul 31, 2008 at 1:09 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie tilted her head.

“I don’t know… Mrs. Keane is very strict! I don’t think she’s ever stepped into a beach, by the looks of her. We’d have to convince her somehow.”

She gazed again at her postcard and smiled.

“I do have a bathing suit… but it’s very old.”

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Categories
New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt2.1)

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Title: A New World (pt2.1)
Number: 107
Date: Jul 7, 2008 at 2:28 PM
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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:28 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

A day later, Alphonse was almost free of his cold, but his gloomy mood didn’t actually help his health any. He spent long hours in his private studio in his apartment, working like a possessed man (well, whenever he was not knocked out cold on top his sketches). Alba noticed his dark mood or not, it was hard to say if she cared at all since she was, well… a bird.

There were quite a few projects going on downstairs too, but Alphonse was relying on his apprentices to finish them on their own – or so he said. Alphonse would appear out of the blue and hover dangerously, checking every detail was nothing but perfection of handmade art before disappearing again, back to his studio. He was quite good at appearing and disappearing without notice. The house was four stories high, if you count the mansard; the double set of stairs and corridors (staff and “public”) allowed him to come and go almost anywhere in the building without using the halls; the hidden set of stairs and corridors worked like secret passages. Indeed, some where rather dark and foreboding at night.[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter loved the second set of corridors and passages. He was almost as good as Alphonse at appearing and disappearing through them, and he would hide there sometimes. He had wanted to show Cheyanne some interesting places, but he desisted because it was very likely she’d meet the Master at some point and she could try to clobber the poor Master. Peter had decided it was best not to mix those two.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:14 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne darned socks. Cheyanne mended aprons. Cheyanne repaired curtains. Cheyanne fell asleep and slept and slept and nearly died. Or at least, she felt like she was going to die. She was fairly certain she told Marie she was dying, as she curled up in bed clinging to a pillow she was trying to patch up, and Marie said she would be all right. But Cheyanne’s head was swimming, and she was so hot, and what she really needed was some cold pills or cough syrup so at the very least she wouldn’t feel the pain while she died! …and that was just the day Alba held her hostage!

The next morning was all the worse, but Cheyanne was determined to do more than stay in bed moaning. Only she was feeling so miserable and so cloudy headed, that she really wasn’t thinking much beyond ‘need medicine’. She had slipped out of bed sometime later in the day than she had thought it was, fixed her covers and fluffed her pillows. Medicine. She always kept some in her purse and that was over-… where DID she leave her purse? Cheyanne had forgotten all about it, even when she had stormed out of the Atelier. Well, she was just going to get it now!

Only Cheyanne still wasn’t quite thinking, and didn’t even remember that she needed to get dressed. She was still wearing some odd nightgown Marie had bullied her in to as she wandered down the hall sleepily. Where did she leave it…

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:29 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie caught a nightshirted Cheyanne just on time as one of the younger apprentices was there gaping at her. She shoed him away and herded Cheyanne back to the bedroom.

“You shouldn’t go around naked! Oh my,” Marie blinked at her. “You need some cough syrup! I’ll send Peter to the apothecary.”

She tucked Cheyanne into bed. “Just stay here and rest.” She checked Cheyanne’s forehead for any fever. “We may need a doctor for you, too…”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:34 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I’m not naked.” Cheyanne held up a finger correcting Marie, not realizing she was being ushered back to her room and in to bed. Now how did she get back in bed? Cheyanne was sitting up again, throwing her legs over the side and shaking her head.

“I have medicine in my purse. It’s around here somewhere. I set it down on a chair… or was it a table?” Cheyanne pushed Marie’s fussing hands away. “You sound like my sister.” she muttered. “I have to find my purse, all my [i]stuff[/i] is in there. I’ll die, Marie!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

“You are not going to die,” Marie firmly said. “You are just sick. We’ll find you some medicines and Peter will fetch a doctor!”

Marie then remembered the tiny pills and the purse. She tilted her head, thinking.

“I don’t know where your purse is. If your belongings were sent to the Master’s room, perhaps he will know where your purse is. I will go and ask him… but only if you stay in bed.”

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“People die from colds all the time in the Victorian Era!” Or was that the era they had better medicinal advances? No, no Cheyanne was pretty sure that people died a lot from being sick. They died plenty enough in modern times when colds turned to pneumonia and you didn’t get medicine fast enough! Cheyanne realized she probably had no immunity to any of the illnesses in this city, who knows what sort of horrible things she could catch!

“Okay… I’ll stay in bed.” Cheyanne crawled back in bed and under the covers, where she promptly pulled them over her head to ward away any more germs that might be floating around.

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:12 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed. She went to the kitchen to find Little Peter and sent him to get Dr. Fahrenheit and get some lemons and honey at the market on his way back. With those she prepared a potent cold syrup she mainly used for Alphonse, but since Cheyanne was getting sick too, there couldn’t be too much cold syrup in the house!
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[dash]Not much later, Dr. Fahrenheit arrived with a large medical satchel and a gift of chicken livers for Alba. It was considered of good fortune to bring gifts for house avatars, even if the avatars themselves rarely were allowed to eat said gifts. The house was filled with activity at the time and since he already knew his way into the house, Dr. Fahrenheit assumed Alphonse was the sick one and went upstairs to see him.

It wasn’t Alphonse, but since Alphonse was sick anyway, how could he convince the doctor he was not the patient? Besides Alphonse was in even greater disadvantage because the doctor had known him since Alphonse was a young and desperate student of Architecture morphing into an apprentice of a fashion designer, with the aggravating fact that said fashion designer Armand LeGant had a secret weakness for recreational drugs and gambling. Before Alphonse could argue, he was being threatened with bloodletting if he wouldn’t stop fussing!

Then Peter finally found the doctor. He explained about the actual patient, so the good doctor and his leeches were (thankfully) taken away from a nerve-grated Alphonse. Dr. Fahrenheit was finally taken to the right patient and he patiently tried to peel off all the layers of blankets and sheets so he could actually see what the patient looks like![/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:20 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Mooooan… Cheyanne might as well been a moaning zombie under the covers. Marie was taking so long…! That purse should have been found by now! As covers were being pulled away, she was relieved, assuming it was Marie with her purse but it was… A stranger! Even worse, a stranger with an old fashioned doctor’s bag!

Cheyanne scooted backwards against the headboard of the bed, wide eyed and blinking! “You- You’re not my purse.” A doctor from this place was the last thing she needed, did they even properly sanitize the things they used during examinations? She bet not, and he was probably covered with germs from a dozen different patients!

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:38 PM

[dash]The doctor blinked placidly; after all, you hear all kinds of things when you are a doctor.

“No, I am not your purse, Miss Flower. I am Doctor Celso Fahrenheit. I am here to relieve your pain.” He said it very slowly, as the poor girl seemed to be slowed down due to her surely strange and foreign disease. The doctor put down his jar of leeches in a portable table Peter brought for him and pulled out an ancient thermometer with a large and shiny mercury bulb… yet actually, it was new.

“Let me check your temperature, child.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:46 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Oh my god! Leeches?! Forget it! No way. Not in a million years! She’ll get anemia and she’ll end up passing out every hour cause he blood was drained and she’s weak and wilty! And they were gross and slimy, and she most certainly didn’t need a doctor when she had perfectly good medicine in her purse. She didn’t want to die!

Of course through all of this mental dialog, Cheyanne was clutching the blanket with a death grip, and slowly shaking her head at the doctor. She looked horrified!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit was perplexed. He asked Peter if the patient had spoken before, and Peter answered affirmatively. Dr. Fahrenheit showed Cheyanne the thermometer and spoke slooooowly with gentle gestures to get her to relax.

“The leeches are not for you, I was about to use them on Alphonse, but I will have to see about him later. You seem to be ill…” He frowned at her pale face and dilated pupils. “Peter, get a basin with cool water and small towels.”

Peter, who had just brought a glass of water and another of lemonade, scampered to get the basin and towels. Meanwhile, Dr. Fahrenheit mixed etanol and opium to prepare laudanum for the patient. He carefully poured a few drops into the glass of water and mixed it with a glass agitator.

“Drink this. You will be able to relax and sleep.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well, the leeches not being for her was a comfort. But not by much. Cheyanne tilted away from the doctor. With the headboard at her back, she couldn’t move backwards anymore, so she had to tilt towards the other side. That stuff he was mixing didn’t look very legal or medical at all.

Cheyanne held up her hand. “No thank you…” she said softly. “I just need my purse and I’ll be fine.” It was kind of awkward being in bed with some weirdo doctor talking all slow to her. She wasn’t dumb and she could speak English! He was just… going to torture her with ancient devices and crazy techniques!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:33 AM

[dash]The doctor arched an eyebrow. He had measured forces with unruly patients before. He patted the jar of leeches.

“If you refuse to drink your medicine, I will have to resort to bloodletting. It is very effective for patients that prefer a more physical technique rather than a simple drinkable medicine. These leeches are bred and imported from India, and are very effective. We would only have to tie you to the bed for your own safety while I apply the leeches. After you get a syncope, you will sleep to your health!”

He made a pause.

“Of course, just taking your medicine like a good girl would be a lot simpler.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

As if it were possible for Cheyanne to look anymore terrified, she did! Blinking wide eyed and opened mouth, that evil evil man just threatened her with [i]leeches[/i]! Cheyanne was having a very hard time deciding what to do! That drink was going to put her to sleep and she might never wake up, and he wouldn’t [i]really[/i] abuse a poor patient like that would he? That would be bad practice!

“I already have medicine in my purse.” she started slowly. “I’m just going to get it and show you.” Cheyanne pushed off the blankets and was quickly escaping for bed. Her purse or the front door, which ever one she found first!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:53 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit considered this purse she kept on invoking could actually be a real object, but before he could deepen into that part of their conversation, his patient tried to flee! He promptly blocked the way to the door.

“There, there. You only need to take your medicine.”

This patient very obviously was a neurotic one, perhaps bipolar. She moved from extreme passiveness to aggression in a matter of seconds! Dr. Fahrenheit mentally checked if he had brought chloroform, too. He preferred the laudanum ten times better, but the patient was surely prone to hurt herself and others!

“After you take your medicine and sleep, you will feel a lot better,” he said, making calming gestures and speaking very slow. “There is no need to look for your purse, it will come back to you!”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne halted quickly, finding him blocking the door. She took several steps backwards! This man wasn’t anything like a doctor, he sounded more like those creepy stalker guys on scary movies, or the mad serial killer doctors on crime shows! She might have been over exaggerating just a little being sick and scared… but he said her purse would come back to her? He was bonkers! It’s not like they moved by themselves!

She pointed a finger at him, easing herself as far away from him as she could. “You- You’re a crazy person! Doctors don’t threaten patients or… or attack them! So just… stay over there.” There had to be another door in this room somewhere! Peter had said something about secret passages!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:05 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit sighed. Just as he had thought, the patient was starting to show signs of delirium, perhaps from fever!

“You must be shivering. Why don’t you go back to bed? I am sure your purse would be pleased. Then you can take your medicine and rest!”

Dr. Fahrenheit moved to the door and opened it a little, always facing Cheyanne. “I will need some hands here!” He announced before closing the door again.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Are you [i]insane[/i]? A purse isn’t alive!” He was a lunatic and he was a doctor?! Did he do this to Mr. Daupre too or did he manage to drug people up with his potions so they wouldn’t fight him? There was no where to run away to, and crawling out a window would just be ludicrous.

Maybe if she reasoned with him. “I would be happy to get back in bed if you’d [i]go away[/i] and leave me alone. I will take [i]my[/i] medicine, not any or your potions.” He wasn’t moving from the door and he was going to get them to grab her and tie her up, and do horrible things to her!

“MARIE!” she shouted! “MR. DAUPRE!!” Cheyanne needed a weapon to protect herself from the crazy doctor, but the he might call HER crazy and have her taken away to an insane asylum and put in a straight or worse!! “…MR. DAUPRE!!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:39 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Things were not boding well, and Little Peter was starting to worry. When Cheyanne began screaming, even Marie worried a bit, but Mrs. Keane said she had indeed guessed the woman was crazy. What was so difficult, taking a simple medicine for her cold?, Mrs. Keane argued. She also said, Cheyanne had been wandering the halls naked! The woman obviously wasn’t all that alright in the head.

Peter made a discrete dash for the staff stairs and went finding the Master! Surely he’d have a way to help miss Flower!
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“If you’ll just [i]listen[/i] and stay over there, I’m really very reasonable…! MR. DAUPRE! MARIE!” He was just looking at her like she was a nut case! The same way all of them looked at her, it was really frustrating…! Why couldn’t any of these crazy people just listen to her! That wasn’t fair, Peter listened to her… but Peter was a little kid and no one ever cared about what little kids had to say.

Cheyanne sat down in a chair on the far side of the room. She was feeling dizzy again, and all that screaming wasn’t helping. “If I drink it, will you leave me alone? And not touch me or take me away or put leeches on me…?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was extremely worried at all the screaming in the bedroom. She was waiting outside with Mrs. Keane. Two of the tailor apprentices came to help holding down the patient when Dr. Fahrenheit yelled out for help, but Marie begged them to wait.

“She only has a cold and she’s scared! Please wait before going in!”[/dashed]

[dash]Mrs. Keane was more than eager to believe Cheyanne was insane, so she only arched an eyebrow in a disapproving fashion.

“Dr. Fahrenheit knows what he does,” Mrs. Keane argued. “Miss Fowler has behaved strangely all this time, ever since the Master plucked her out of the streets! We don’t know where she came from, or if she’s some kind of runaway. It’d be best to let the good doctor calm her down.”

One of the men folded his arms.

“The owl brought her back, though. I am sure there is something there you are missing, Mrs. Keane. Besides, the Master took her in because of that something you are missing.”

“What exactly do you mean, Mr. Farrell?” Mrs. Keane had raised her eyebrows and she seemed ready to bite (but in a very distinguished manner).[/dash]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Right then Peter appeared with the Master. Peter was dragging Alphonse by the sleeve, his other hand clutching his spitfire cap making it obvious he had begged the Master to go with him.
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was still somewhat dizzy, with a stuffy nose and appearing exhausted in general, but one stern glare managed to reduce Mrs. Keane to silence.

“Mrs. Keane, when you do believe I am in the wrong it would be quite more helpful if you would let me know instead of speaking your mind to all the staff before coming to me.” He shook his sleeve free from Peter’s grip and used a handkerchief to rub his nose a little.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

It was the Master! Marie clasped her hands.

“Master Daupre, Miss Fowler is very scared and she doesn’t want to take her medicines! Dr. Farenheit wants her restrained but she’s just scared… Please help!”

Just then, a voice inside the room screamed, desperately calling for Marie and Mr. Daupre. Marie gasped.
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse felt like rolling his eyes, but he didn’t. It had to be the leeches, he thought. After all, he himself had been just threatened with bloodletting for being uncooperative. Why couldn’t she just take the medicines? Strange owl kidnapper woman.

Gloomier than ever as his own cold made small things in life much more miserable than they were on their own, Alphonse removed the apprentices from the door and slid inside. Peter had told him about the purse and Alphonse luckily had it in the bundle of things Marie had delivered to his room; Alphonse had asumed this was part of the deal because it was well, accesorial to Cheyanne’s outfit. Upon Peter’s words, Alphonse had checked the bag, but he cleverly took out everything the doctor would confiscate and hid it elsewhere before bringing the bag to the second floor with Peter.

After all, he knows how Dr. Fahrenheit can get. Alphonse casted a stern look at both the doctor and Miss Fowler.

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:22 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

When Mr. Daupre entered the room and with her purse too Cheyanne stood up intending to move over to him. …but he was still next to that crazy doctor. Cheyanne sat back down. In fact he looked completely unamused, and she suspected he might very well let the insane doctor do evil things to her!

She slowly pointed at finger at the doctor. “He’s a stranger and he doesn’t act like a doctor at all. He doesn’t listen and he threatened me and said he’d tie me up and stick me with leeches. He’s really really frightening, and I [i]said[/i] I’d go to bed and take medicine if he’d just go away.” Cheyanne was trying her best to remain calm, but it was pretty clear she was upset, scared, and probably ready to start crying again.

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:50 PM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit just shook his head.

“She is a most difficult patient, but I must say she exhibits traits of mania and other disorders, even! She panicked when I told her she should drink this simple dose of laudanum so she could relax and sleep. Then she invoked some totem in the form of a purse… Is that purse hers? How interesting!”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“Doctor Fahrenheit,” began Alphonse, “please contemplate the possibility that she is not a crazy maniac. She is just confused and… nervous, perhaps. She is new to the city and the simplest things amaze and perplex her. She doesn’t know much about the ways of the city or the local ways. She says she will take the medication. Maybe that is all she needs?”

He said that with a perfectly straight face, but in the back of his mind he was… wickedly pleased she was the crazy maniac now, not him!

“Miss Fowler. I will give you your purse IF you drink your medicine and get back into bed. Then the good doctor will examine you and he will leave you to rest.”

Then he waited for the inevitable lash out of doctoral hurt pride.
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“Very well, if she cooperates… but I must check this “purse” she mentioned; just to make sure there is nothing there to harm herself.”[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

As expected. Alphonse gave a reassuring nod to Cheyanne (leaving it to her to accept and trust him or not, not like he expected her not to scream at him again) and handed over the purse to the doctor. Dr. Fahrenheit pulled out some things… that did not belong in the purse at all! A fine handkerchief, a box of salts, a pot of rouge for the lips, a used ticket for the local Museum, the wrapping paper of a piece of candy and tiny wooden frog!

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[dash] Dr. Fahrenheit turned the purse upside down after emptying the contents. He sniffed it, then replaced the items into it.

“Very well,” he said. “Is this frog the medicine, some sort of amulet? You should trust medications, child. Gone are the days when simple belief in pagan magic was all people used as protection against disease! This is the modern era of Medicine. Now take your remedy.”

He gave the glass to Alphonse.[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse went to the bed and handed over the glass of water mixed with laudanum.

“After you drink,” he said. “As you can see, your belongings are perfectly safe.”
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 9:47 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was being bullied and there was nothing she could do about it…! She had slipped back in to bed, against her better judgment. That doctor was dumping out her purse! But the things inside weren’t really hers. Wisely, she kept quiet, resisting the urge to call the doctor and clueless hack. An evil monstrosity. A creepy crazy man!

Mr. Daupre offered her the glass and she slowly took it. Looking at it for a few moments she drank it’s contents, making the slightest face at the taste and handed the glass back. It didn’t take long for the stuff to take effect. It wasn’t calming at all to know she just swallowed something that was now making her dreadfully tired and too floaty to run away if the doctor tried to torture her! But all Cheyanne could do was lean against the headboard, looking like a frightened mouse!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at the faces she was making. If he were not in such a gloomy mood, he would have thought she was going to be vivisected and flayed alive! He was very much offended by her fear of everything, as if his house were some sort of asylum where she was the only sane person.

But again… he didn’t know where she came from, but it was very obvious she wasn’t from New Amsterdam. Alphonse tried to reason himself into a sort of tolerance, but he remained offended despite all of his efforts.

The doctor had simply checked Cheyanne’s temperature and pulse, but by since it was racing, the doctor could not quite conclude much. He examined her eyes and her gums.

“She seems to have a cold, but there is no infections apparently. She will just need to rest, and if she starts roaming again just add two drops of opiate to this daily dosage…” He handed Alphonse a note on paper. “Give her oranges and plenty of rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Fahrenheit,” Alphonse said.

“Regarding you, Alphonse; you also need rest. If you have trouble sleeping, take half her dosage yourself. That will help you get some rest.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me; if when I come back to check on her you still have dark circles around your eyes, I will use bloodletting on you! I will send my bill later.”

The doctor eyed Alphonse and left. Alphonse sighed as the voices moved down the corridor. He eyed floaty Cheyanne and turned around to leave.
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:11 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne fought the effects of the medication for as long as the doctor was there. The wicked man, he even threatened Mr. Daupre! She was so lucky to live in a place where doctors weren’t so vicious. But then, she wasn’t [i]in[/i] that place anymore. Now she was here and everything she did was wrong or bizarre.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Daupre.” she said softly. “I don’t mean to be so much trouble. Everything is just so… different. It’s startling.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:24 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse turned to look at her. She looked wilted and floaty, but also sad. Alphonse let out a silent sigh.

“It’s alright. I understand… what it is like to be a foreigner in a new city. Just take your time and you will adjust. Now… sleep. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I will call Marie…” He brushed some hair strands away from his face, distractedly. “She will help you till your health is restored.”

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She gave him a weak smile. “Thank you, Mr. Daupre.” That doctor gone, and Mr. Daupre said he understood! It was a huge relief like a world had been lifted off her shoulders! Well… maybe it was more likely that potion. Cheyanne felt light and dazed. Had she not had covers over her, she wondered if she’d float off through the ceiling.

It was really hard to pull herself back to attention! “Will I get to work soon…?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:38 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was about to step towards the door when she spoke again. He stopped out of politeness but her question caught him off-base. Work? He had no idea what to put her to work on. After all she had curtly rejected working as a model – upon remembering it he discovered that lack of trust in his professionalism still annoyed him.

“I will see when you are back to health… Right now it’s futile to make plans,” he evasively replied. “Just make sure you get plenty of rest.”

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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 6:14 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Alright…” Cheyanne was sick and dreamy, but it was painfully obvious Mr. Daupre was furious with her. Had she not been cried out, she might have sniffled again. Slowly she slid down under the covers and curled up with her pillow. Clearly, she was the crazy person here. Like a little old senile lady, Cheyanne would be pat on the head and given medicines, nodded and smiled at. Only she wasn’t old and crazy, she was just lost and no one believed her.

It was was dreary thoughts that Cheyanne finally fell asleep!

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt2)

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Title: A New World (pt2)
Number: 92
Date: Jun 25, 2008 at 11:48 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 25, 2008 at 11:48 PM

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[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

Morning came all too soon, but Cheyanne didn’t care. She was curled up warm and snuggled under a thick layer of covers, wrapped around a pillow. She was [i]so tired[/i]! It must have been all that excitement from yesterday, with the train going hay-wire and ended up in an unfamiliar side of town, and getting home, and-

Wait, she didn’t go home. Cheyanne blinked open one eye to look around. This wasn’t home at all! That’s right she was at a fashion designers home. Mr. Daupre? He was a kooky man with a snowy white owl and very fussing staff. Cheyanne buried her face in her pillow. It wasn’t just an unfamiliar part of town, but an entirely different [i]world[/i] all together. At the moment she wasn’t feeling as brave and adventurous as she was last night. Maybe if she stayed in bed the world would go back to normal…
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Azul Morag – Jun 27, 2008 at 5:44 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie got up at the usual hour (before dawn!) but seeing their new guest was fast asleep and faintly snoring, she decided to let her sleep. After all, Cheyanne seemed to be going through a most disconcerting time of her life. Marie fixed her bed, got changed and left the room for her daily chores.[/dashed]

[dash]Mrs. Keane didn’t share Marie’s views. She had decided on her own accord that Cheyanne was showing all the signs of a lazy peasant girl just out of the streets. Mrs. Keane had also decided that Cheyanne needed to drop some weight and grow some hair on her head, for which she prepared a special shampoo in order to make Cheyanne as hairy as possible! Well, at least a fuller head of hair wouldn’t do her any wrong.

Mrs. Keane also prepared some spare clothes for Cheyenne, considering she ought to have more than one dress (and more than one set of underwear), which she could pay little by little… Maybe not with her whole life, but reasonably! She knocked on the ladies’ bedroom door.

“Good MORNING!”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 10:11 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Oh god, I’m late for work..!” Cheyanne sat up quickly, having had fallen asleep again only to be awoken by the sudden banging on her door. Oh yeah. Not at home. Well, she wasn’t going to show up for work today. She wondered how long it would take before someone noticed her gone?

Mrs. Keane was giving her a wicked look. That same look her mother would always give her and her sister, especially when they were teenagers. Cheyanne tossed off the covers and hopped out of bed. “I’m up, I’m up! And I [i]am[/i] ready to work.” She didn’t want to be known as that lazy stupid girl Mr. Daupre picked up, and if that meant running around in circles while she figured out how to do things all over again… well… she was going to do it! The only alternative was… not very pleasant!

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Azul Morag – Jun 28, 2008 at 1:44 AM

[dash]Mrs. Keane handed over the bundle of clothes, neatly wrapped in a sheet.

“Good Morning, Miss Fowler,” she said with a dignified air. “It is already late, and you must make your own bed when you wake up every morning. You shall make yourself presentable and since you need some training to be a model, you will also have to help around here till Mr. Daupre decides your specific work. Since you seem lost, I have some suggestions for you, starting with a lighter diet and some special growth shampoo for your hair and…”

The woman went on and on. She was like one of those dolls that talk when you pull a cord hard enough; this was a lady full of ‘suggestions!'[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 1:47 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Y..yes ma’am!” Cheyanne said, getting herself moving quickly to make up her bed. She fluffed her pillow, tucked the sheet corners and smoothed out the coverlet so not a wrinkle could be seen. Cheyanne listened dutifully while Mrs. Keane spouted off her suggestions, rules, and regulations. Most of which sounded almost evil to Cheyanne, but she wisely kept her comments and opinions to herself. Mrs. Keane didn’t seem like the sort of woman that liked to be talked back to or corrected, and Cheyanne really didn’t want to get smacked with a wooden spoon either.

Getting bathed and dress was also a bit of a fiasco. A bath was easy enough and the special shampoo Mrs. Keane practically forced on her didn’t smell to horrible. Though she hoped it wasn’t filled with black magic or was going to make her hair [i]fall out[/i] instead. Getting dressed involved more elaborate underwear and more corset tying. Cheyanne wasn’t sure how the women here found time to so anything else when they had to get tied up every morning!

Once dressed Cheyanne was afraid to ask what else Mrs. Keane had in mind for her. She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels. “Now what will you have me do, Mrs. Keane…” she asked warily.
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Azul Morag – Jun 30, 2008 at 4:15 PM

[dash]Mrs. Keane’s eyebrow shot up. She fixed Cheyanne’s dress a little and made her don an apron.

“Mr. Daupre has not come down yet, so you will come to the kitchen for your breakfast and you will help washing the dishes. I dare not let you set foot in the sewing rooms till Mr. Daupre allows it…” She affectedly fanned herself, as if the mere thought of Alphonse’s divine wrath were too much to bear. “The rest of the staff has already arrived, but you woke up so late. I will let Marie introduce you. Meanwhile, you will be at the kitchen. There’s not much to do there, really.”

So Cheyanne was led to the kitchen, which had a low vaulted ceiling with smooth patches of soot and clean, pretty walls with complex mosaics. In fact, yet the colors seemed perfectly coordinated, the mosaic designs were different here and there, making the room look like the sample walls of a tile factory. There was a huge stove and chimneys, brick ovens and a large sink with piled up dishes. Stools were neatly lined along a long working table in the middle of the space, with covered baskets. Cupboards and stoking closets with glass doors and dark woods were not lacking. There were five steps down to a back door, probably to some patio. The glass windows were closed and the outside shutters were still drawn, leaving the kitchen dark. A mew informed about the presence of a housecat somewhere. Ms. Keane gave Cheyanne a cleaning rag.

“Don’t feed the cat,” she warned before leaving.[/dash]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

When Mrs. Keane closed the kitchen door, Little Peter appeared behind it, holding a large tabby which was holding a mouse. The mouse looked quite dead. Little Peter walked up to Cheyanne entirely as if he had not been at risk of being splatted to death a second earlier.

“Hi Miss Flower,” he greeted. “This is Lady Keen. She’s in charge of the kitchen.”

He carefully put the cat down. Lady Keen casted Cheyanne a head to toes look and seemed to gravely ponder a bit before dropping the mouse at her feet.

“She likes you,” Peter informed with a delighted smile![/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 8:04 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took a huge step back from the dead mouse! “Ack..! Um, I’m… glad? Thank you, Lady Keen for the gift. But I’m not really in the mood for mouse today.” Mrs. Keane said she needed to lose weight now Lady Keen the lady apparently thought she needed to eat more! She wished they’d make up their minds!

She pointed over her shoulder at the mound of dishes. “I have a lot of work to do, or I’m pretty sure Mrs. Keane will come in here to clobber me with something and call me a lazy girl. I think I’m already on her bad list for waking up so late.” Cheyanne sighed as she moved over to the dirty dishes to start scrubbing. Casting look over her shoulder she grimaced at the dead mouse. “Maybe Mr. Daupre’s owl would like the mouse.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 30, 2008 at 9:12 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter chuckled.

“I had never met a lady that talks like you do,” he said with a grin. “Where are you from?” He picked up the mouse and pocketed it. “I will find some cord and make lady Keen a toy later. The Master doesn’t really like his owl to eat mice. He says they give Alba bad breath… Actually, I never knew birds have any breath – well, I guess they do because they breathe! But the Master said mice breath is not very nice to breathe.”

Little Peter climbed on a chair and looked into one of the covered baskets, picking up a piece of bread which he nibbled on, and shared with Lady Keen. Lady Keen seemed to eat bread with the same daintiness she’d eat meat. Peter walked up to Cheyanne and patted her skirts.

“You shouldn’t worry; Mrs. Keane doesn’t really clobber people… She’s rather nice, but a bit hysterical.” He eyed her. “You didn’t hear me say that!” He chuckled again and ate more bread, patting the bulk of the mouse in his pocket looking pleased.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 9:51 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I guess dead mouse would give anyone bad breath.” Blech! He just stuck it in his pocket! Little boys were gross in every universe, it seemed! Cheyanne put a load of the dishes in to some hot soapy water to soak, and started on her washing. She was really glad she decided against that expensive manicure last week, for all of this scrubbing would have made a waste of hard earned money. How did they get so many piled up dishes in just one morning? Did Mrs. Keane cook for an army?

Cheyanne glanced over at Peter who was thieving a snack of bread. Was she supposed to guard the kitchen from hungry boys too? Well, Mrs. Keane only said not to feed the cat, and she sure wasn’t feeding it, even if Peter was sneaking it bread crumbs. “What about Mr. Daupre? She and Marie act like he’s going to go on a wild tangent and bring down the roof with his shouting if he gets mad. Is he really temperamental?”

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Azul Morag – Jun 30, 2008 at 10:01 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter laughed. He seemed to find the idea of the roof coming down incredibly funny. Lady Keen came too and rubbed against his legs, then tried to find Cheyanne’s legs but desisted and simply rubbed against her skirts. She pawed at Peter’s pocket. Peter kept her at bay and patted her while answering to Cheyanne.

“The Master is very nice, when he’s not stressed. He knows strange stories and he likes to train his owl, and draw stuff. He knows an awful lot of useful things. He doesn’t usually yell, he has to be very mad or super annoyed to yell. I doubt he could bring down the roof, though. Besides, one time he got into an argument with a drunk driver on the street and he was so mad Alba worried, escaped from the house and attacked the driver. That was very exciting.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 1, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne tried to imagine Mr. Daupre getting in to a fight with a driver. But it was a taxi cab driver from her own New York, and Mr. Daupre in his fancy clothes… and throwing in a flying attack owl, the whole scene just became far too ridiculous. She laughed out loud as she scrubbed down one of the pots.

“I didn’t know owls could be so protective of adoptive owners, but I bet she’s pretty impressive when she gets mad at someone.” She supposed that was why Mrs. Keane and Marie were so startled by her flying around loose. A mad angry owl was probably pretty dangerous with those claws and beak.

“I wonder if Mr. Daupre is too uptight for his own good. Not that I have any room to judge. I suppose people call me all wound up. Well, at least when at work. …not that I really went out for fun all that often. Most of the time I would spend weekends with my sister and her family.” Cheyanne was rambling again, but it wasn’t so bad! Talking to a little boy with a rat in his pocket was a pleasant way to be entertained while scrubbing dishes!

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Azul Morag – Jul 2, 2008 at 1:38 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter laughed. “Yes, Alba looks twice her size when she’s mad and she weighs enough to knock a man off his feet if she wants. I think she is aware that Mrs. Keane is afraid of her. Animals can sense that sort of thing.”

“Mr. Daupre is… I don’t know. He can be all snobbish and flippant when he wants. Marie says rich people don’t believe someone is an artist if they don’t have a difficult temper, but I doubt the Master is really that way. He can be very nice, actually.”

Peter examined Lady Keen’s teeth and got a mild and dignified swat. “Family sounds nice… I wish I had brothers and sisters. I have a father; he’s in Debtor’s Prison. I was going to be sold off when the officials confiscated our house, but I told them I had a job at Mr. Daupre’s and he didn’t deny it. So Lady Keen and I got a job here… Actually, he’s never said I have a job… but I am the messenger and I help around when needed, and Lady Keen keeps the kitchen free of mice. Mr. Daupre said a messanger from his Maison cannot hang around poorly dressed, so I get clothes and a place to sleep, and Lady Keen sleeps here.” He kept on stroking Lady Keen’s back. “I want to stay here.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 2, 2008 at 5:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Mr. Daupre must like to rescue people.” she said thoughtfully. Adopting a little boy and picking up a strange woman off the street, Cheyanne wouldn’t be surprised if some of his other employees had similar stories. It was comforting to know that Mr. Daupre at least had honorable intentions, even if he was strange and stubborn as a mule!

Cheyanne had run through a good bit of the dishes, but there was still so many more! Undaunted by the dirty stack, she kept on scrubbing. At least it was better than answering the phones at Mann and having her boss staring at her all day!

“Does Mr. Daupre have a lot of models for his fashions? Does he have fashion shows or take pictures for magazines? Everything here is a little different than where I’m from, though a lot of things are similar too… I’m just not sure which is which.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 2, 2008 at 9:52 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“I guess he does.”

Little Peter was somewhat surprised. “I am just a kid,” he said, patting Lady Keen. “I don’t know… aaaall that goes on in the Maison Couture.” He pronounced the name very carefully with neat French accent. “I am learning French, but for now I speak Dutch of course, and English. But anyway… I know there are fashion shows because I have seen the preparations, but I’ve never been to one. Mr. Daupre doesn’t have models as regular staff, but he hires models sometimes, for photos. Sometimes he just asks ladies he knows, and they pose with his designs… because he doesn’t pay them. I think they do it for fun and to be in magazines… High class ladies. Some are pretty ancient. I let one of them pose with Lady Keen because she was nice. We got a coin and I got Lady Keen a new blanket.”

“Marie knows where the magazines are. She likes to see the photos. The Master usually doesn’t appear in photos. Actually, I have not seen photos of the Master… but there’s this big poster an artist friend made of him and Alba. It’s in the big hall.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 3, 2008 at 2:41 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“He doesn’t pay them..?” She said at first, pausing in the middle of her scrubbing. Was she going to be adopted like Peter and his cat? Well, that was all well and good for him – he wanted to stay! But Cheyanne needed to get back home… somehow. She was fairly sure she was going to need money to do it.

Or what if she could never get back home? She could trapped in this weird dream forever! It might be her new life! Oh, what if she had been here all along and only lost her memory and all she could remember was a dream of another life!

Maybe that was far fetched. Cheyanne realized she was staring off in to space, and quickly returned to cleaning. “I guess I’ll ask Marie about them later.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 3, 2008 at 5:44 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter chuckled.

“I didn’t mean that. He pays the models he hires; but he also sometimes uses models that are…” Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Just rich ladies! They like to appear in magazines wearing expensive things to boast to her friends. He doesn’t pay the rich ladies. The rich ladies buy the clothes and things, most of the time.”

“I wonder if the Master is still alive.” He looked quite concerned about it. “It’s very late and he hasn’t come out of his apartment. Nelson says, if you die alone and nobody finds you, your pets eat you.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 4, 2008 at 5:14 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“He’s probably getting real sleep for the first time in ages. I gave him the night time medicine.” She wondered if he’d be angry about that? On the plus side, he’d feel a lot better with medication and a good night’s sleep maybe he wouldn’t be so cranky.

Cheyanne rinsed off the last of the dishes, setting them aside to dry. She rest her hands on her hips admiring a job well done. Not too bad at all for a girl that’s been using paper plates and eating take out for the past year and a half!

“I wonder if I have to clean the whole kitchen.” she muttered to herself.

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Azul Morag – Jul 4, 2008 at 7:37 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter blinked slowly.

“You may be right… He hasn’t been sleeping lately, but that also means he’s working on something important. Maybe we should wake him up! Besides, Alba must be hungry.”

“If you clean aaall the kitchen…” There was a raised eyebrow, which made Peter look curiously older, like a tiny old man. “You’d better keep Lady Keen here. If any mice come out, she’ll catch them for you. Lady Keen is a very good mouser. She also hunts rats and pigeons, and random things. Actually, the kitchen must be free of mice. This one got in when Marie opened the patio door this morning.” He pulled out the very dead mouse to demonstrate. “See, it’s a brown field mouse, and it’s kinda thin. House mice tend to be fat and squeaky, even after they are dead.”

Lady Keen blinked her big green eyes at Cheyanne, then devoted her time to meticulously clean herself. Peter dangled the dead mouse by the tail in front of his cat and she pawed politely before going back to preening herself.

“Aw, she’s bored of this one. I guess I’ll have to toss it.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 5, 2008 at 9:55 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Ew..” Cheyanne said aloud, making a face to match. She really didn’t want to see Lady Keen chase and kill mice all over the kitchen, and she wasn’t so sure she’d be as comfortable with big fat live ones as the tiny little dead ones!

“I think you’re right. Someone should check on Mr. Daupre.” And it really shouldn’t be her! maybe if she asked Mrs. Keane or Marie to. But then, Mrs. Keane would probably glare at her and give her some more lecturing. And Mr. Daupre was a grown man and should be able to take care of himself.

Apparently she caught herself thinking visibly, as her hands were resting on her hips as she stared up at the ceiling, tilting her head to one side from the next as she considered the good ideas and the bad ideas. Blowing her hair from her face she made up her mind. “Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt to see how he is this morning and say hello. I can just come back down here afterwards.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 12:31 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter grinned. “Maybe Alba would like the mouse.”

He seemed content with the idea that the mouse would not be wasted. He pocketed the mouse again. Little Peter petted his cat again; it was very obvious he was quite attached to Lady Keen. Lady Keen on her part, treated him with queen-like deference. She rubbed against his legs before walking away, apparently to patrol the kitchen. She didn’t give Cheyanne a second look.

Little Peter washed his hands and fetched a basket, where he gathered some bread and cheese. He almost magically produced a pot of honey from a cupboard that seemed to only hold napkins and tablecloths.

“I think he has glasses upstairs.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 12:40 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Owls do like mice.” she said, watching with curiosity as he rummaged around the kitchen, seeming to build up a picnic basket. She scratched her head, wondering if it were such a good idea to sneak snacks upstairs. If he had glasses upstairs, what were they supposed to drink? And in the morning too? Did Mr. Daupre keep booze up there to calm hysterics?

Blinking at her own thoughts Cheyanne snooped until she found a pitcher of orange juice and a tray. If they were going to wake up Mr. Daupre and bring him snacks, they might as well do it right. Orange juice would do him good, some bread to go with that cheese, and some fruit. Of course, if Mrs. Keane caught them she might have to blame Peter and hide in a closet!

“Okay, this should do for a good morning for Mr. Daupre. Let’s get going before we get caught.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 1:20 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter grinned. “We’ll use the service stairs!”

He led Cheyanne through a whole second set of stairs and corridors connecting the kitchen and service quarters to the whole of the building. This was how servants manage to appear and disappear without bumping into guests with trays and dirty laundry! However it was also apparent that the Maison was not as strictly segregated as it might have been before. Some of the corridors were open and even decorated, taking more of the appearance of “staff areas” and “clients areas” rather than service and family. Finally they reached the last winding stair that led to the attic under the mansard, which had been converted into a private apartment for Alphonse. There was a small hall and the apartment door.

The door was unlocked. Little Peter peeked in before beckoning Cheyanne to come in after him.

“Close the door; Alba could fly out even if it’s only a bit open!” He whispered.[/dashed]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba indeed was perched in the decorative poles beneath the ceiling, as before. The bedroom door was open. Alba casted Cheyanne and Peter a stern look over a feathery shoulder. It was both chastising and reproachful. Alba flew down and onto a chair’s backrest, where she perched silent as a shadow.

The bedroom itself was dark. The curtains there were still drawn, surely. It was somewhat odd, because the curtains of the large room that served as hall, living and dining were open wide.

Alba shook herself and eyed them a bit, then gave a short shriek. Peter was sneaking into the bedroom and she didn’t seem to approve![/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“Is he alive?” Peter asked. Alphonse had very obviously tried to get out of bed. Maybe in fact he did and came back, because a lamp was dying a slow death on the nightstand, he was semi-buried under a large sketch book and a number of crayons were laying around. He was still in his nightshirt, and now a sort of long house pants, too. He seemed to be either dead or asleep![/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 7:52 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Peter, don’t poke him…!” Cheyanne had closed the door behind her, it making a soft [i]click[/i] sound, that she was sure would wake Mr. Daupre if her were a light sleeper. Unfortunately, it seemed Peter was a bigger worry! Cheyanne brought the tray over to a table to set it down, casting Alba an apologetic look as she scampered after Peter.

“Shh.. don’t wake him up.” she whispered softly as she slipped in to the room after Peter. For crying out loud, he had his work stuffed scattered all over the place. Quiet as a mouse, Cheyanne plucked up the crayons and pencils quickly, being as careful as possible not to touch or awaken Mr. Daupre. Setting the crayons aside on the table, she gently picked up his sketch book. She should had set it aside too, but she couldn’t help but curiously glance at a few of the pages!

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 1:39 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter put his hands behind his back and opened his eyes wide as Cheyanne tidied up and picked up the Master’s sketchbook.

“TheMasterdoesn’tlikepeoplepeekinginhisketchbooks,” he muttered in a single breath. He scurried over and tried to peek too, standing on his toes next to Cheyanne. “Hm…”

It was a number of sketches for wedding dresses: the bride, the maids, the mother, the groom and every single staff down to the ring bearer and the flower girls. There were many of them, some very detailed, some just sketches. The bride alone had five versions and a Renaissance style one with a veil sketched to the side, including the detail for the different laces in the dress – and the shoes, flat and embroidered. In the opposite page, there was a ring bearer with a huge page hat and a large tabby cat with a bonnet. Peter narrowed his eyes.

“I hope that is not Lady Keen,” he said, sulkily.[/dashed]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse faintly scoffed in his sleep… but the click and the later rustling sounds had already shook him out of his deeper sleep into a lighter one. He tried to turn on his side, but somehow realized the weight of the sketchbook on him was gone. His eyes shot open in alarm and he found himself still in bed with Cheyanne and Peter standing there at his bedside like deer in headlights. Alphonse, still dizzy and shocked, opened his mouth to speak, but Peter leapt into action. He pulled out the mouse and showed it to the Master.

“Lady Keen got this for Alba!,” Little Peter said. Alphonse blinked again and refused the mouse with a grimace of disgust, picked up his eyeglasses which were hanging round his neck, then casted the dead rodent a most disapproving glance through one of the lenses as if it were a monocle.

“How disgusting,” Alphonse said. “Tell Lady Keen her gift is most appreciated, but toss that cadaver out the window. Alba can’t go around eating mice.”

Alphonse then shifted his glance of repulsed dignity to Cheyanne. He blinked again and his wrinkled nose recovered its normal straight appearance.

“Hey, that’s private,” he said in a less lordly and more indignant and startled manner. “Give it back!”[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter sighed. Cheyanne could have escaped, but she didn’t, did she? He pocketed the mouse again.

“Miss Flower came with me in case you were dead, because little children shouldn’t see dead bodies alone,” he said. “We got you some food, too.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 8:01 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She had thought about escaping but there would have been no time to run out the door without being seen. Then it would have been way more awkward trying to explain why she was sneaking around (when she wasn’t!) and why she was guilty enough to run away.

Cheyanne handed Mr. Daupre his sketch book, looking a strange cross between guilty and indignant. “I wasn’t trying to spy at it. You were sleeping with it and that might get the pages all bent and wrinkled.”

She backed away from the bed, pointing a finger over at the tray she had set down on a table. “We brought you some orange juice and snacks. Mrs. Keane or Marie probably already brought you breakfast, but you can never get enough vitamin C and food is always the best way to keep strength up when you’re sick, or stressed, or working late.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 8:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse graciously accepted his sketchbook back (yet in a snatchy manner) and eyed Cheyanne as she spoke. Vitamin C? What could she mean and what was that?

“What is Vitamin C?” Alphonse asked with dignified… confusion. “Is that some sort of food?”

“Lady Keen approves of her,” Peter informed. Alphonse unconsciously ran his fingers through his unkempt hair to move it away from his face, yet it was soft enough to fall into place without a problem by just using his fingers.

“She also sent a mouse upstairs and let you go with a woman you just met to see a dead body,” Alphonse muttered. He closed the sketchbook and glanced around for his crayons. Cheyanne was still there. That was awkward for some reason; it was almost as if she were made of mist and he somehow expected her to dissolve in the cool morning air. “I guess I would have to thank you for rescuing my sketches from myself,” Alphonse said to Cheyanne, slowly. “It’s a very important commission. I don’ have time to be sick.”

Alphonse let his eyeglasses drop around his neck again and pulled his legs out of bed. He gave a stern pat on Peter’s head.

“You should be gone to Mr. Hutton’s, I am sure.”

“He’s sick,” Peter quickly said. “I have homework, though.”

“Then go and get your homework done…” Alphonse pulled a number of things from under his bed, including house slippers, socks, a hat, a large laces catalog book with pieces of lace and ribbon showing here and there from its borders, an empty bottle that seemed to have contained liquor and a pile of three fashion magazines. He pulled the catalog and magazines on the bed and fussed to get the slippers on his bare feet. He had pretty feet, but as Peter would say, they looked like the feet of religious images.

“Oh my God, I hired you didn’t I?” Alphonse blinked at Cheyanne as the sight of the magazines reminded him of random pieces of yesterday. “What’s the name of the magazine you did work for, again?” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 8:48 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s a vitamin… um. Nutrients? Good for your health and immune system, fighting sickness…” …he really had no idea. Cheyanne sighed as she crossed her arms. If she did have to stay here for a long time, it was likely she’d die from lack of modern medicines! …What if she caught a cold too?! That could mean her death!

Cheyanne took a quick step backward again, bumping in to a dresser behind her. “Mann Magazine. I was a [i]secretary[/i], though. Not a model. It was a men’s magazine, anyway. Articles about men’s health, sports, fashion, and dating. I didn’t really want to stay there long, I was aiming for a job at the American offices of L’haute Couture Seven.”

She paused for a moment. “…You did hire me, but I think you were too sick to realize what you were saying. So it’s alright if you’ve changed your mind. Mrs. Keane will probably have me doing more dish washing and cleaning, so I’ll just do what she says until I find out where the world went.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 9:02 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked. “Articles about Dating? In a magazine for gentlemen?” He looked throughly amazed.

“I do suppose I have not paid enough attention to new publications, nowadays…” He was perplexed. He automatically assumed Mann Magazine was something new, because it seemed unheard of in more than one way. He watched Cheyanne as she spoke.

“L’Haute Couture Seven… I think I know which one you mean. If you do wish to continue there, you are free to go, of course. However,” a glint that could be a mix of hurt professional pride and hurt pride in general, “I did hire you for a reason. I was s… I was rather ill last night, I can admit that. However, I am quite well positioned in my trade, miss Fowler – if I did say you can be a model, there is no reason to retort. I am right and that is it. You do need some polishing, but that is not impossible to do.”

“Why were you dishwashing?” Alphonse arched an eyebrow. “You need to take some care of your hands!”

“Hands look too small in photographs to notice,” Peter chimed in. Alphonse frowned at the boy’s unexpected and kind of right observation, but he wasn’t deterred.

“If you insist on dishwashing, you will have to use some creams for your hands but that’s your decision… if you stay. I must point out, secretaries earn less than models, and many secretaries dream of being models. I have yet to hear of a secretary who has attained that.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 9:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“You know L’Haute Couture Seven?” Cheyanne blinked in surprise and confusion! Wait… she couldn’t think about that now, she’d give herself a headache all over again! Maybe an alternate dimension where everything was similar but still different. L’Haute Couture was so popular, it could exist across universes! It’s why she wanted to work there!

“Mrs. Keane wanted me to do chores and I didn’t want her to think I was lazy.” she replied honestly. “I don’t mind having to clean and such… And pardon me for disagreeing, but I really don’t think I am much of model material. Not that I didn’t daydream about being one, I mean all little girls think about that, but I’m not extraordinary, or have any of that ‘it’ stuff that makes me stand out. Maybe I would just be better off as [i]your[/i] secretary? I can type, print clearly, organize, run errands, and talk sweet to people even when they’re screaming at me over the phone…”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 9:48 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse eyed her. Peter looked like if he opened his eyes another millimeter they’d pop clean out of his skull. Alphonse folded his arms.

“You may disagree, but that still does not change the fact that I am right. If you do not wish to be a model that’s an entirely different question; however you do have the “it” to be a model because I see it and I am yet to go insane. I find your lack of trust offensive and most disrespectful. Do you have any idea of who I am?”

Alphonse finally spotted his crayons on the nightstand and stuffed them in a pocket of his strangely oversized nightshirt (yet perfectly normal for a 19th Century nightshirt) and eyed her again.

“Of course I know L’Haute Couture Seven. It was founded by a clique of designers in the early days of the revolution in decorative and fashion arts by seven budding artists, who became authorities in their fields. My former Master, Armand LeGant (may his soul find rest!) was one of them. Of the former Seven only three live on, but the Magazine was sold to a large company and remains avant-gard. Sometimes too much.”

“You can print? Does that mean you have worked at a printhouse?” Alphonse was somewhat surprised. “We do have a phone, but most clients still prefer to send in their messenger boys. One never knows who else is listening on those things. Sometimes you pick up the auricular and hear voices. I do have a secretary and his name is Nelson. He may need some help, but I’ve not been told about it. Besides..” he bit his lip, sulkily. “I don’t have in-house hired models. Maybe I really am sick.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 10:29 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked at him, a little shocked by his offense and once again confused about the time. Well, that didn’t sound like the exact same L’Haute Couture, but it was sort of similar. Proof of a theory at least. For the moment she was more concerned with Mr. Daupre!

Dropping her arms to rest them on her hips, she was still looking dubious. “As a matter of fact I [i]don’t[/i] know who you are, and I am currently running on the good faith of your staff that you aren’t a crazy maniac. But if you think I could be a model, then I’ll do the best I can. Especially if the pay is better and if it’s a good job. I’ll need all the money I can save.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 10:51 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was dumbfounded. No, saying dumbfounded was in fact an understatement. He just stood there in shock. It was his turn to be the deer in headlights. His dark gray eyes took a lighter hue and he paled a little.

In all of his professional career, no one ever had the gall to say something like that before! Alphonse was a genius, his name one of the first trademarks; in the world of fashion when he says jump his clients and admirers only ask how high! This was outrageous. And to add insult to injury, she declared she suspected him a crazy maniac!

It took Alphonse almost a full minute to react. In the room, it could have been heard the fall of a pin. Little Peter just pulled his hat over his eyes and ears and pretended he had disappeared.

Finally, Alphonse gasped (mainly to reactivate his throat!).

[I][B]”WHAT?[/B][/I] You… you rude and ill-mannered creature! I plucked you into safety from a night half-naked in the streets of New Amsterdam and I offered you a JOB, and this is how you correspond? You call me a crazy maniac and doubt my professional geniality! Well, I DOUBT you ever glimpsed the interior of a fashion house if you claim you never head of…” He somehow switched to French and back to English to say, “Well, you need not do ME a favor by ever considering to take a place in my staff, since this place obviously does not meet your standards![I] Feel free to leave!”[/I][/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 11:18 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

He might as well of pulled out a gun and shot her! She even placed a hand at her chest, and the look of shock across her face said as much! How could he say those sort of things to her, it was a huge world! There was bound to be people that had no idea who he was, and she was trying to do her best here under the circumstances!

“I.. but I…” she blinked. Dropping her hands to her sides as balled up fists, she stopped her foot on the ground. Enough was enough! “[i]Fine![/i] So what if someone doesn’t know who you are, it’s not the end of the world! I have a chance for a new life and a different world, I wouldn’t want to work for a conceited, pompous, workaholic crazyman anyway!”

Cheyanne was so angry, she couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing her cry! She brushed past Peter with her back ramrod straight and her head tilted, and stomped out the door! In fact, she didn’t stop outside of Mr. Daupre’s rooms, nor did she stop downstairs. If she was fired, she was [i]leaving[/i], so Cheyanne escorted herself right out of his house!

She walked back and forth twice outside the front door before she finally decided on a direction, and marched down the sidewalk too! She didn’t want the help of someone so.. so… awful! She’d just find help elsewhere!

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Azul Morag – Jul 6, 2008 at 11:34 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse just gave her his very fiercest glare. Some gall she had! It defied all human logic how did she just went on and on calling him an insane man with so many different words for it! Then she left – and she didn’t even apologize!

Alphonse hushed Peter out and slammed the bedroom door. He obviously wasn’t completely well yet as he got a dizzying headache after so much excitement, but he decided to ignore it… What he couldn’t ignore was the fact that he wasn’t in the mood to design wedding dresses!

He crossed the door from his bedroom to his adjacent private Studio and slammed open the windows to look down on the street.

“Don’t you ever come back!” He shouted after her – well, if she had left at all! But just then Alphonse noticed the sweeping white shadow speeding down the street. He looked again, startled. It was Alba! She had escaped, and before he could whistle to get her to return, he saw in astonishment how she landed on that horrible woman’s shoulder!

“I hope she scratches you!”[/dotted]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Since Cheyanne had not closed any doors in her wake, it was easy for Alba to follow her. That was rather mysterious, considering she was only an owl… right? Alba carefully perched her 11 pounds of birdiness on Cheyanne’s shoulder; maybe the shoulderpads helped somewhat with her talons, but the dress was going to suffer, definitely.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne refused to turn around and shout back at Mr. Daupre no matter how much he deserved it! But she was startled when Alba landed on her shoulder, afraid that she was going to peck and claw her for Mr. Daupre’s revenge! The weight of the owl on her shoulder had slowed Cheyanne down considerably, mostly so she wouldn’t jostle the bird and end up with claw holes in her shoulder for it. But still, she continued down the sidewalk, if even at a snails pace.

“I hope you’re not angry, but I didn’t do a damned thing to that man.” she said, doing well to hold back any sniffling, even if she did have to wipe away a few tears. She was still furious! “Just because I don’t know him… How incredibly snobby!”

Cheyanne turned around a corner, if at least to make sure to lose Mr. Daupre if he decided to storm after her and call her a pet-thief just to add insult to injury. Alba was obviously a very intelligent bird and would return to him when she was good and ready, and Cheyanne was in no mood to try and understand why she was currently perched on her shoulder. It was more important for her to find a police station, or a library, or considering the culture here, maybe a church or Salvation Army house!

Or better yet, she would just get on a train and [i]stay[/i] there until the blasted train stopped at the correct stop. Cheyanne finally stopped somewhere on an unfamiliar sidewalk, looking up and down the street. “Where is the train station, Alba?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:04 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba just tried to get a better hold of Cheyanne’s shoulder. After vigorously shaking her tail, she examined Cheyanne’s hair, making it clear she wasn’t going to show the way to a train station anytime soon. She made that strange cooing sound she’d make when nesting on a sleeping Alphonse and stayed right where she was![/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

A kiddie in a blue coat and a big hat soon catched up with her – it was Peter! He glared right back at the curious passerby and hovered around Cheyanne.

“Where are you going? Well… the Master is quite mad; why did you have to tell him all those things? He was offering you a good job – and you were going to be his first in-house model! I bet that means you would have been famous. He wants his owl back,” he then said, almost apologetically. “I told him I’d get her back, so the constabulary wouldn’t get after you…”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:11 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“He’s the one that went completely mad!” she retorted. Cheyanne tried urging Alba on to her hand so she could pass her over to Peter. “I accepted his offer, he just flipped out because I didn’t know him. How would I know him anyway, I’m not even from this world! And where does he get off calling me rude and ill-mannered when all he can think about is his worldwide reputation!”

“Alba, [i]please[/i]. I have to get home and so do you.” she murmured, still attempting to get the owl loose. “I don’t want to be doormat for another brute of a boss. …And I’m not trying to steal her, she’s being painfully difficult!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Indeed, she was! Alba refused to move, stepping easily over Cheyanne’s hand to stay in her shoulder. She gently pushed Cheyanne’s hand aside and when she insisted, Alba gave her a gentle peck in warning![/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter watched and couldn’t help but to snicker.

“I think she means you ought to go back and return her. I wouldn’t know what you really want to do, but Alba is the avatar of the Master’s household deity. If Alba decides to take you under her wing… to say it in a way, I do suppose you could still get a job with us. I don’t know what you mean with being from another world and things, but you better watch what you say. It’s really weird and people may think you are kinda crazy. I hope you are not a witch… but I guess if you were, Alba would have eaten you.” He nodded matter-of-factly.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I don’t want to be anywhere near that man.” and she meant it! But she gave up trying to move Alba, and simply crossed her arms. “I’ll find a train and just go home. If I can get here, I can get home. It shouldn’t be too complicated.”

Cheyanne supposed it was wiser to say she was from another country. That would make much more sense, and explain cultural differences. People might be less inclined to be evil then. Sighing, she turned around to walk back towards the Atelier. “I will escort Alba back, but I won’t step foot in to that house.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:34 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter, who was convinced he was witness to a miracle, only dug his hands into his pockets and grinned wide.

“Alright,” he said all smiles. “The Master would rather not see you either, but he will change his mind. He’s very nice, actually. I explained you before, he kind of has to be this way sometimes. Besides he is sick and he prefers to die rather than accepting help. That is something.”[/dashed]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba simply sat down for the ride, her legs disappearing beneath her as she made herself comfortable on Cheyanne’s shoulder. It couldn’t be easy, as there was not much space for a bird of her size, but Alba just made that cooing sound again and stayed put all the way back to the house. [/dotted]

[dash]Everyone was lined up in the vestibule, from Mrs. Keane to Lady Keen, with a number of young men and ladies looking on with obvious curiosity. Alphonse was nowhere to be seen, though. Mrs. Keane looked about to breathe fire, yet perfectly cool and controlled.

“Miss Fowler, please do hand back the owl!”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:40 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“If he’s nice he sure has a stupid way of showing it. And I’m [i]not[/i] staying, I’m only returning Alba!” she said, walking the rest of the way back to the Atelier in silence.

Cheyanne was ready to defend her innocence once again at reaching the house, but she was really ill with the whole situation! She scooped her hand under Alba against to get her to perch on her arm. “C’mon now Alba. You’re at home and I need to go. Please get off, before Mrs. Keane breathes fire on me.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba refused to move and she even made herself heavier, if it were possible! She gently pecked at Cheyanne’s hand to make her desist.[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Meanwhile, Peter had decided Cheyanne’s problem was one of wording. She was terrible at saying things. Mrs. Keane was already annoyed at being called a fire-breathing creature! Little Peter was pleased to see Lady Keen lined up with everyone else and he tried to pet her but was glared at instead. Peter sighed, guessing it wasn’t the moment for petting. He tugged at worried Marie and whispered excitedly on her ear. [/dashed]

[dash]Marie gave a nod and a quick wink to Peter before addressing Mrs. Keane.

“Shall someone notify the Master? Surely he could call Alba off Miss Fowler’s shoulder…”

Mrs. Keane was not happy at all, but she would rather not make the owl mad. She just sighed.

“Peter, go and call the Master… explain him what is happening and ask him to come downstairs!”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 1:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

If she didn’t know any better and was in a better mood, Cheyanne would have sworn that Alba had claimed her and intended to keep her as a pet. Unfortunately, Cheyanne wanted to be anywhere but here and the dratted snowy white owl was making that impossible.

“Let that man stew in his own arrogance upstairs!” she shouted, and then whispered. “Please, Alba, get off!” The wicked bird wasn’t moving! Cheyanne was so frustrated she was sucking in a breath to shout again, but found it wasn’t so easy! She felt sort of dizzy and was seeing spots and [i]no[/i]! She couldn’t be wanting to faint now! Cheyanne knew these corsets were a death trap, you couldn’t even get mad and start screaming without being strangled!

If she fell in the floor she might fall on Alba. Cheyanne slowly dropped to her knees, trying to rub the spots out of her eyes. If she calmed down enough to breathe… “Alba, you’re going to get me killed…” she muttered under he breath.

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 1:30 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie promptly went to Cheyanne’s aid but she just couldn’t get any closer with Alba there. Alba seemingly was in a very good mood, but Marie worried anyway. She pulled out a small box of salts.

“Sniff over this!” She indicated Cheyanne. “They are salts!”[/dashed]

[dash]”Someone close the door! The whole neighborhood is going to peek in here!”

So someone closed the door. Mrs. Keane was quite unhappy which meant she was colder by the second. The young men and women hovered behind Marie. Just then, Peter came bounding down the stairs followed by a very reluctant and more dignified than ever Alphonse.[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was tired and sicker than earlier, but the offended glint returned to his eyes when he heard her shouting he could stew in his own arrogance, which caused that very effect. He came downstairs more lordly than ever, holding a handkerchief to his stuffy nose.

“Alba,” he called, not even bothering to acknowledge Cheyanne. “Come here!”

He held out his forearm bound in a long leather cuff as it was proper to hold a bird of prey. However, Alba refused to move. Alphonse narrowed his eyes.

“Alba!” He called again. The snowy white owl flapped contentedly and made that cooing sound again.”

[b]“NO,”[/b] Alphonse sternly said. “She [i]wants[/i] to leave! In fact, she left!”

But Alba still refused to move; she fluffed up instead. Alphonse wondered desperately when this day of bad luck would be over.

“Alba,” he insisted. “Come here!” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 1:38 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne turned her nose away from the smelling salts and coughed! Those things smelled awful, and it hardly made her feel any better! In fact now she felt a good bit queasy and really just wanted to lie down for a few minutes, but Alba was all fluffed up on her shoulder like a nesting mother.

She placed her hands at her stomach trying to breathe slowly, and swallow… and there was Mr. Daupre. Squeezing her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to even look at him, she held still mentally cursing Alba and her master! “Mr. Daupre, your owl is holding me hostage and I do [i]not[/i] appreciate it!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 1:58 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“I appreciate it even less!” Alphonse replied, trying to sound as arrogant as humanely possible. He had got dressed in order to keep his dignity, elegant in a dark suit, but he didn’t have time to do his hair and had settled for a strange braid he made in a rush. He was wearing his eyeglasses and his temples pounded with a headache. “Maybe her talons are tangled there.”

He held out his leather cuff again.

“Alba!” He insisted. Alba made that strange cooing sound again. Alphonse was exasperated. “C’est ridicule!”

“She is getting blue,” Marie observed in alarm. Alphonse felt a tiny sting of concern, but he still was very much offended and too sick to practice any empathy.

“Alba..!” He went and tried to remove the owl manually, but Alba kept on avoiding his hand and pecking in warning to keep him from moving her. “What do you want?!”[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

That was JUST the moment Peter was waiting for. He stood next to the Master, who was now bent over Alba and looking slightly blue himself.

“Alba perched on her all the way from the house and back,” he informed. “I think Alba wants Miss Flower to stay here. Miss Flower is very nice, just a bit mouthy and willful? Alba thinks she’s nice. I think Alba has decided to take her under her wing.” [/dashed]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“I wouldn’t think so, Peter,” Alphonse said with a frown. “Miss Fowler has a job elsewhere and she clearly stated she doubts not only my mental competency, but my professional reputation, even!” Just remembering that made him angry again. “And she said she’d rather not be here!”[/dotted]
[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba remained unfazed, nestled on Cheyanne’s shoulder, impervious to all the hysterical people around her!
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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I [i]said[/i] I was happy to accept the job and try my best and would trust you because your staff said you were [i]nice[/i] and you decided to throw me out because I didn’t [i]know[/i] you! Impossible and rude and hysterical and.. I think I’m going to pass out.” Cheyanne finally squeaked out at the end of her sentence. It was probably in her best interest to stop talking to him, but he was making it impossibly hard.

Cheyanne felt herself tilting forward and without thinking she was grasping the front collar of Mr, Daupre’s jacket and resting her head against his shoulder. heaven forbid if she tilted over on the floor and Alba had to claw her way to free. “I don’t know what to do here..!” She might have been whispering about Alba or the whole world!

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:28 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse carefully held Cheyanne by the waist and glared at Alba, now almost face to beak with her! Alba just fluffed up contentedly. Alphonse for once wondered if he’d ever reach out and strangle the bird… or Cheyanne, whichever he got first.

“ I am going to suppose you are foreign to these parts,” Alphonse acidly said, “and your manner is somehow different… It kind of makes sense, considering your clothes were certainly outlandish. If you don’t know me, well I don’t know you at all either, and you have no staff for me to trust! However… Alba won’t detach from you till I take you back in my staff. I do hope she’s right and you are not… a fugitive of justice!”

He didn’t really mean the last part, but he made it sound convincing. Alphonse glared at the bird again.

“So I guess you accept… See? I took her back in the household; now step off her!”

Alba cooed again and walked from Cheyanne’s shoulder to Alphonse’s, who was wearing a shoulder piece designed for Alba to perch. Alphonse held faltering Cheyanne and rubbed one of his eyes.

“This is not the best day of my life,” he half muttered, half hissed. He still had some fever and he wasn’t all that steady himself, but he managed to support the woman and the bird.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Having Alba move was a relief to her body, and Cheyanne was so surely tempted to shove Mr. Daupre away and escape out the door. …Only she was fairly certain she hadn’t the strength to stand on her own feet, and wouldn’t doubt for a moment that Alba would once again attach herself!

At least he was trying to be understanding, even if he did just suggest she was some sort of criminal. Cheyanne managed to sit herself up so she could stare curiously at his face. She still had a grip on his jacket as if she were afraid she would fall over.

“I have feelings, Mr. Daupre.” she started softly. “I don’t want another abusive boss. I [i]will[/i] work very hard for you, but I don’t want to be yelled at or mistreated or yelled at or hurt. If you promise, then I’ll do everything you tell me to and not a complaint about it. I promise.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 3:07 AM

[dash]”Miracle, miracle!” The youngsters chanted. They were half-serious, half-jesting and their Master knew it. He gave them an oblique glare and Mrs. Keane took the chance to chide him and relieve her own stress. Meanwhile, Little Peter petted a now willing Lady Keen.

“Things are going fine, yes?”

“I suppose, Peter,” muttered Marie. “I just hope they won’t fall over.”[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse shifted his gaze from his staff to Cheyanne when she spoke again. He got her strained gaze right into his own. Alphonse blinked in indignation at her words. He always watched over his staff like a hawk, he didn’t deserve that! Unlike his own and deceased Master, Alphonse always made sure his staff had their needs covered and they would always have food and shelter! But this woman had no way to know that, anyway. Nonetheless, he was hurt. It was almost ridiculous considering… but he was hurt anyway. He just bottled it up as usual.

“I promise,” he muttered.

Alba shook her tail. Alphonse rose to his feet, carrying Cheyanne along. He laid her on the nearest chair and turned to Mrs. Keane, Alba perched on his shoulder.

“Let her rest and make sure she doesn’t spoil her hands,” he simply said before turning and going upstairs with Alba. He was not all that steady, but he was very obviously not going to allow interference and soon he was gone.[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter sighed and patted Lady Keen.

“You are all lucky Mr. Hutton is on sick leave,” he said, matter of factly. [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 3:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Free from the snowy white owl, and now once again employed under Mr. Daupre’s supervision, Cheyanne should have felt a lot better. Instead, she just felt continuously dizzy and now incredibly embarrassed with all of his staff standing around like the entire scene had been some sort of extraordinary play.

“I’m better now.” Cheyanne muttered as she tried to stand again, but found herself dropping right back in to the chair and holding her head. It was stupid! Just a little air and she’d be fine unless she was… unless she was catching that cold too! No, no! How could it possibly get worse! If she caught a cold, she’d be a walking zombie!

Keeping her worries to herself, she glanced at Peter. “Who is Mr. Hutton…?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 3:40 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter snickered. “Mr. Hutton is my tutor,” he explained. “I take lessons at a private school near here; the Master says I need to catch up with the other boys.” As he continued, it became apparent that the others already knew the details. “My father used to teach me, but he could not teach me everything. When I catch up, I could go to a normal school. Mr. Hutton is sick, so I didn’t have classes today. His wife distributed homework assignments and sent us home.” [/dashed]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie put her hand on Peter’s head and laughed when he fussed to get it off.

“Peter is going to be a lawyer, right Peter?”

“I don’t want to be a lawyer.” Peter stuck his tongue out. Mrs. Keane sighed.

“You have the day off to rest, Miss Fowler,” she said. “You look tired.”

She was obviously still annoyed at all the events, but sort of resignated to her fate. The rest of the staff were a few young men and women, and an old lady who turned out to be Marie’s mother. They introduced themselves briefly before going back to work.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 3:49 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“But I don’t want to be lazy…?” It was apparent that what she wanted wasn’t very important, and she was lucky to even be sitting there unharmed. Cheyanne resigned herself to her fate, leaning forward with her face in her hands. She really did feel so tired, she shouldn’t have let herself get so mad and worked up. That was the fasted way to drain all your strength and get sick and here she might die even from a little cold..!

She peeked through her fingers at Peter as she sighed. “A lawyer is a good job… What did you really want to do?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 4:01 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter smiled.

“I want to be a veterinarian,” he said. “I would work with animals and hopefully I could work with avatars. Lawyers may be nice or not, but they make things harder for some people…” His smile disappeared. “Even if dad had so many debts, why should we lose our house, why should I be sold off? If you don’t have money, you don’t matter for lawyers. I don’t want to be one.”[/dashed]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed.

“Not all lawyers are bad, Peter… but sorry about that, anyway. Why don’t you go and do your homework?”

Peter nodded, but stayed around with Lady Keen. Marie shrugged.

“Most of the staff have more or less happy endings by arriving here… but if you ask Mr. Daupre he will claim he chose them by their potential skill only. True, those who remain are skilled, but well. Just don’t get in his way, if you really can’t stand him. He’s very busy all the time, anyway.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 4:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I don’t [i]hate[/i] him. But I’m fairly sure he’s not so fond of me either.” she muttered. Though Cheyanne had the feeling if she was going to be his model, she was going to see an awful lot of him.

In the meantime, she didn’t want to just sit around and… look pretty. Or tired! “Marie… I know they said I had to rest, but maybe there is something I can still do? I’d feel more comfortable being useful.” Cheyanne confessed!

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 4:45 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie smiled.

“It’s alright! You could just rest. Get some sleep. If Mrs. Keane sees you around she’ll get mad anyway…” Marie pondered. “You could darn socks in your bed… There’s the Master’s room cleaning, but I doubt you want to help with that!”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 4:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s a good idea to stay [i]out[/i] of his rooms.” she agreed! It was her luck that a scary woman like Mrs. Keane was going to immediately be out to get her. Cheyanne though socking mending didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Okay… I could mend socks, or do some sewing. I’m too bad at simple things, I usually have to mend or alter my own clothes anyway. I’ll just stay there and out of everyone’s hair until they forget about me.” Or until she dies! But that might be a little over dramatic!

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Categories
New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt1)

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Title: Welcome to a New World (pt1)
Number: 63
Date: Jun 11, 2008 at 6:05 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 6:05 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

This place was absolutely amazing. Cheyanne still hadn’t figured out exactly where she was, or what was going on, but she had stopped by a wall that was showing off posters for plays and theater. Most were done in this beautiful classic Art Nouveau style. There were even fashion posters advertising designers, posters for upcoming events. Cheyanne finally found herself looking at a city map – and blinked in surprise!

“New Amsterdam? This must be a really old map…” Did they even have trains when New York was called New Amsterdam? With a finger, she started from the ‘You Are Here!’ point and tried to trace her route back to her apartment. But the streets were completely different! The names, special buildings, all different. But, she really shouldn’t have expected otherwise, it was an old map, wasn’t it?[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:42 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]: Old post!

Alphonse only had a mild interest in History beyond a couple centuries back, if any at all. He didn’t have any other particular reason to be at the Industrial Arts and Mechanics Wing of the Schreyer’s Museum other than examining the banners a friend and colleague of his had made for the exhibit. Said friend, Michael Bellwether, had also been a former student of Armand LeGant, like Alphonse himself.

“So? What do you think?” Michael anxiously asked. Alphonse looked at the detailed drawings, then back at the points in which they’d be hung.

“It’s a comprehensible design. I suggest you use color to make the lettering stand out more, though. They… sort of get lost in the background. They are signs, not tapestries.” Alphonse said.

They were speaking in English instead of Dutch. Michael was a little paranoid about his designs.

“I know, I know… but this is the Schreyer’s Museum, and the banners will remain here for a long time – and I could get more commissions! I plan on opening a new line of tapestries and wallpapers. This could be related – and a new business for me! I would like to ask you to share your providers with me, for paper and brocades…”

Alphonse tilted his head a little.

“I have a clause of confidentiality with some of my contacts, so that might be difficult…”

But his words went unheard as a piercing shriek like a band of Banshees echoed through the vast system of vaults and domes that crowned the halls. A ring of bells as he had never heard before followed the shrieking, along with a rumor of awe from the small crowd of visitors of the Trains and Railroads Exhibit.

“A train just arrived…”

“Must be a stunt of some sort,” Alphonse replied, still studying the drawings. “How much will these weigh? I can suggest some new fabrics…”

“Alphonse, I had never seen a train like that before.”

“Must be very old.”

“I don’t think so…” Michael stood on a stone rim around a fake fountain to peer over the small crown forming about Exhibit A, featuring a train platform where the ‘thing’ had just arrived. Michael gasped. “I think you’d like to see this. Wait… Those women are not wearing any skirts!”

Alphonse arched an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s a circus.”

“They are wearing… wearing… They are WEARING PANTS!”

“Don’t be ridiculous – women don’t wear pants.”

“No? And what are those?” Michael asked, pointing. “Clothes like I had never seen before!”

THAT last phrase caught Alphonse’s interest. He climbed onto the stone rim, too. He saw a sort of contraption more alike to a tin box of Swiss cookies than a train; it had numerous windows and no wood panels. People were coming out. Yes, people wearing… strange but marvelous things. He had his reservations about the women in pants, though… and they were not wearing corsets – he could tell that from a mile away. At least, not ones that he knew of. As for the ones with… a sort of tight petticoats…

“Let’s take a closer look.”

Alphonse pulled Michael’s sleeve and stood just outside the small crowd of onlookers.

“Some of them are rather wet,” Alphonse observed, still in English. “What do you think their performance may be representing?”

“Maybe it’s avant garde theatre. I wouldn’t know…”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse looked curiously at the woman in tight, short petticoats examining a posters panel near them. He couldn’t help but notice she was somewhat damp and her shirt was… somehow revealing in its creases that she was not wearing any corset – at least, not a usual one. Unlike his usual discrete manner, he stared because he was convinced these strangers were actors on some sort of stunt.

“Miss!” Michael addressed the woman in Dutch. “What is the name of your Company?”

Alphonse casted her a head to toes look.

“I wonder what sort of design is this,” he started in English but stopped, to avoid confusing the woman in case she didn’t speak English.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

It took a moment to realize the man was talking to her, considering he spoke some foreign language that sounded similar to Finnish or German. Dutch maybe? But the man next to him spoke English, so at least some one there might be able to translate!

“I… don’t really speak anything other than English.” she replied slowly. Upon realizing she was being examined, Cheyanne tugged at her shirt a bit to try and find some sort of decency! “A very wet designer knock-off.” She said to him, perfectly aware that she was probably turning twenty different shades of red.

“I just stepped off the train, and this isn’t my stop. Do you know the way to 43rd street?”

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked. She so candidly admitted it was a designer knock-off that he found himself scandalized. Michael automatically switched to English and chatted happily, but Alphonse slowly began to realize the woman was not an actress – and her wet shirt was… too attention-grabbing even for someone used to see his clients in underwear at the atelier!

Michael grinned. “This is awesome. What’s the name of your Company? I had never seen a performance like this before. What do you call that thing? Is it even a train car?”

Alphonse eyed the “train” at the old platform.

“Why are you all in underwear?” He asked, looking perplexed but still dignified.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:37 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“My company?” Well, it was a strange question to ask, but she replied friendly enough! “I work for Mann Magazine. What do you mean by performance? I’m not one of the models, I’m just the front desk secretary.” She followed his gaze back towards the train, and looked startled! It looked more like a museum rather than a train station! Maybe the train wrecked and she’s in some sort of odd coma dream!

The other man’s comments snapped her attention back! “I beg your pardon?! I’m not wearing underwear!” Oh! That sounded really wrong! “I mean…! I’m wearing perfectly normal clothes. This is my best work suit!”

Jesus, she was embarrassing herself all over the place. Could today get any worse? “I’m sorry, I have to go.” Mortified she brushed past them. She’s going straight home!

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:48 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

As soon as she said she wasn’t wearing underwear, Alphonse himself turned as red or redder than her! Michael quite unhelpfully began laughing, but caught himself as Alphonse glared at him. Grinning, he said, “Mann Magazine? I have not heard about that one…”

“Work suit!” Michael said to Alphonse in Dutch. “What sort of work demands this sort of suit?” He was genuinely disconcerted, and Alphonse desperately wondered if he -had- to answer that question! He decided to ignore it.

“Madame!” Alphonse called after the wet lady. “It’s too cold outside to leave the Museum like that!”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

It [i]was[/i] a museum? Egads, she had to be in a coma! Or maybe the trained crashed through a wall somewhere and they were just on the wrong side of town? Either way, Cheyanne had stopped and turned back around, this time hugging her purse to her chest. The least they could do was stop staring.

“A little cold isn’t going to kill me. I really have to be getting home, and if you can’t give me any directions I’m going to have to call a taxi!” You know, she didn’t like the way that other guy was snickering at her either. Clearly she was a lady in distress, and he could be a little more understanding! But she kept that thought to herself!

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse guessed something was -really- wrong around here. The train car was still there, people peeking into it and around it, and more strangely dressed people were wandering off. Alphonse blinked as the woman hugged her purse to her chest – she was more flustered than he was and it seemed to be such a genuine feeling it was… odd.

He also and offhandedly thought she would need a French corset, as she was petite and her chest needed extra-control. It was a very professional thought but he still got red as a beet again – how embarrasing!

“Madame,” he said. “It’s too cold to…” He blocked Micheal’s view as the man was still snickering. “You’d better not go around the streets like that… you could get under arrest. If you’d kindly explain this… occurrence,” he waved a hand towards the train car, “I suppose it would be helpful. You need… clothes.”

Michael grinned.

“A client? I don’t think she can pay for your exclusive designs, dear Alphonse.”

Alphonse was fully aware Michael was amused. Maybe the woman was a very good actress. Maybe this was… not a performance at all – but what could it be, then? He wished his ears would stop burning.

“I could buy those things you are wearing,” he said, slowly. “They look interesting, and I could give you other things to wear.”[/dotted]

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse guessed something was -really- wrong around here. The train car was still there, people peeking into it and around it, and more strangely dressed people were wandering off. Alphonse blinked as the woman hugged her purse to her chest – she was more flustered than he was and it seemed to be such a genuine feeling it was… odd.

He also and offhandedly thought she would need a French corset, as she was petite and her chest needed extra-control. It was a very professional thought but he still got red as a beet again – how embarrasing!

“Madame,” he said. “It’s too cold to…” He blocked Micheal’s view as the man was still snickering. “You’d better not go around the streets like that… you could get under arrest. If you’d kindly explain this… occurrence,” he waved a hand towards the train car, “I suppose it would be helpful. You need… clothes.”

Michael grinned.

“A client? I don’t think she can pay for your exclusive designs, dear Alphonse.”

Alphonse was fully aware Michael was amused. Maybe the woman was a very good actress. Maybe this was… not a performance at all – but what could it be, then? He wished his ears would stop burning.

“I could buy those things you are wearing,” he said, slowly. “They look interesting, and I could give you other things to wear.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 2:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne looked completely scandalized! What kind of man offers to buy a woman’s dirty clothes off her? Even if he was offering fresh ones! That’s a little bit creepy in her opinion!

Trying to look as perfectly in control and unamused, (which was nearly impossible being sopping wet, hugging her purse and looking totally alarmed) Cheyanne shook her head in refusal of the offer. “I was taking the subway on my way to work. There was some technical problems on board, lightning or something. And then we stopped here. I figured the rails must be damaged, so everyone had to stop here.” It made perfect sense.

“In anycase, I wouldn’t get arrested for wearing normal clothes, even if they are wet! If- If you’re done being completely insane, I really should go!”
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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 2:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“It’s just a performance, you shouldn’t take it seriously,” Michael assured Alphonse. “You need to relax. Leave her alone.”

Alphonse was not very convinced, but the woman seemed offended. Offended even, wearing damp undergarments!

“As you wish, Madame,” he slowly said. “But…” He sighed. He was being paranoid and Michael was right; it was just a performance. “Well… as you wish.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 3:24 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Gratefully, Cheyanne turned on a heel and headed towards the exit doors. She really had no desire to spend time with strange eye-balling men. Missing work like this, and possibly being in a coma or something was really putting the all time Bad Luck award on her already dreary life!

As she stepped outside she was… stunned to see how different everything looked! It was very antique Victorian style, but it was fresh and brand new! And it [i]was[/i] admittedly cold, but that was nothing compared to really taking a look at the people around her. Most were so over dressed, like the costumes for a masquerade. Cheyanne wondered if maybe it was a bad idea to have walked out like this.

Well, she wasn’t about to go back inside. It had to be an event this side of town. All she had to do was find a payphone and call taxi to pick her up. Except she really couldn’t find any phones, and she was getting quite a few stares! This had to be the worst nightmare she had ever had!

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 3:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse worried, and he worried the most when not even Michael could make sense out of the strange “performance” at the Museum. Despite, they finished their business and like an hour later, Alphonse left the museum and headed back to the Atelier. He was in sore need of sleep, some lunch and… more sleep! He had been pulling too many overnighters lately.

Alphonse feared he would fall asleep in a cab, so he walked instead, pulling the collar of his obviously expensive coat around his ears, a carefully brushed hat on his white hair. The cut of the coat was impeccable and the lines were elegant and stark, almost spartan; however, the final effect was a touch of genius. He had made it himself, after all. Alphonse wondered about the strangely dressed people at the museum; could it have been a fashion stunt? Whose fashion stunt anyway? He walked in silence, mussing on his thoughts. The sky was grey and indistinct, making it impossible to tell if it was going to rain or snow.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne had walked home. Only… her home wasn’t her home, her home was a park gazebo. With the layout of the city, this was surely where it was supposed to be…! Cheyanne did the only thing she [i]could[/i] do at the moment, and had a seat. [i]’Looks like we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,'[/i] she thought to herself. The thought was extraordinary and all too interesting! But as she sat there shivering and being all to aware that she stood out all too much, the amazement of it wore out fast.

It didn’t matter whether or not she was dreaming or if it were reality- the truth of the matter was that she were in trouble! What were the other people from the train doing now? Maybe she shouldn’t have just left on her own like that. She was really starting to curse that sudden sense of adventure she had. Somehow she was going to have to figure what to do. Dry clothes and a place to spend the night would be important… and finding out where New York went!

Cheyanne sneezed! Fishing a tissue out of her purse, she had the sudden thought that she might very well be doomed!

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Azul Morag – Jun 12, 2008 at 11:09 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked out of his slight daze as he bumped onto someone… A scantily dressed someone he had met before! Alphonse rubbed two fingers between his eyebrows… A headache was coming, mostly due to the lack of sleep but also because he didn’t understand what was really going on, and the uncertainty annoyed him.

“Madame,” he said. “I beg your pardon… Incredible as it may seem, I had not seen you coming.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Not again! Cheyanne looked startled, and rightfully so! What are the chances of bumping in to the same person twice in one day, especially in a big city? But then she thought… maybe it was fate? She was just thinking she really needed to do something about her clothes and everything else. He [i]did[/i] offer before, even if at the time she thought he was some kind of creep.

Well, he might still be a creep, but at the moment she wasn’t feeling to choosy about where to ask for help. “That’s… alright.” she started. “I have thought about what you said before, about buying my clothes. It’s a little strange, but at the moment I’m a desperate. As long as you aren’t planning on trying anything pervie with me.” she added quickly.

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Azul Morag – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

[I]”Pervie?”[/I] Alphonse repeated. “What does that mean?” He did suspect it was not something decorous since she casted him a wary look, but he decided to overlook it… this once. He slightly turned up his nose, however; it was almost instinctive.

“Were you following me? I must say I still don’t understand what all that stunt at the museum was about… but yes, I still can buy your clothes. Purely professional interest, I must say…”

He eyed her. She was shivering and now that her shirt was almost dry, it didn’t look as indecent – considering it had to be underwear, because it couldn’t be anything else. Alphonse removed his coat with a casual flourish and dropped it neatly on her shoulders to avoid any recoil or protest. His headache went slightly more pronounced, but he managed to ignore it.

“My Atelier is nearby…” He looked around to confirm his own words. “Yes, over there. My name is Alphonse Daupre; you may call me Daupre. I am a tailor. Please follow me, miss…?”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:37 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Why on earth would I follow you?” Cheyanne said defensively. She stiffed when he moved suddenly and dropped his coat over her shoulders. Pulling it more tightly around her, she muttered a soft thank you.

“I’m Cheyanne Fowler.” When he mentioned he was a tailor, her wary expression vanished and was replaced with a relieved look of understanding. “Oh, a tailor! That’s really a relief, you know. I thought you might be a pimp or think I was a whore. – Which, I’m not, by the way!” she reaffirmed quickly again. “I’m not sure what’s with this place, but everyone here dresses so conservatively and I think everyone keeps assuming I’m a hooker.” Cheyanne was admittedly rambling, but she didn’t want to follow him like a lost puppy, and she really wanted to at least explain to [i]some[/i]one who she was. Or what she was. She could be on another planet! How’s that for strange!

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Azul Morag – Jun 13, 2008 at 11:09 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse’s frown from his headache smoothed out and his eyebrows raised a millimeter with each of her remarks. He did think convenient she wore the coat not only because it was cold but also, because it concealed her clothes quite effectively – but to be fair, he only realized the second part now. As he had assumed she was an actress of some sort…

Not like actresses and whores were too different, these days. At least she wasn’t wearing tons of rouge or fake moles like CanCan dancers.

Even though the headache was dimming his awareness a little, he did notice she had not heard his name… but again, maybe it was something to be expected IF she really had no fashion sense.

“I had not thought such things about you,” he said, and it sounded sincere because he meant it and his headache was killing him. “Please, follow me…”

Alphonse led her to a beautiful house embedded in a long facade of row houses; three stories and a mansard with beautiful windows. The front door had pretty stairs on a bridge over a well with plants and the service doors. Alphonse fumbled with the keys and was interrupted by a severe-looking old lady in a uniform who opened the door just as he was about to insert the key in the keyhole.

“Master Daupre, we were worried!”

“I don’t see why should you worry,” Alphonse replied with an air of dignified suffering. “You may express your concern getting me some tea for Miss Fowler here. Take it to the Blue Cabinet.”

“Miss Fowler?” The lady blinked and just then spotted Cheyenne behind Alphonse wearing -his- coat and looking as lost as he looked somehow mysteriously hurt. Alphonse ushered Cheyenne in and closed the door.

“She’s… just arrived,” he said for all explanation. “Tea. Now, miss Fowler… follow me.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 11:38 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

What awful luck, she’s been rescued by a rich guy with a very mothering staff! Cheyanne followed closely, taking notice of the state of his home. It was perfectly neat, and very antique. Maybe.. maybe she went back in time! That was starting to sound like a more reasonable idea than being on an alien planet. Not that she didn’t still believe she were likely a coma patient.

“You’ve a very attractive house, Mr. Daupre.” she hesitated a moment before continuing. “I was sort of wondering if you’d tell me what year it is, or what city this is. I’m starting to think maybe I had an accident and I lost a little time.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 12:12 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“House…?” Alphonse distractedly asked. “This is not a house; this is my atelier…” He led her up a pretty flight of curve stairs with mosaics and a deep blue rug. “There’s the different work rooms and rooms to tend to clients, and some boudoirs…” He pushed open a dark oak door, leading her into a cozy cabinet with thick plush-y rug, a small fireplace and bay windows, with a large work table, stools and some nice couches. There was a large Japanese screen playing the role of dressing space, with a tiny sink and a stool behind it. There were several full-body mirrors in a niche-like space for clients to see themselves from different angles. The furniture was very [I]chic,[/I] with art nouveau glass and iron details.

“We are in New Amsterdam. How come you wouldn’t know that? This is a famous city… Almost as remarkable as Paris. This the 167th Year of the Peahen, of course… Don’t ask me for the date; I forgot that… but we are in the month of the Rose. My goodness, it’s almost payday. I can feel it.”

Alphonse blinked.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 12:32 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Yep. Coma patient. Cheyanne did her best not to look shocked and confused. Why should she anymore, it couldn’t possibly get any more weird, or strange, or impossible. She might as well just run with it and see what happens. Eventually she’ll wake up or die, and it would be better to have an adventure dream than a nightmare.

Cheyanne knew what New Amsterdam was at least. New York was once New Amsterdam, but she really really recall when in history. History wasn’t her best subject. Everything else he told her sounded a lot like nonsense. Peahen? Month of the Rose?

Doing as she was told, Cheyanne stood there and waited. Admiring the new room. His work and not his home. Or did he live with his work? She examined the screen while she waited. Very chic!

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 5:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

A few minutes later, the old and uptight keyskeeper appeared with a cup of tea and some cookies for the “guest.” She eyed Cheyenne, still in the Master’s coat.

“Miss Fowler, may I take the Master’s coat?”

“No, you may not,” Alphonse replied, holding the door open for the keyskeeper. “You will send Miss Lawrence here with the peach dress she’s sewing, and the blue one with lilies. Thank you.”

“But Master, the coat will…”

“I have a headache Mrs. Keane, please do not argue with me. I hate quarrelling with people, most specially when my head hurts.”

The woman huffed and looked again at the young woman he had plucked out the streets somewhere. No skirt was visible under the coat, her hair was too short and unkempt, and she looked almost guilty – she must have a reason to look that way.

“As you wish, sir,” Mrs. Keane conceded, leaving them alone – for the moment. Alphonse sighed.

“I forgot the corset.”

He poked his head out of the door.

“Tell Miss Lawrence to get me a French Straight Front.”

“Yes sir.”

Alphonse closed the door and casted Cheyanne a slightly guilty look.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 7:11 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“She reminds me of my grandmother.” Cheyanne admitted. Not just because she was seemingly so protective over Mr. Daupre, but because she was giving Cheyanne that disapproving older woman look suggesting she didn’t approve of her clothing at all. Her grandmother was always complaining about the way she dressed.

Cheyanne didn’t want to sit down being still damp, but she did gratefully pick up the cup of tea and took a sip. It was warm, slightly bitter and perfectly pleasant. Hopefully with a few more sips she’d be able to settle her nerves and her twisty stomach. Cheyanne glanced around the room again as she spoke simply for the sake of avoiding awkward silences.

“Where I’m from, my clothes are perfectly normal.” she started. Considering he was a tailor, which was just another name for a Fashion Designer, she was pretty sure by now his interest in her clothing would want plenty of explanations. And it didn’t help she was tired of people looking at her suspiciously! “I really do love designer clothing, and I especially need to look nice for my job, but, well, it’s always so expensive for the designer labels, so sometimes I buy the cheaper brands. They look just as good most of the time.”

“Of course, I’m not exactly a fashion model, and clothes never see to fit right.” she kept on talking. “I’m just a secretary after all, no one usually cares what the secretary is wearing so long as she answers the phones and fetches the coffee. I mean, I didn’t even go to school to be a secretary, I wanted to be one of the editors, but I’m never really considering for a promotion and-” still talking! She was very obviously out of her league!

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 7:55 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse watched the woman talk – mostly, because due to his headache it was becoming increasingly harder to listen. Slowly, her words sank in.

He took her words as a veiled critique. Indeed, Ms. Keane sometimes was too overbearing, but he was not in the mood to pull her ear today – not with a headache.

Okay, she comes from another “place” of sorts, where her clothing is -normal-. Alphonse just nodded thoughtfully and wondered again if she was an actress. Where did these people come from? He had not yet examined her garments’ make and materials, but he was certain they looked almost industrial.

What cheaper brands, Alphonse wondered. Perhaps she meant worse off designers… because seamstresses don’t make brands. Maybe she was referring to industrial make. Industry and automatics were replacing hand labor at alarming rates, it was starting to be creepy. And look as good? Gods know where did she find such things.

Schools for secretaries – how did she pay for those? Oh wait, she did not. Alphonse found himself somewhat dizzy.

“I -make- things fit, I am a tailor,” he interrupted, worried that she would dissolve into her own flurry of words. “I…” He rubbed his temple slightly. “Answer the -phones? How many phone cabins does your company have? I have one and that is already too… much.”

Too expensive he was about to say, but he caught himself on time. Now that he had jumped into the rope, he had to keep talking to avoid being overrun.

“Did you really arrive on that train, from where? There are no tracks in the Museum – it’s not even a train station anymore. The old train station was converted to a Museum more than… Well. Years ago. I think it was already a museum when I came here… to this city, I mean. As a child. I think.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 8:06 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Oh, well, yes, I did. On the train. So it was really a Museum?” Ack, better not to think too hard on it again, go with the flow, Cheyanne! “I live in New York. You know, it used to be called New Amsterdam, so this place is a little strange to me. It’s kind of like time travel or a different dimension, maybe? Not that I believe in those sorts of things. I’m still pretty sure I’m dreaming.”

Cheyanne sipped the tea slowly again as she thought about it. “Everything here is really odd to me. Old looking and antique, but obviously it’s not. Kind of like the Victorian era, but it’s different too. I’m not all that great with history, but I can tell it’s not so much the same.”

She finally glanced at him, realizing she was probably a real pain in the ass. She imagined it must of been a lot like picking some person off the street and realizing they’re totally bonkers. “You know… I think I better switch clothes and get out of your hair. I don’t really want to be an inconvenience. With some better clothes, I should be able to work things out just fine.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 8:21 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse took a few seconds to react to that. So New Amsterdam was going to be obliterated and a new city called New York would be built on New Amsterdam’s charred remains? The old people would usually say big cities are caves of doom, but… Maybe it was best his mother remains living in the countryside.

“Time travel…? Oh well… I wouldn’t really know,” he said, forcing a smile. “I read The Time Machine, by H.G. Wellington; I suppose it’d be something similar.”

Marie Lawrence arrived just then, thankfully. She knocked on the door and came in.

“Master Daupre, good evening! Good evening, miss… Fowl.” Marie was too astonished by Cheyenne’s appearance and forgot Cheyenne’s name. It seemed almost funny because the Patron Deity of her master was well… a bird. She curtsied.

“Here’s the French Straight Front, and the dresses…”

“Help her change her clothes,” Alphonse suggested, almost desperately. “Miss Fowler, this is miss Lawrence, one of our seamstresses.”

Marie smiled.

“Good evening, miss[I] Fowler[/I].” She eyed Alphonse. “You have a cold.”

“No, I don’t. Help miss Fowler change her clothes.”

Marie approached Cheyanne to help her and instantly noticed the lack of skirts, petticoats and maybe some more things. She went to the door and called someone, requested a pack of full underwear and returned with a pleasant smile plastered allover her face.

“The rain does terrible things, really,” she offered. Alphonse casted Marie a killer look, but said nothing.
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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 8:35 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Yep, that was a perfectly familiar book name, so a different time or play, and not a different planet! Cheyanne was nodding slowly when the new lady entered with fresh clothing, called her miss [i]Fowl[/i] and accused Mr. Daupre of having a cold. This woman reminded her of her sister. If everyone here was going to remind her of something, who did Mr. Daupre remind her of? She couldn’t think of anyone at the moment.

Cheyanne set down her cup of tea, removed Mr. Daupre’s coat and draped it carefully over a chair. By then Cheyanne had got a good look at that corset. “How am I supposed to fit in to that!” she exclaimed with surprise! “I have… very large breasts-” she motioned her hands “..and wide hips!” She measured the width! “You start squishing and all of that has to go somewhere.” At the moment she hadn’t really considered how outlandish her comments might have been.

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 8:46 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was a tailor and as such he was used to hear all kinds of remarks from ladies concerning their own bodies, but for some reason, his ears turned pink.

“A French Straight Front is quite well suited for your figure,” he replied, trying to stay on the professional side. “It’s engineered for petite torso and curvy behind. It won’t make your stomach uncomfortable and it has plenty of room for your bosom. This one has authentic whale barbs, so it is flexible and comfortable enough – or so I am told.”

“You have a cold, Master Daupre; call for tea and herb pills before it gets worse,” Marie said, ushering Cheyenne behind the Japanese folding screen. There she helped Cheyenne remove all her clothes and get into a pair of bloomers, then a camisole and the corset itself, which she began tightening. Cheyenne’s underwear was extraordinary, to say the least – at least, to Marie.

“I guess we’ll need to tighten the corset and wait half an hour to tighten it again!” She said. “It looks almost as if you were not corset-trained!”

“I don’t have a cold,” came Alphonse’s voice from the other side of the room.

“This will take sometime, please go and have your herbal tea, master Daupre,” said Marie, tightening the laces of the corset![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 8:55 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was ushered behind the screen and took the undressing and redressing graciously. Until it came time for that corset, where she found herself ‘oofing’ and ‘eeking’ every time another lace was tightened. She was getting fresh clothes, designer clothes, and should be very appreciative. …But it was hard to be appreciative when you were getting squeezed to death!

“I don’t what was wrong with those woman- eep! But this is not comfortable! It’s like a wild torture device!” Corsets were popular in that crazy day and age where women did all sorts of crazy things to be attractive for men. She had a feeling it was an evil man that designed the blasted things! “Maybe if we don’t tie it tight. My waist is just fine as it is!”

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 9:02 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“But miss Fowl-err, you are fine yes once this is properly tightened! Let’s go for a twelve inches hipspring. It’s the most moderate… but I say you could wear it up to 18 inches of hipspring!” Marie pulled the laces like a professional. “See how your back goes straight; you will walk like a queen!”

Alphonse stared at the Japanese screen and for one he was almost grateful he was not the one in the Straight Front… however he began to wonder how well would men corsets do; full corsets rather than the usual waist cinches some men wore with suits.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 9:13 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I think you delight in being wicked.” Cheyanne said, having not much choice but to allow the woman to tie her up like rolled roast. She was standing straight all right, but that was because it was the only way she could get any air in to her lungs! She started to wonder if her grandmother had cursed her before she died, hoping to give her granddaughter some old fashioned fashion sense.

“Mr. Daupre, in my city women wear bras, and they’re more than suitable for keeping things under control. And when we do need a corset, they aren’t pull so tight that you can touch your fingers around a woman’s waist!” This said with surprise, as at the moment she was trying it out on herself! “Good grief, I’m going to snap in half if I bend over.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 9:29 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse sighed to himself. He had no idea what a “bra” was in any case. He could hardly imagine something more capable of keeping a woman’s body in shape like a corset did.

“I suppose this[I] bra[/I] you say is some sort of wiring device,” he offered, almost desperately. “I… suppose you were wearing one; I will examine it later.”

Marie tied the laces in place with a chuckle.

“IF I would tighten the laces every half and hour three times, you would have a lovely 18 inches hipspring… but we can do with 12 inches, it’s a good one, too.”

Alphonse took a seat. His head was a bit airy at the moment.

“Don’t pull beyond 12 inches today; she’s not corset trained.”

“… Alright, Master Daupre.” Marie was astonished someone could not be corset trained, but she didn’t question Alphonse’s choice of acquaintances. She measured the ratio difference between Cheyenne’s waist and hip as it was now. “13 inches.”

“That will do. Try the blue dress with the lilies on her.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marie slipped a dress on the fussing woman. It was a very modern dress, with no hoopskirts but a long, slightly clingy skirt with whooshing flare from the knees and a fitted torso, with a scoop neckline which was at once discrete and [I]chic[/I]. The 3/4 raglan puffed sleeves were adorned with tiny versions of the embroidered lilies that graced one side and the hem of the long skirt.

“It does fit, Master Daupre,” she announced. A slight snort came from the other side of the screen.

“Of course it does. I knew it would.”
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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 10:33 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne examined herself in the dress. It was absolutely gorgeous! She supposed she looked like an English princess. Well, at least the dress did. Her hair was still a flattened mess but maybe she could do something about that too?

Stepping out from behind the Japanese screen, she modeled for Mr. Daupre. “It’s beautiful! Are you sure you’re going to put me in this? I think it’s too fine to be worn out for whatever nonsense I’m going to be up to when I leave. Of course, I can hardly breathe, but if the ladies here can do it, I suppose I can too.” she took in a deep breath, realizing if she wants to get any oxygen she might have to stop talking so much as well.

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Azul Morag – Jun 14, 2008 at 10:50 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie stayed behind the screen for an instant, gathering the wet clothes and putting them in hangers to dry. She wondered what sort of underwear was this! The slight thing Miss Fowler had been wearing under the petticoat (?) was more of a loincloth… but without the cloth!

Alphonse eyed Cheyanne – professionally, of course. If they could do something about her hair, she’d have strong photogenic potential; he was sure about it. He had no comments about the dress itself; he designed it after all!

“The colors and the style favor you, as I predicted,” he said. Alphonse was usually his most immodest when he was ill (yet he was far from admitting to such things). “You will need… a wig; maybe a simple filler would do. Your hair is extraordinarily short, but it has an agreeable color. You look beautiful.”

Alphonse smiled a smile of transparent suffering, acquiring the strange air of a religious image. “As I stated, you may keep the dress in exchange for your garments, but I would like you to consider a position to model my designs.”

He made a pause and brushed a hand past his forehead.

“You would require some training, but that… is not so difficult.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 15, 2008 at 9:30 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took the compliment with grace, as even though she hardly believed him, she’d never shoot down a compliment! Of course that was up until he offered her a position as his model. That had her blinking in surprise. The dubious expression on her face told all, as she slowly gave him an examining once over glance.

“Are you kidding?” she asked slowly. He did look sort of ill, just like his staff said, so maybe he was just a little mad from fever, or whatever people here called it. “It’s a rally fine offer, but I’m not so sure it’s a good idea or that you’re thinking straight. I’m not much of a model, and at the moment I think I’m going to be involved in a whole lot of drama adventure you’ll probably not appreciate.”

But she did grin. “Maybe when I straighten everything out.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 15, 2008 at 9:51 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at her. He was mightily surprised – and it kind of showed on his face. It wasn’t even likely a lady would turn down an offer from Alphonse Daupre to be a model of his brand! He only had a few, and the prestige his name gave them in the fashion world was a much coveted prize.

“Are you turning me down?” He asked.

Maybe that didn’t sound exactly as he meant it to sound. Alphonse felt dizzier and closed his eyes for an instant. The room was beginning to spin slowly. He opened his eyes and casted her a sideways look. His gray eyes were darker than usual and almost transparent, like glass.

“I have quite good judgment, mind you,” he said. “And I don’t write plays, not even if you wear the blue dress. Because I said I appreciate it. And there is nothing to be straightened in it…” He closed his eyes again.

“Master Daupre,” Marie said, firmly. “You DO HAVE a cold. You need tea and those herbal pills…” She turned to Cheyanne and smiled apologetically. “Please don’t mind him much miss Fowl. He gets colds too easily nowadays…”

“Don’t you dare to censor me,” muttered Alphonse.

“I am not, but you need some tea, sir.” Marie pulled a velvet cord hanging near the wall, to summon staff.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

The man started talking jibberish, Cheyanne almost thought she insulted him so bad that he lost he marbles! But his staff lady mentioned his cold again.

“Oh!” Cheyanne suddenly said, moving to the chair where she left her purse. It wasn’t easy leaning over with that dratted corset on, feeling like a robot and all, but she dug around in her purse until she found what she was looking for. “I [i]hate[/i] catching colds or the flu, so even with the slightest sniffle I always take one of these and my vitamins.”

Cheyanne popped a few little pills out of the packet, and brought them over to him. She held out her hand with them in her palm. “Perfectly safe, mind you. Over the counter medications, I’m not so paranoid that I get prescriptions for everything. These are cold pills, but I also have aspirin, antihistamines and some sleep tablets.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie promptly came to their side and inspected the pills and things Cheyanne was holding. Alphonse just blinked in a dignified yet dizzy way.

“I don’t have a cold…”

Marie examined the pills. They were so neat and pretty in a strange way! The packets seemed almost like glass but she wasn’t too sure about what those were. Alphonse closed his eyes and began to slide down in his couch.

“What are histamines and their antidote?” Marie asked with a blink, too disconcerted to notice her master was on his way to the rug.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I think he’s passing out.” Cheyanne tried to fan him with her free hand! “Antihistamines are for those sniffles or itchy watery eyes or sneezes you get in spring or fall, or when you’re allergic to pets or too much dust. It’s the most brilliant invention.”

Poor Mr. Daupre he looked ready to die. It was exactly how she felt when she was stick, so she didn’t blame him at all! “Really, Mr. Daupre, why don’t you go ahead and take things along with some tea? You’ll feel a lot better, even if you don’t think you’re sick! I’m sure it would help a lot!”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie nodded, then gave an alarmed blink when she saw her master looking about to faint!

“I will get some tea!” She said, dashing out with a ruffling sound of skirts and petticoats. Alphonse blinked, warily.

“But I am not…” He held back a sneeze and marveled at how low and steep the couch was (or seemed to be right now, at least!). “That neckline could go a little lower,” he suddenly announced. “For Spring…”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:48 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne tried to help Mr. Daupre back on the sofa in a nice seated position so he wouldn’t fall on the floor. She had that wicked thought that he should try wearing a corset sometime to see how women felt while trying to do things like this, but quickly brushed it away!

“You’re just a big baby when you’re sick, aren’t you! There’s not any reason to be stubborn about it, the sooner you take some medicine and have a break the sooner you can go back to working. I’m assuming you must be a workaholic to be so contrary about it.” Cheyanne checked his forehead. “Yep, you’re sick. No denying it.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 12:58 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse felt his ears burning again, but he reckoned his body was burning in general so it wouldn’t make much of a difference, he guessed.

“I am not sick,” he replied in French. He blinked at how odd his English sounded, but that didn’t deter him from explaining in exact detail why it was impossible for him to be sick, all in French. He rubbed his eyes and felt around his pockets for his spectacles, but found some pills on her hand instead.

How did her hand get where his pockets should be, was a profound mystery that mystified him for a few seconds. He blinked at her.

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

He was speaking French, wasn’t he? Yeah, it sounded like French. She was giving him a peculiar look while he spoke fumbling around until he found the pills in her hand. Then he reminded her about her tea.

“That’s right, I didn’t finish it did I?” she moved over to the small table and fetched the cup. Tea cup in hand, she sat down on the sofa next to him and offered him both cup and pills. “Here, take these now before you get even more silly, and your staff starts to think I poisoned you. I’m not sure what prisons are like here, but I suppose they’d have beaten me to death before I ended up in one anyway.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:12 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at her as if she were crazy. He wasn’t too sure why, but he was given some tiny pills and tea. He guessed it was only polite to take the pills and drink the tea, which he did. He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her face now that she was close to him, and blinked.

“You are not my mother,” Alphonse said. He sounded somewhat surprised by such a startling discovery. He leaned against the backrest of the couch and closed his eyes.

“I have to examine your tight petticoats and… this “bra” thing you mentioned… but I am… somewhat tired at the moment…”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I’m not trying to be your mother,” Cheyanne said defensively, not really understanding where such a comment would come from. At least he took the medicine and would be feeling better, if a little tired.

She folded her hands in her lap tilting her head to watch him with just a small hint of amusement. “You’ve got plenty of time to do that, considering they’re yours now. My sister is going to think it a hoot that some stranger offered to trade for all my clothes. Especially a fashion designer.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “You know, I think I’d like to be a model for you. I’ve had the same job for years and always wanted to do something really amazing. It’d make my sister proud.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:34 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse opened his eyes the most he could manage (which wasn’t much, really) to see her. No, definitely she was not his mother.

“…” He tried to explain about modeling, but whatever he said didn’t quite make much sense. Marie came back with tea, the keyskeeper and a little boy covered in cookie crumbs.

“Master Daupre! Here’s the… tea… Oh my goodness, he’s gone again.”

“Miss Lawrence!” Mrs. Keane was indignant. “That is not a respectful manner to refer to the master!”

“Stop yelling…” Alphonse muttered, but maybe they didn’t hear him. Mrs. Keane looked at the empty teacup.

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:40 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“He was getting ridiculous, so I gave him my cup and had him take some medicine. He’s really stubborn isn’t he?” They were all looking her sort of shocked, and she wondered if maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. “It’s not the wrong kind of tea was it? I mean, I don’t know if has any sort of special teas he has to drink or is fussy about that he takes. I just didn’t want him to end up passed out on the floor!”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 1:48 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse closed his eyes. He said something in French and Miss Lawrence giggled, but immediately silenced following a censoring glare from Mrs. Keane.

“What sort of medicine?” Coolly asked Mrs. Keane, looking rather dangerous. Alphonse managed to open his eyes again.

“She’s hired,” he said. Then he seemingly dozed off. Mrs. Keane was astonished, but she was too well trained to say anything adverse… yet he casted Cheyanne an icy look of the ‘if he dies you are mincemeat’ sort.

“We need to take him upstairs,” Marie said. “But all the men are out today!”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 11:25 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It was just cold medicine.” Cheyanne said defensively. Mr. Daupre suddenly announced that she was ‘hired’ from which Cheyanne was sure her face was turning a bright red. These women were suspicious of her, he could wait to talk about business sort of things until he wasn’t stark raving sick!

“I could help move him upstairs. I’m pretty strong, I think. Maybe less so in a corset, but with three of us, I’m sure we could move him.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 16, 2008 at 11:57 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse did hear something about being moved, but he was already more dead asleep than alive. He muttered something in French about the rent and the gas bill, then fell into a deeper sleep.

Mrs. Keane was dubious. “The Master is tall,” she said. “How are we supposed to move him? If he could walk it’d be easier; we may need the salts!”

“But he took some medicine and coffee, and he’s still falling asleep!” Marie objected. The boy covered in cookie crumbs pointed out, they could put him in a blanket and drag him around by one end of the blanket![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 17, 2008 at 7:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“The blanket is a good idea, but once we get to the stairs we’d lose him for sure!” Cheyanne could imagine it now! Puling Mr. Daupre across the house on a blanket, with him clonking his head on the floor and table legs. Pulling him up the stairs and him going rolling back down them. They’d kill the man!

“…Maybe it’s better off if we just leave him in here. Give him some pillows and a few blankets? A night on a sofa won’t hurt. At least not as much as dropping him on the way upstairs would hurt.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 17, 2008 at 1:58 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“We have to put him to bed!” Mrs. Keane said, hands on hips. “He can’t stay here! Even with pillows, he’d get cramps allover and there’s a lot of work for him to do this week, he’d kill himself trying to get everything done!”

Marie nodded meaningfully and the boy shrugged. Marie leaned over Alphonse.

“Master Daupre?”

There was no answer. Mrs. Keane frowned.

“We will put him in a blanket; Marie and I will carry the front with his head and shoulders, and miss Fowler and Peter can carry his legs! We can take small breaks along the way, but we’ll take him upstairs that way!”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 18, 2008 at 10:33 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne thought this idea was surely going to end in disaster, but she followed orders like a champ! Waiting until a blanket was fetched, she helped moved Mr. Daupre on the blanket and took up her end along with the cookie covered little boy.

Moving around and lifting things with this darn corset was a nightmare! When Mr. Daupre was awake and well again, she was going to explain exactly what was wrong with it, and it had to make women’s life these days a lot more difficult than it had to be! Sure she was strong enough to lift a man with the help of two ladies and a little boy, but catching her breath was an entirely different matter! It was no wonder Victorian women fainted all the time!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 12:23 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

After much struggling (and bumping the master into things like corners, steps and railings) the group finally managed to get upstairs – two stories upstairs. Turns out Alphonse does have a set chambers above the Atelier and he lives there. The apartment was elegant and classy, yet small and strictly functional. The bedroom was big, with a big bed under a canopy with curtains… like an Arabian tent. Once they got Alphonse on the bed, Mrs. Keane shooed everyone out of the bedroom in order to undress Alphonse and tuck him into bed.

The apartment had no halls or corridors; the few doors which were mainly the bedroom, bathroom and a study were set around a large multipurpose room with sofas, a table, closets and cupboards, lamps and a large chimney; Persian rugs graced the simple, polished wooden floor. There were small balconies and slanted walls, as they were directly under the mansard of the building. There was a strange system of decorative bronze rods forming a series of levels and holding the lamps. Some hung just above their heads. Perched just above Cheyanne’s head and unnoticed in its silent watch, a large white bird stared at her, fixedly. It was a snowy owl.

The owl eyed her and leaned over to tug her hair a bit.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 12:34 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Being shooed out of Mr. Daupre’s room in to the hall, Cheyanne took the opportunity to view the extravagance of his home. Of course, to them it might not look so fancy, but for her and living with very minimalistic modern furniture, everything here looked so grand!

She was looking at one of the tables and the little trinkets decorating it, when something tugged at her hair. Assuming it was one of the ladies (and wondering why on earth they would tug at her hair. Granted it was shoulder length, but she hardly thought that was short at all.) she turned around to ask what they planned on doing with her until Mr. Daupre was awake. Instead of seeing a person she found herself glancing up at the biggest bird she had ever seen in person! Did owls really get that big?

Cheyanne opened her mouth to scream, but clamped it shut when she realized that would be pretty stupid. Instead she pointed and spoke softly, “There’s an [i]owl[/i] in here!”

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 12:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie made all sorts of gestures to discretely make Cheyanne move away from the bird. The little boy put his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers.

“That’s the master’s owl; she might be hungry,” little Peter said.

The owl casted Cheyanne a look of dignified curiosity that made it look just like Alphonse – well, as much as an owl could resemble a man. It caught a better hold of her hair and showed every intention of climbing down from its perch and onto her head![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 12:50 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne [i]was[/i] trying to follow Marie’s instructions and ease away from the bird, but it had caught her hair up in it’s beak and didn’t seem to want to let go! Wary that she might very well get eaten alive (mother always said she was a mousy girl, owls ate mice, didn’t they?), Cheyanne stood frozen still, hoping the bird would satisfy it’s curiosity and deem her an unworthy meal.

“Who keeps owls in houses free like this? Oh..! Oh.. it’s climbing on me!” she squeeked softly, still hoping not to alarm the owl!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie made some quite ineffective hand-flapping to scare away the owl from a prudent distance!

“Don’t let her get to your shoulder; her claws will make holes in the dress!”

“I’ll find her food,” little Peter said, looking into the cupboards. Meanwhile the owl expressed her disapproval of Cheyanne’s hairspray (probably something she had not encountered before) by giving her skull a gentle but meaningful peck![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:27 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Eeeep! She’s eating me already! Hurry!” Cheyanne raised her hand to protect her head from any more pecking, and hopefully to guide the bird out on to her arm to spare the poor dress Mr. Daupre gave her. Or perhaps so she could hold the bird at an arm length’s distance and save herself! Cheyanne wasn’t really afraid of birds, but owls were large normally wild animals and this one already displayed like for chewing!

“Please don’t chew on me, Mr. Daupre’s owl. I am far from delicious and my hair has many hair care products that couldn’t possibly be edible for birds. Why don’t you take a step on to my hand and not mess up Mr. Daupre’s beautiful dress, okay?” She was trying to reason with an owl. That was bound to be a sign of insanity.

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:32 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Marie hissed at Peter to hurry! Meanwhile, the owl grabbed Cheyanne’s wrist in a well-intentioned attempt to climb onto it, but it deemed her wrist too frail and flapped to keep balance as it had a hold of both her wrist and the bronze bar! The owl shrieked and flapped vigorously![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:38 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Don’t panic! I’m not going to let you drop!” Cheyanne said, possibly a bit more stern than she really intended to. She took a hold of the bronze bar with her fingers, so her wrist and arm would be steady and well braced, and the owl wouldn’t have it’s legs spread apart all willy-nilly. “Crazy thing. You shouldn’t climb on people if you don’t think they can hold you. And for the record I can carry a three year old kid on each arm, so a big fluffy owl would hardly be a workout.”

Unless she was grossly under estimating the size of the owl. She thought it might all be mostly features, but it did feel like it had some weight to it. Cheyanne reached out her other hand to stroke it’s feathered chest and stopped. “I don’t supposed you like being stroked, do you? Cause I won’t touch you if you’re going to bite me.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:56 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Little Peter was back with a sort of cookie, but he was fascinated to see Cheyanne stroke the owl’s chest and didn’t offer the cookie yet.

“She doesn’t let people touch her, unless it’s the Master,” he said with big eyes in wonder. “Awesome!”

“She’s like the Master; they bite when crowded,” Marie said with a wink. Just then the door to the bedroom opened and Mrs. Keane appeared.

“Good Heavens! What are you doing to the owl?!”

But before she could finish saying that, the bird took flight; like a large sweeping white shadow it passed over Mrs. Keane’s head, somehow squeezing herself in flight through the door (her wing span was much wider than the door frame) and darted into the bedroom. Amazingly, her flight was completely silent, as he flapping was barely audible.

Mrs. Keane gasped but kept her cool demeanor – with some visible effort – and turned in alarm, leaving the door open as she moved back into the bedroom. The owl zoomed about and finally landed on Alphonse’s shoulder, who slumped face down with the weight.

“Mphf…”

The owl narrowed her eyes at the group in the threshold. Alphonse was still asleep, maybe comfortable enough under the blankets with his long, white hair loose. It was as white as the owl. The owl nested on him, spreading her chest feathers like a skirt and her wings like a blanket. Her back’s feathers fluffed, making her look even larger as she sat on him like she’d sit on her own eggs. The owl made a strange cooing sound… or maybe choked on something. It was hard to tell.

Then it shrieked.

Alphonse growled but he couldn’t move, so he simply snoozed. Peter snickered and Marie pulled his ear. Mrs. Keane was dismayed.

“We can’t leave her there! She’ll roll on his face and choke him!”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 2:08 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne moved to peek through the doorway, but didn’t enter the room. After all, she wasn’t invited! The owl was amazingly impressively, but she wasn’t too keen on the idea of trying to shoo her away either. She was all fluffed up like a mother nesting her baby chicks!

“You know, if she’s anything like a cat, he’s probably well used to being sat on while he’s sleeping. Surely she wouldn’t smother him?” she said, not being too sure of that herself. The owl [i]was[/i] a great deal bigger than a cat. And maybe he was too soft to swat her away?

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 2:21 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Little Peter still had the sort of cookie in his hand; it smelled like dry meat and… something like barley. Rubbing his ear, he said, “I don’t think she would smother the Master…”

“One never knows,” Marie said, eying the bird back. “She’s too heavy for him to breathe comfortably, I guess.”

Mrs. Keane sighed.

“She will make holes in the blankets…”

The owl was just watching them, and it was obvious it was not going to willingly move. Alphonse curled up. The owl didn’t like it, but it didn’t move. Alphonse pulled the blankets and the owl was forced to get off him. It still sat on the bed next to him, though.

Mrs. Keane worried. “It would be best to get her out of the bedroom…!” She said in a low voice.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 7:59 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Maybe he likes having her in bed too?” Cheyanne suggested. The looks she received must have meant everyone believed otherwise. It was kind of silly the way they were all going on about that bird. They had to have been living with it for some time now and used to this sort of thing! She was sure Mr. Daupre had been sick before. It was comical to think about this happening on a regular basis, and everyone in an uproar to shoo away a giant owl.

“Why don’t you just ask her to leave? Or bribe her! Give her a cookie!” Cheyanne was filled with good suggestions!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 8:15 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Little Peter promptly handed over to Cheyanne the “cookie” he had fetched from the cupboard. “This is a snack,” he explained, rubbing his nose. “It’s soft inside and she can tear it open like a mouse! She likes to gobble them, too. Try giving it to her!”

The owl eyed them, bobbed her head and hit the blankets with the “elbows” of her wings with short shrieks, like demanding food from her mate while sitting on their brood. The Master frowned slightly but didn’t wake up yet, apparently. Marie was quite the amused sight and Mrs. Keane watched like a hawk; obviously the old lady deemed this a proper “test” for the new girl![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 8:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Why do I have to…” she started softly, but it seemed there wasn’t any choice in the matter. Well… okay then! She wasn’t afraid of owls, and the owl was nice enough to her even if it did chew on her hair and tried to sit on her!

Cookie in hand, Cheyanne marched in to the room head held high! Until she reached the bed, where she looked a lot more doubtful of the idea even working. She offered the cookie to the owl. “The women are afraid you’re poking holes in the sheets. How about you come with me and have a snack so Mr. Daupre can sleep off his cold. He’ll do it fine without you babysitting.” Cheyanne offered her arm again. “And I promise I won’t drop you.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 8:41 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

As everyone watched expectingly, the owl seemed to agree. She was at first reluctant to move and kept on hitting the sheets with her “elbows” and giving short shrieks, but when she realized she was going to have to move, the owl moved her head to the sides as to calculate the distance to snatch the cookie from Cheyanne’s hand. Suddenly, she leapt forward, landing on the Master and getting a good grab of his butt with her claws!

That DID wake up Alphonse. He screamed something in French that must have been some sort of obscenity and fussed to get the owl off; the owl leapt lazily flapping over him and landed on Cheyanne’s arm with all her 11 pounds of birdieness and gave a triumphant shriek, demanding her cookie![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 8:56 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne laughed loudly! But in realizing Mr. Daupre probably wouldn’t appreciate the scene as much as she did, she quickly shut her mouth and backed away from the bed with his snowy white owl. The owl was a little heavy, but it wasn’t too much for her to carry on her arm. She offered her it’s cookie reward, and stayed far out of the way of Mr. Daupre’s bed in case he was going to get up and start shouting at the lot of them.

“That’s a good girl. You didn’t have to pounce him like that, though.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 9:28 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse managed to sit on his hip, pulled the sheets off his head and glared at the group – specially the woman with his owl. He still looked kind of disoriented and sleepy from the cold and the pills, he was wearing a nightshirt the keyskeeper had managed to make him wear after undressing him, and despite he was a disheveled man with long white hair falling on his shoulders and on his handsome face, he still managed to stun them to silence.

At least, his staff. Cheyanne was the last one to stop giggling.

Alphonse ran his fingers through his hair to move it away from his face, feeling quite crowded.

“What are you all doing in my…?” He then slowly realized he wasn’t in the Atelier anymore; he was in his room, in bed, not very dressed and his butt itched with the scratches. Alphonse almost scratched it, but he stopped himself on time to keep the shreds of his dignity. “What have you done?!”

“Master Daupre,” Mrs. Keane said, trying to be conciliative and remain cool at the same time, “You fainted from your cold and we brought you upstairs. Sir, you need to re…”

[I]”I am [B]not[/B] sick![/I] It’s unconceivable someone could be in bed at this hour! You better get back to wo…” He tried to get himself out of the bed, but just fussing with the heavy comforters and blankets that spared him a worse hurt to his butt made him dizzy. Mrs. Keane gave a nervous step to him.

“Master Daupre, please do stay in bed. I will bring some medicine for your scratches, if you’d let me check…”

Alphonse stared at her in alarm and frowned again.

“No!” He said. “I am fine.” Fine maybe, but he still didn’t sit on his butt, but on his hip! “Why is she… What have you done to Alba?” He turned his face to Cheyanne and the owl so all his indignation was focused on them for the moment![/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 9:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Pausing in mid stroke of the owl’s snowy feathers, Cheyanne looked offended as Mr. Daupre practically shouted in her direction. It’s not like she captured the owl, the pretty thing hopped on her arm of her own accord!

Instead of speaking directly to him, Cheyanne stroked the owl again and spoke to her instead. “So Alba is your name. That’s very beautiful. I told you, you didn’t have to worry. He’s already awake and in a foul mood at that.” Cheyanne couldn’t help herself, she blinked to return Mr. Daupre’s indignant glaring. “You know, all of your ladies, even your owl are worried and fussing over you, and all you can do is complain that you’re good and healthy. If you’d cut it out and just take a rest maybe you could get back to work a lot quicker.” It was completely unlike Cheyanne to chastise someone, she couldn’t even remember a time when she yelled at anyone! And someone that had offered her a job too! But the man was being a total pain in the rear, and if he’d just shut up and behave he wouldn’t be having such a problem!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 9:58 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was more indignant than ever. No one ever dared to talk to him like that! Her English was a bit confusing and the owl was shamelessly cooperating with the woman!

“I am not a lady,” Little Peter cautiously pointed out.

“How dare you talk to me that way!” Alphonse narrowed his eyes. “I am…” He gave a dignified blink as the dizziness forced him to shift on the bed to prevent -falling- somewhere. “I am fine enough and I do not need to be in bed! I was just… resting my eyes, that is all. AND I DON’T NEED TO JUSTIFY MY BEHAVIOR TO YOU!”

Okay, that was a bit silly. Alphonse brushed a hand past his forehead.

“I am… I just need to rest my eyes a little.”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 10:15 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne winced when he really started bellowing. He really was kind of ferocious when he started screaming! She curled her arm so the owl was closer to her, almost using her as a shield.

“Then shut up and go to sleep, and be happy you have a bed and someone to take care of you!” Cheyanne said, then quickly added, “Alba and I are going to finish our snack, aren’t we?” Taking the bird with her, Cheyanne quickly moved for the door to escape! Mr. Daupre was liable to start throwing things at them with the way he was so moody!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 10:29 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse opened his eyes wide.

“You are mean and rude, and you are kidnapping my owl!” He said. He sounded very surprised. “Stop her!”

The group was too stunned to say anything, but little Peter finally managed to wag a finger at Cheyanne.

“Don’t kidnap the owl; she’s holy!” He explained, since Cheyanne seemed kinda lost. Marie put her hands on her hips.

“Master Daupre,” she said; her face was a bit red and flustered. “She has tried to help you, and M… -we- asked her to move the owl off your back! Please just have some rest. You need it!”

Alphonse frowned. He was sleepier by the minute but he still was quite indignant.

“Alba shouldn’t go downstairs…” He brushed his hand past his forehead again.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 10:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Stopping suddenly at the door, Cheyanne whirled around at the accusation! “I wasn’t.. I wasn’t trying to kidnap your owl!” Of all the rotten things to say! Calling her mean and rude, and topping it off by calling her a thief! All she wanted to do was be useful and go home, but this entire place was all backwards and chaotic!

Something seemed to have finally snapped, as the realization that she were so far out of her reality that she didn’t even know what she was doing in this one room let alone the city finally hit her. Cheyanne gave a choked sob as she held the bird away from her, as to not get her wet and tried to brush away the sudden tears! “I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” was all she could seem to say as she cried, and she couldn’t seem to make herself stop!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 10:56 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Everyone was glaring at him. Alphonse was not too sure why, though. He looked again and saw Cheyanne was crying and saying she was sorry.

“…” He had not expected her to apologize, but he could at least take it graciously and hold back the urge to scratch the scratches on his butt. Alphonse sighed.

“I am sorry, too,” he said. Indeed, he was sorry about his butt, his headache and the terrible state of his health. Maybe he was a little sorry about her too despite she was prolly responsible for his hurt butt, and then she laughed at him. “Alright, I will… sleep. Mrs. Keane, take care of Miss Fowler’s needs; get her a bed and some…” He looked at the window and saw it was black. “… dinner. Don’t let Alba loose downstairs and yes, you all may leave.” Alphonse pulled his blankets looking -slightly- defeated and quite exhausted.[/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 11:31 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne allowed herself to be led away, still trying to get back her composure and not stand around crying like a big baby! She still had the snowy white owl, for well, the owl wasn’t moving and she didn’t want to be mean and shake her off if she were comfortable!

“I don’t know why everything has to be so complicated.” Cheyanne uttered between sniffles. “I missed work today. I’m probably going to get fired, and when I finally go back home, I won’t have a job and can’t pay my bills and I’ll.. I’ll have to move in with my sister and her family!” The thought of that had her sniffling all over again!

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Azul Morag – Jun 19, 2008 at 11:52 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse rubbed his butt once they left his room, but he could still hear them talk as they left, and Cheyanne was crying and complaining. Alphonse for one, didn’t blame her. For some reason, he was convinced she was sincere (yet he still wondered if she was an actress). Alphonse rubbed his butt, feeling terribly sore. He curled up with a pillow and soon was asleep like a rock.[/dotted]

[dash]Mrs. Keane was not fond of women of easy tears, but she decided to give the strange stranger some credit; after all, Miss Fowler seemed to have had a most disturbing day. Mrs. Keane counted her very lucky to have met the Master and not some pimp or anything worse. She reckoned Miss Fowler was a peasant girl or in the very least, a girl from the countryside who had lost her way (and her belongings) in the city. Marie prudently kept Cheyanne’s original undies hidden from Mrs. Keane; those were so… [I]extraordinary[/I] that surely the old woman would change her opinions for the worse if she saw them. Marie prepared a bed for Cheyanne in a common bedroom for female employees, where about six beds lined, three against each opposing wall.

“It’s only the two of us in this room tonight,” she explained. “You’ll have some rest after dinner… but she can’t stay here,” she said, pointing to the owl. “You have to take it back to the Master’s room! I’ll go with you after you eat, he’ll be asleep and really, he isn’t a bad man, he was just sick and startled…”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sat down slowly, and with one last sniffle realized she still had Alba perched on her arm. It was amazing she balance the owl without a second thought while she was so busy feeling utterly sorry for herself. And she shouldn’t! Because she wasn’t [i]really[/i] lost, right? Someone had helped her and she wasn’t out wandering the streets cold and miserable. Having Mr. Daupre screaming at her while he’s sick with a fever and not thinking right was a lot better than that.

“You’re right… Even though it was sort of odd to buy a strange woman’s clothes.” she admitted softly, having stilled all her crying. Cheyanne was stroking Alba again. The fluffy white owl was a lot of comfort. She never expected something like that from a bird!

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Azul Morag – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:36 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=151][b]Marie[/b]

Marie smiled. “Are you feeling better? I’ll have dinner with you, but we have to go downstairs…” She blinked at the owl. “We’ll have to take her back first. The Master should be asleep; it won’t be a problem. How odd she seems to like you! Don’t get me wrong; it’s just she -never- allows people other than the Master to touch her. I think it’s a good sign,” Marie said, fluffing a pillow. “Since the avatar of his house goddess likes you, the Master won’t be too mad at you in the morning!”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne nodded slowly in reply, taking another skeptical look at the owl. Avatar of the house goddess? That wasn’t as strange as the bird taking to her so easily. Cheyanne loved animals, but she never really thought she was all that great with them.

Standing again, Cheyanne was careful not jostle Alba. “I guess it’s best to take her back then. But Mrs. Keane didn’t want her in Mr. Daupre’s room? I think I’ve had enough of being yelled at tonight.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:04 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie laughed.

“Mrs. Keane doesn’t like Alba, that is all! Alba always is with the Master. She was in his room because the Museum doesn’t admit animals, even if they are avatars. Granted, I wouldn’t know if he keeps her in his bedroom… but she does fine in the rest of his apartments. All those perches and rod decorations you saw are for her. Besides, she must be hungry and he has food for her upstairs.”

Marie eyed the dress.

“Mind you, that is a very expensive dress… You are lucky she hasn’t dropped on you. Then we’ll check your arm for scratches and you’ll have to wash your arms right away if she’s scratched you. The Master always wears a leather cuff and a shoulderpiece to carry her because her claws are sharp. Her wings are not trimmed either, and if she finds the door downstairs only the Master can call her back!”

Alba shook herself, making Cheyanne stagger a bit. Alba then fluffed up and shrieked.

Marie blinked.

“She has a way to call him, too.”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 9:08 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked at the owl again. “I think every is underestimating how smart she is. I suppose if she could talk she’d say all sorts of interesting things!” If dogs and cats could save people’s lives and act like people, there’s no reason why a snowy white owl couldn’t do the same. Especially if she were an avatar of a god?

She started walking with Alba on her arm, letting Marie lead the way back to Mr. Daupre’s rooms. “What do you mean by avatar of the god? Are your gods animals?” she questioned, finding herself curious about the whole thing. She knew the Native Americans had a religious culture depicting animals as spirit guides or gods, maybe it was the same thing?

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Azul Morag – Jun 20, 2008 at 9:45 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked. Where was this woman from? She was not corset-trained and she didn’t know about the gods, either?

“Well, yes and no. Each household has a family god, which takes the form of an animal; but household avatars are not the gods themselves, just representatives. Anyone can have a pet; but an avatar requires a special license because some of them are wild animals that require special care, training and expert handlers. The Master is the head of his household, so he keeps Alba here with him.”

They reached the stairs and went back two stories up to the Mansard; Alphonse’s apartments occupied all the space there. Marie opened the door cautiously.

“The bedroom door is still closed; he must be asleep…”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 11:21 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne stepped inside, Alba sitting carefully on her arm. She wouldn’t want to disturb Mr. Daupre, so she took Alba to one of her perches and tried to ease her carefully on to bar without giving her a jostle or any prodding. “Here we go, Alba. You stay here in your rooms close to Mr. Daupre. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Azul Morag – Jun 20, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Alba hopped onto one of the bars and climbed a bit higher, then made that strange cooing sound again, bobbing her head and staring at Alphonse’s bedroom door. Marie sighed.

“I hope she’ll be quiet and he will sleep. She sleeps during the night and is awake through the day… Snowy owls are diurnal. Let us go… You need rest, too.”

After leaving some food for the owl on a dish, Marie led Cheyanne out and downstairs to the kitchen.[/dashed]

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