Napoleon has arrived and is most pleased. From bocadelinferno
Traditionally, vampires and demons find Halloween to be tacky and don't attack on this night, so in that spirit, I decided to throw the gala of all galas. Though, it's not hasty to say that preparing for gigs as it were, is not my specialty.
I had some ideas of course. I wanted it to be extravagant and lavish, so I spoke to someone who had been to a lot of parties, to my knowledge, in the past and that very person was Cassie.
Budgetary concerns were not an issue, I had told her, although I did mention that going extraneously overboard might delve slightly into her salary. Point made, I cleared away from the Estate for a few days, wanting it to be a surprise even to me. There had been the nagging certainty that I perhaps, should have checked things out before arriving, but I trusted Cassie, who was a faithful watcher, with a vivacious soul.
I arrived the day of the party and I must say...that whomever that she hired to cater this thing had done a spectacular job. If the turnout was just right, this would be a memorable evening and I was sure that most of the girls and the watchers would be here. Night was quickly this way coming, and I hadn't transformed myself through my costume.
I slid away and spent nearly an hour putting on the costume, and applying makeup. Confident that I had hit all of the right notes, I grabbed the plastic sword, albeit that in the world that we lived in, I very much contemplated using a real one, and sought to find Cassie and pull her aside for a lecture of very good job, and what did this cost.
Our guests had already started to arrive. Well, in the strictest of meanings, most of them probably wouldn't be guests, although some of them were surely quite likely to bring people who had no reson to be here during the normal day to day operations. The offices were small, but if my acumen was high, I reasoned that Cassie would be waiting for me to give her my praise, or a tongue-lashing.
I opened the door and saw her. If it were not for my height, I was certain that she wouldn't recognize me, but my voice and my lanky size made any costume a dead give-away, virtually, short of covering my face and even then, trickeration probably was not in the cards for me. I chose to be ironic, not having very much respect for the French, by in large, and not leading an army of men to take over different empires, although I did lead an army, as some would see it.
Deciding to play the role, I decided to speak French to open things with Cassie, although I had no idea if her studies of Gushundi and Aramaic led her to actually study live and current languages of the Earth. Her costume was unique, although I noticed immediately that it was her, primarily because she was in her office.
"Tres bien, mademoiselle Robson. La Soiree est grandiose. Emperor Bonaparte est tres amuse"
She studied me. Bloody hell. I chose the safe side. "Very well done, Miss Robson. The party is extravagant, and Emperor Bonaparte is pleased, the perfect notes were hit. How much did this cost?"
Okay, so not everything festive was on my mind. Money was, money was important too.
[Cassie]
I had some ideas of course. I wanted it to be extravagant and lavish, so I spoke to someone who had been to a lot of parties, to my knowledge, in the past and that very person was Cassie.
Budgetary concerns were not an issue, I had told her, although I did mention that going extraneously overboard might delve slightly into her salary. Point made, I cleared away from the Estate for a few days, wanting it to be a surprise even to me. There had been the nagging certainty that I perhaps, should have checked things out before arriving, but I trusted Cassie, who was a faithful watcher, with a vivacious soul.
I arrived the day of the party and I must say...that whomever that she hired to cater this thing had done a spectacular job. If the turnout was just right, this would be a memorable evening and I was sure that most of the girls and the watchers would be here. Night was quickly this way coming, and I hadn't transformed myself through my costume.
I slid away and spent nearly an hour putting on the costume, and applying makeup. Confident that I had hit all of the right notes, I grabbed the plastic sword, albeit that in the world that we lived in, I very much contemplated using a real one, and sought to find Cassie and pull her aside for a lecture of very good job, and what did this cost.
Our guests had already started to arrive. Well, in the strictest of meanings, most of them probably wouldn't be guests, although some of them were surely quite likely to bring people who had no reson to be here during the normal day to day operations. The offices were small, but if my acumen was high, I reasoned that Cassie would be waiting for me to give her my praise, or a tongue-lashing.
I opened the door and saw her. If it were not for my height, I was certain that she wouldn't recognize me, but my voice and my lanky size made any costume a dead give-away, virtually, short of covering my face and even then, trickeration probably was not in the cards for me. I chose to be ironic, not having very much respect for the French, by in large, and not leading an army of men to take over different empires, although I did lead an army, as some would see it.
Deciding to play the role, I decided to speak French to open things with Cassie, although I had no idea if her studies of Gushundi and Aramaic led her to actually study live and current languages of the Earth. Her costume was unique, although I noticed immediately that it was her, primarily because she was in her office.
"Tres bien, mademoiselle Robson. La Soiree est grandiose. Emperor Bonaparte est tres amuse"
She studied me. Bloody hell. I chose the safe side. "Very well done, Miss Robson. The party is extravagant, and Emperor Bonaparte is pleased, the perfect notes were hit. How much did this cost?"
Okay, so not everything festive was on my mind. Money was, money was important too.
[Cassie]