Title: A New World (pt3.1)
Date: Aug 4, 2008 at 8:04 AM
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]
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 not 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. This 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]
Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 8:54 AM
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.
Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 9:27 AM
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.”
Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 10:10 AM
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!
Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Well if that 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!”
Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2008 at 12:00 AM
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.
Divinatas – Aug 13, 2008 at 6:46 PM
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?”
Azul Morag – Aug 15, 2008 at 2:37 AM
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.”
Divinatas – Aug 19, 2008 at 5:47 PM
“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.