† 21st downfall {accidentally dictated}

[milanobutterfly]

Oh dear... [Caterina frowns as she looks down at her gloves.] I got jam all over my gloves.

Father Tres, will you be a dear and get me another pair?

[ooc; Bug her over the journals or in person!]

Comments

[machineish]

Positive, Duchess Milan.

[Fetches the gloves immediately.]

[milanobutterfly]

Thank you, Father Tres. [She'll put them back on after she has some more toast.]

[alessergoddess]

[seriously. get new gloves over a little jam? oh you people. feel free to hear that sigh.]

[milanobutterfly]

[Like you wouldn't do the same if you had Baybars here.] Can I help you?

[alessergoddess]

[Would not! He'd wash them not replace them, clearly.] Actually yes. I have a request that I forgot to mention before.

[milanobutterfly]

[I have a robot not a giant black man. Therefore he gets new gloves.] Ah Seth! What is it?

Dictated

[i_barnabas]

[Alright. He's not normally one to contact complete strangers, but, well, wasn't everyone a stranger here? And besides, this was just beginning to get too odd. His voice sounds puzzled, but polite. And vaguely amused.]

Have I missed some sort of jam festival? There seems to be an overabundance of journal entries relating to the topic.

Dictated

[milanobutterfly]

Not to my knowledge. That's very strange if the other residents are all speaking about it.

Re: Dictated

[i_barnabas]

It is rather odd. Hence, my inquiry.

[A Pause]

Forgive me, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Barnabas Collins.

Dictated

[milanobutterfly]

Well I will leave it to you to solve the mystery, hm?

It's a pleasure Mr. Collins. My name is Caterina Sfoza.