She stalked down the street huffily, despite her constricting skirts buffeting against the wind. Her husband was having another bad night, and Ginevra felt she'd scream if she had to bear his morose company all evening. She'd summoned the valet to rush her into town.
The streets were quiet - everything was quiet compared to the London life she
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And, incidentally, face to face with a slight and harried-looking man on his way out, who swears reflexively, and then backs up a step. "Sorry," he says, and offers a hand to steady her if necessary.
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She looks out the window in confusion, expecting to see the warm lights of her hometown, but any view of the outside has been muddied by a sudden and steady rain.
Her dark eyes turn warily back towards the man she has encountered, as she wondered if that last sherry she indulged before she left WAS one too many. Though she is nearly his physical match, she gropes back toward the door "Excuse me, I must have -- wrong place..."
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"Does this Mansion have drinks?" She asks congenially, despite her sketchy feelings at the situation.
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(Typist OOC: If Mordred = John Stamos, I'm in love with the bastard.<-- hardy har har)
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typist: *SHIFTY EYES*
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