Monday, December 8th 1952
[After all, it surely can't be a good idea to keep the King of the Underworld waiting on you, especially if you owe him. You simply can't be sure what might happen if you leave it too long!
Which is why Giselle has managed to rustle up, from somewhere, a plate of scotch eggs. And by 'rustle up', we mean 'make'. And by 'plate' we mean, unfortunately, 'two', because that's as far as her rations went. But it should at least be something, right? To see that Giselle wasn't impressed with the rations would be a bit much, but she certainly could be happier, and from Giselle that's something in itself. So... she got creative. Which is how she's managed to get together a slightly obscure recipe of boiled eggs wrapped in sausagemeat (or, at least, meat that's been made down to the consistency of sausagemeat) and covered in breadcrumbs, then baked. She might need to be in the canteen more often this week, but she'll cope with that.
Unfortunately, a lack of money has meant a lack of needle and thread, and the local rats and pigeons have been proving spectacularly un-useful in helping her out. So she's dressed pretty much as she was when she arrived, just a little less cold. And there's a shower here as well! All right, so it needs a bit of a sprucing up, but it still means that there are pipes that get water from somewhere, and one has to hope that Giselle's singing in the shower doesn't get too annoying. Because she will sing.
Anyway, she hasn't braved washing her hair this morning in particular, so there's no risk of it freezing from the cold at least. Besides, with very long hair? It's just not worth it. So looking almost entirely the same as on her first day, save a bit more comfortable here, Giselle's going to make her way down the corridor to see if anyone's in Apartment Five this morning, so that she can give them some food. Giselle quite likes cooking for people, after all.
Sooooooo she's going to head down the corridor and knock on the door to say hello.]
"Flonne? King Laharl? Is anybody there?"
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[And a little while later she'll be heading upstairs, sans food, to see if Alphonse is all right. She's heard that something very strange is going on with there being two of him or something, so she just wants to make sure that he's okay, really.
But unfortunately... nobody told her which room on the second floor was the clinic. So mostly she's going to stand there looking a bit confused.]
"I... oh dear..."
Which is why Giselle has managed to rustle up, from somewhere, a plate of scotch eggs. And by 'rustle up', we mean 'make'. And by 'plate' we mean, unfortunately, 'two', because that's as far as her rations went. But it should at least be something, right? To see that Giselle wasn't impressed with the rations would be a bit much, but she certainly could be happier, and from Giselle that's something in itself. So... she got creative. Which is how she's managed to get together a slightly obscure recipe of boiled eggs wrapped in sausagemeat (or, at least, meat that's been made down to the consistency of sausagemeat) and covered in breadcrumbs, then baked. She might need to be in the canteen more often this week, but she'll cope with that.
Unfortunately, a lack of money has meant a lack of needle and thread, and the local rats and pigeons have been proving spectacularly un-useful in helping her out. So she's dressed pretty much as she was when she arrived, just a little less cold. And there's a shower here as well! All right, so it needs a bit of a sprucing up, but it still means that there are pipes that get water from somewhere, and one has to hope that Giselle's singing in the shower doesn't get too annoying. Because she will sing.
Anyway, she hasn't braved washing her hair this morning in particular, so there's no risk of it freezing from the cold at least. Besides, with very long hair? It's just not worth it. So looking almost entirely the same as on her first day, save a bit more comfortable here, Giselle's going to make her way down the corridor to see if anyone's in Apartment Five this morning, so that she can give them some food. Giselle quite likes cooking for people, after all.
Sooooooo she's going to head down the corridor and knock on the door to say hello.]
"Flonne? King Laharl? Is anybody there?"
-----
[And a little while later she'll be heading upstairs, sans food, to see if Alphonse is all right. She's heard that something very strange is going on with there being two of him or something, so she just wants to make sure that he's okay, really.
But unfortunately... nobody told her which room on the second floor was the clinic. So mostly she's going to stand there looking a bit confused.]
"I... oh dear..."