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thessalian) wrote2011-08-06 03:56 pm
thessalian) wrote2011-08-06 03:56 pm
When CLEAN ALL THE THINGS! Pays Off
Look, sorting through the amount of stuff that got left at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo's place takes time. And sometimes things get more or less tidied into corners and then go entirely by the wayside until one early afternoon, one crawls out of bed, looks at that box for the hundredth time, and snaps.
CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!
Well, most of the things. It'll do, anyway. The point of all this is that I found something particularly nostalgia-inducing in one of the remaining boxes. I happened to open up a tiny notebook, wondering if there was enough blank page to merit keeping it, when I noticed a couple of tiny sheets of paper with notes written on them in two separate handwritings. The context told me the who, the what and the why; at some point during my tenure in the 7th Sea game, the party went to the opera and nearly got blown up as a prelude to Rilasciare revolutionary mishegoss. Anyway, before the plot happened, somehow Alison and Pietro got to having a whispered conversation that came out in note form while something else was going. So, for your entertainment (particularly that ofnezumi_sama ... a series of notes.
A little codex first:
Alison: Started as a whore from Avalon (England equivalent) Did not precisely end that way. Still, she liked her job.
Pietro: Decadent nobleman from Vodacce (Italy equivalent). More than a bit of a skirt chaser, but, much like Zevran Arainai or Cap'n Jack Harkness, would shag anything if it was gorgeous enough.
Francine: She was from Montaigne (France equivalent); bastard-born to a nobleman and gave herself serious airs.
Axel: Big hulking knight from Eisen (Germany equivalent); not exactly bright but great with a weapon. Romantically involved with Francine's twin sister.
Richard: Avalon bard; absolutely gorgeous and just a little clueless. I think Pietro and Alison had something of a bet going as to who could get him into bed. I know Alison won.
Alison: Aw... Now I can't stealthily molest you during the opera if it gets dull.
Pietro: But I can (erm, molest you that is, not anything else).
Alison: How good's your night vision? You might wind up getting Francine!
Pietro: I think I'd notice. As long as I don't accidentally get Axel.
Alison: You WOULDN'T notice getting Axel?
Pietro: Maybe not. Haven't noticed how well endowed he is/isn't.
Alison: I could find out, if you like...
Pietro: I DARE YOU! >:-)
Alison: I'd make you a wager but you have no money. Besides, Francine would kill. Still, I am curious... Want to know about Richard?
Pietro: Why don't I do it and pretend it was you?
Alison: Why don't I do him and pretend it was you?
Pietro: GO FOR IT!
...Ah, memories.
dodgyhoodoo's place takes time. And sometimes things get more or less tidied into corners and then go entirely by the wayside until one early afternoon, one crawls out of bed, looks at that box for the hundredth time, and snaps.CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!
Well, most of the things. It'll do, anyway. The point of all this is that I found something particularly nostalgia-inducing in one of the remaining boxes. I happened to open up a tiny notebook, wondering if there was enough blank page to merit keeping it, when I noticed a couple of tiny sheets of paper with notes written on them in two separate handwritings. The context told me the who, the what and the why; at some point during my tenure in the 7th Sea game, the party went to the opera and nearly got blown up as a prelude to Rilasciare revolutionary mishegoss. Anyway, before the plot happened, somehow Alison and Pietro got to having a whispered conversation that came out in note form while something else was going. So, for your entertainment (particularly that of
nezumi_sama ... a series of notes.A little codex first:
Alison: Started as a whore from Avalon (England equivalent) Did not precisely end that way. Still, she liked her job.
Pietro: Decadent nobleman from Vodacce (Italy equivalent). More than a bit of a skirt chaser, but, much like Zevran Arainai or Cap'n Jack Harkness, would shag anything if it was gorgeous enough.
Francine: She was from Montaigne (France equivalent); bastard-born to a nobleman and gave herself serious airs.
Axel: Big hulking knight from Eisen (Germany equivalent); not exactly bright but great with a weapon. Romantically involved with Francine's twin sister.
Richard: Avalon bard; absolutely gorgeous and just a little clueless. I think Pietro and Alison had something of a bet going as to who could get him into bed. I know Alison won.
Alison: Aw... Now I can't stealthily molest you during the opera if it gets dull.
Pietro: But I can (erm, molest you that is, not anything else).
Alison: How good's your night vision? You might wind up getting Francine!
Pietro: I think I'd notice. As long as I don't accidentally get Axel.
Alison: You WOULDN'T notice getting Axel?
Pietro: Maybe not. Haven't noticed how well endowed he is/isn't.
Alison: I could find out, if you like...
Pietro: I DARE YOU! >:-)
Alison: I'd make you a wager but you have no money. Besides, Francine would kill. Still, I am curious... Want to know about Richard?
Pietro: Why don't I do it and pretend it was you?
Alison: Why don't I do him and pretend it was you?
Pietro: GO FOR IT!
...Ah, memories.