WHO: Giselle WHAT: Instead of writing in her newfound journal, Giselle would rather wander around and ask people odd questions. WHERE: EVERYWHERE. Giselle is wandering aimlessly. WHEN: Early evening.
"Then we find a hotel and ask one of the supervisors there. Oh my, but this like an old Western Fantasy place, right? So it's probably something smaller like an inn..."
Jennifer kept looking around in the dark streets for anything that might look like a place to stay. Then, she turned back to Giselle. "Why don't you pick, sweetie? We'll start bright and early tomorrow morning!"
"Oh!" She beamed happily at the man, positively brimming with delight. "You will help me find my prince?!" She hadn't even heard a word of what the sweet lady had said, and simply swiftly moved around in fromt of her to grab the man's free hand with her own, so that she had firm grasp on both of them (really, though, that bulky puff of a weeding dress of hers probably added more to the air of 'closeness' and 'invasion of personal space' than she did.) "I do thank you so much, again. I can not explain how much this means to me. I'm sure you will be rewarded greatly for you help. We will be friends forever!"
She finally released the man's hand as she spotted an inn and pointed in its direction before starting toward it. "This looks like a wonderful, don't you think?! So quaint~"
"Alrighty then, Ori-kun, Gize-chan, let's see what they can tell us..." Jennifer walked into the establishment, pushing the other two people ahead of her. "Good evening, sir, might you be able to get us a room - well, I suppose that should be two rooms - for the evening and how are we to pay for it?"
The man blinked, confused. "Pay? Madam, you're not from the city, are you? Ergo, you are a guest of Queen Immaculada while you are staying in Rivelata and therefore do not have to pay for the rooms."
Jennifer finally released the two other people and slammed her hands down on the counter-top excitedly. "Oh my but that is just too generous! And this Queen you speak of, well I guess she really must be in charge here which means that my son will be on his way shortly to discuss diplomacy with her! I'm just sure of it!"
The old man jumped back in his seat, but offered up two keys. "I would take what generosity you can get out of the Queen these days, madam, for she is surely not in the best of spirits."
Taking the keys, Jennifer looked puzzled. "Whatever do you mean? Did something happen to her?"
"Oh not the Queen herself, no," he replied, "but she hosted this wonderful event and some newcomers just barged right in and slaughtered many of her guards, or so I heard, as they attempted to defend her."
She frowned at the man's bad temper and shook a 'no-no' finger at him. "You're not being very nice again," she gently scolded him. "Such language and tone is unbecoming of a gentleman! Perhaps you haven't found your One True Love, yet? Is that why you're so angry?"
As she tried to enter the inn after the other two, she got ... well, she got a little stuck. it seemed the door wasn't wide enough for her dress, though she couldn't begin to fathom how. She'd had less trouble on that ship, she ... thought. As she tried to force herself through, a loud rip was heard, and as Jennifer let her hand go, Giselle flew through the doorway and rolled onto her back on the floor. ...Her hoop skirt, the wonderful thing, was left propped against the door outside, and Giselle giggled nervously at her mishap. "Oops~"
He couldn't take it any more. The princess was hopeless, and Jennifer seemed to be able to do well enough on her own. This situation would of been a lot easier to handle if he had brought more opium with him. At the rate this place was driving him crazy, he would need MUCH more.
"I'm not nice! And I'm not a gentleman! Listen lady, if you need REAL help, write in your diary to someone who cares!" Oriya pushed his pipe between his lips. He hadn't lit it yet, but even the action was comforting- the promise of sweet relxation in the horizon. "I'm out of here. Good luck, and don't trust any doctors." The Samurai pushed the hoopskirt out of the door frame, and got the hell out before either of them could grab him again.
Jennifer kept looking around in the dark streets for anything that might look like a place to stay. Then, she turned back to Giselle. "Why don't you pick, sweetie? We'll start bright and early tomorrow morning!"
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She finally released the man's hand as she spotted an inn and pointed in its direction before starting toward it. "This looks like a wonderful, don't you think?! So quaint~"
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The man blinked, confused. "Pay? Madam, you're not from the city, are you? Ergo, you are a guest of Queen Immaculada while you are staying in Rivelata and therefore do not have to pay for the rooms."
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The old man jumped back in his seat, but offered up two keys. "I would take what generosity you can get out of the Queen these days, madam, for she is surely not in the best of spirits."
Taking the keys, Jennifer looked puzzled. "Whatever do you mean? Did something happen to her?"
"Oh not the Queen herself, no," he replied, "but she hosted this wonderful event and some newcomers just barged right in and slaughtered many of her guards, or so I heard, as they attempted to defend her."
And for a moment Jennifer was silent.
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As she tried to enter the inn after the other two, she got ... well, she got a little stuck. it seemed the door wasn't wide enough for her dress, though she couldn't begin to fathom how. She'd had less trouble on that ship, she ... thought. As she tried to force herself through, a loud rip was heard, and as Jennifer let her hand go, Giselle flew through the doorway and rolled onto her back on the floor. ...Her hoop skirt, the wonderful thing, was left propped against the door outside, and Giselle giggled nervously at her mishap. "Oops~"
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The princess was hopeless, and Jennifer seemed to be able to do well enough on her own. This situation would of been a lot easier to handle if he had brought more opium with him. At the rate this place was driving him crazy, he would need MUCH more.
"I'm not nice! And I'm not a gentleman! Listen lady, if you need REAL help, write in your diary to someone who cares!" Oriya pushed his pipe between his lips. He hadn't lit it yet, but even the action was comforting- the promise of sweet relxation in the horizon. "I'm out of here. Good luck, and don't trust any doctors." The Samurai pushed the hoopskirt out of the door frame, and got the hell out before either of them could grab him again.
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