(mingler) Happier stories the failed one said

[trolololdamsel]

It's a very average day at the Mansion, and Maledisant is bored. She's wandering the halls, looking for someone who might entertain her, but what she finds is far more entertaining than an unsuspecting Mansion resident

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[skepticalmagic]

Oh, how wonderful. After Fuchsia's unwarranted attack, Morgana can hardly feel sympathy for laughing at Fuchsia's rather terrible poetry.

She would be less amused if she knew who provided the opportunity for public viewing.

Right now, she's snickering at the attempt at art.

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant was having a good day, but seeing Morgana ruins it completely.

Her smile disappears.

"Were you the one who wrote those?" she asks, haughtily.

Fuchsia Groan could always be a pen name. You never know.

[skepticalmagic]

Well, that's a good laugh ruined. Still, Morgana will spare Maledisant a glance, and sharp grin.

"Hardly. I am surprised you do not know the author. I think you would like Lady Fuchsia."

Go ahead, ask her why.

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant sniffs. "I suppose she could not possibly be worse than you."

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki is passing through on his way from class, and so might be still clad in his off-model professorish tweed jacket, when he spies the papers pinned to the message board. He'll pause and approach for a better look, then to read it through. Which will have him rubbing the spot between his eyebrows and trying not to chuckle under his breath. It's certainly not Basho, and it's not Wordsworth or Shakespeare either, though the sonnet seems to be an attempt at copying the style of one. Fuschia needs to go back to the drawing board with this rubbish, though she has the passion to write, if nothing else.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano has only read the first poem (he would find a pastiche of Shakespeare lovely, were it not an admission of his rival could yet again be the bedamned Warden, but he doesn't need to get that far to know who's poetry this is and the typist doesn't want him to know yet anyway).

He opts to immediately take the sheets down, intending to return them to their rightful owner.

Of course, he could be stopped, but be warned: he's fuming.

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant thinks this is unacceptable, Cyrano.

Which is why she appears behind him, looking very, very cross.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"

[cyranosavignien]

"Removing this private property from this display and returning it to its rightful owner, Madam," he replies without much emotion, at least for now.

He proceeds to unpin the poems.

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant will actually try to slap his hands away from the poems.

"What do you think gives you the right?"

You are RUINING HER FUN, Cyrano.

[not_snake_bite]

A blink and a stare, and Steerpike finds himself laughing way too much, way too hard.

He isn't even hiding it.

He is extremely amused by this development.

"Hear hear," he says to the first passerby, "A masterpiece on display!"

[doctor_pascal]

Well, here is a calm and gentle doctor who is going to facepalm a lot. Did she put this here? Did someone else pull a cruel prank? With Fuchsia, it's hard to say, given her flighty ways.

He suspects the prank, though: she's too insecure to do this sort of thing, unless someone put her up to it.

And so here is Pascal, just staring at the board, and rubbing his face.