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For linguistic deprivation to look at all political, as opposed to purely accidental, requires more than that someone benefits from the bias thereby introduced. Deprivation in the political context implies that someone else is responsible for imposing the limitation, for withholding that those deprived are seen as lacking. Linguistic deprivation ( Read more... )
Lady Rust didn't regret her unwise choice of partner too much, though, given that she had caught Ronald getting fitted for cowls again only the other evening, and robes were ridiculously expensive these days, the city having rather a shortage of conspicuously uncapitalized seeamstresses.
Mrs. Palm, as if reading her thoughts, smiled pleasantly at her from across the table and said, without breaking eye contact, "More gin, Sara?"
"Please," said Sara, mid-snort. Lady Rust decided to take drastic measures, and intercepted the little bottle. Sara made a displeased sound, but Lady Rust had already emptied it into her own glass, which was that, really. If she was going to clean up any vomit this evening, it was damn well going to be her own, and she was going to have enjoyed it thoroughly, first.
"Cheers," she said, and they entered on the fifth trick with the synchronized faint gurgling of distinctly unladylike swallows(1).
(1) Excepting Sarah, who hiccuped, instead.
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♥♥♥ FLAILS AT YOOOOOOOOOOOOU! ♥♥♥
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It's a sensible marriage, I think.
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<3
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AND THEN, LO, THERE WILL BE, idk, EXPLOSIONS OR SOMETHING.
I know because it's already happened at least once. :'D
And the nicest thing about Lady Rust is that she doesn't exist, in canon. Or, well, her existence is strongly implied, given mention of an Heir, but you know, she is not named, she does not appear, &c. Lots of room to play, which I know is your specialty. 8D
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-- *twitch* --
DON'T DO THAT TO ME, I ALREADY HAVE TOO MUCH ON THE GO, DO YOU EVER WANT TO GET OUT OF THE BARROWDOWNS? :'D
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:)
Let's just say I would be willing to rearrange my travel plans and get out the tent, if necessary, hm? Plus, it is such a joy to see you writhe.
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:S
YOU ARE SO ~MEAN~ :'(
(dammit, but I kind of do want to write AM's society ladies having ~FUN~ together now and doing ridiculous stuff and being amused by their clueless husbands, and I'm not sure how much that's just my tendency to get ~DISTRACTED~ by things when I should be doing other things WOE IS ME ekcetra)
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:)))
I am being cruel to be kind. Well. Actually, the other way around, more or less. But it's an aphorism, innit? which ought to count for something.
(It's not just a tendency to get distracted! It is a natural and healthsome urge, did I not my own self succumb to it? (They could cross paths with Cheery Littlebottom and Angua and Sally and Tawny whilst bar-hopping, just IMAGINE the Ensuing that would, well, ensue!))
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:'(
You are a most accomplished shoulder-demon and I salute you for it.
(And yes, yes you did. Although you don't yet seem to have succumbed satisfactorily to the Holmes crack impulse I was trying to inculcate. *accusing squint* (STOPPITSTOPPIT hmph. I mean. The world does not need more fanfic set in AM!))
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:)))))))))))))))
I have no idea what you're talking about, naturally, but I'll take the salute, it might come in handy.
(Well, that's because it's so much easier to pop out two paragraphs of Lady Rust contemplating her nosediving chances of winning than it is to write a full-length piece of delicious Holmesian crack. Besides, I am so very contrary. (Well, then. They could be with their ambassadoring husbands. In Lancre, perhaps. Trying scumble. Being thoroughly disapproved of by the resident witches, in a pass-the-cards-I-say-I-do-believe-I-have-a-Mr.-Onion sort of way, with bonus fashion advice for Mz. Esmeralda. That sort of thing. ...No?))
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Oh, and before I forget, another Nice Person admired your Luthien icon this morning. Such a nice icon. *pets it* :'D
*departs*
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