nine and forty. sing-song-spam!

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica and Sexby are walking through the halls. They're just having a nice little stroll - nothing fancy. They converse as they walk, speaking of inmates and insomnia, but mainly the flood and the songs they have been treated to thus far

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[naughtbutlife]

[Where was the humiliation? No, seriously, where was it?

Instead Angelica puts her hand to her breast, smiling as she dramatically leans against a wall and looks away from him.]

New and a bit alarming!
Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

[Eyelash flutter. She turns back to look at him.]

True, that he's no Prince Charming
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see!

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica gives a little swoon and begins to fan herself. Though the egg thing...didn't they know someone who did that?]

Look there he goes
Isn't he dreamy?
Monsieur Sexby [Monsieur?]
Oh he's so cute!

[She twirls a little as she runs along, finding another wall to lean against and swoon.]

Be still my heart
I'm hardly breathing!
He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica giggles stupidly as she reached out to tug his beard.

And then she huffs. Clearly there's now a change in song. She's almost repulsed by his appearance. Angelica walks off a little aimlessly, looking off into the distance.]

"Madame Sexby!
Can't you just see it? [Eyeroll.]
"Madame Sexby!"
His "little wife" [She huffs and puts her hands on her hips.]
No sir! Not me!
I guarantee it

[And then she runs off. Lord knows where. She's just moving forward...dramatically.]

I want much more than this provincial life!

[naughtbutlife]

[Drama drama. Angelica has no idea what she's doing, but she sits herself down on the stairs and sighs.

Sense. This whole thing makes none. And yet...she can't seem to stop herself.]

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
I want it more than I can tell!

[Hand in her chin, she looks to Sexby.]

And for once it might be grand
To have someone understand
I want so much more than they've got planned...

[And then she feels like the song inside of her is...dying? Winding down? Something a lot like that. Angelica blinks and shakes her head. It hurts just a little.]

You know, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before...

[naughtbutlife]

[Her head really hurts, but at least she doesn't want to sing anymore. No. Now she wants to cry, or perhaps laugh.

No, definitely cry.]

Gaston. The eggs. And did you....a paw? Did you mention having a paw?

[Angelica whimpers just a little and hauls herself up to her feet. She pulls her husband up as well. There's a common room nearby, and a couch, and maybe they can just sit there and not have anything else happen to them for a good long while.]

[naughtbutlife]

[There. Couch. Angelica pushes her husband towards the nearest settee, then gives him a nudge forward before she herself flops down on it.] Oh. There was a beast. Good. Then we are only slightly less mad.

[She stares at him for a second and then just closes her eyes. Sleep. Yes. Sleep before she lets herself burst into tears of exhaustion and humiliation at having sung.]

[naughtbutlife]

[And there they shall remain, passed out on the couch of a common room for all to poke, annoy, and/or draw on.]

c:

[aintnothingfair]

[John's generally trying to avoid this whole singing thing because he sounds like a dying coyote when he sings. And lo and behold he comes across the Sexbys.]

Edward?