[Introduction] There's no need for red-hot pokers.

[x_postal_ines]

They had been getting on with it, over and over again. The game had been repeated so often that she knew it all by heart, like an actor's set of lines in a play.  Now, it was Garcin's turn to speak - but those words were not his, really, they were hers, stolen. Had he been ever anything else but that, a coward? A thief? Stealing Estelle's attention

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[cannotresist]

Here is a woman, sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book casually, and drinking some coffee. Paulinka has been fairly content lately, thankfully.

If Ines runs into her, Paulinka will certainly say hello. Heh.

[x_postal_ines]

Oh, preeettty.... Ines leans against the doorframe, examines her a while - admires, really.

Then she glides over, without any hesitation. "Fancy meeting you here," she drawls, utterly confident.

[cannotresist]

She looks up from her book, and smiles. "Oh, hello," she says, charmingly.

[x_postal_ines]

"Bonjour," Ines replies, and she looks really sweet, really innocent, there. "I think I may have lost my way to my room..."

[cleverest_woman]

Margot is looking for her brother, so she's heading toward the library, but far from reaching it. "Do you mind not doing that indoors?" she asks, referring to the cigarette.

[x_postal_ines]

Ah, so that's how it's going to be. She drops some ash on the floor on purpose. "Who is asking?"

[cleverest_woman]

"Marguerite Blakeney, and you are, mademoiselle?"

[x_postal_ines]

Ines blows a cloud of smoke that might intentionally go Marguerite's way. "Ines," she replies. "Ines Seranno, and Parisian, of course. And you? Were you attending a costume party when you died?"

[silvercrowned]

Celebrían may just be passing through a doorway toward wherever Inès is walking, quite by accident, really. And she is a little lost, looking perhaps for the library, because it seems a likely haunt of her husband's. So, have an elf, stepping closer softly, dressed in soft silvery white, tall and quite regal, and blonde.

"My apologies, lady..."

[x_postal_ines]

Whoa hallothar! Ines can't help but stare a little, she's so beautiful, it's really striking. "-- you never could do anything wrong," she tells her, immediately enthralled. "You are beautiful like an angel."

[silvercrowned]

Her look, from mildly concerned about having lost her way changes to one of mingled relief and confusion. "Whatever effect my looks have is no matter, they will not show me the way to the library."

She is aware of the woman's fascination - but it is an uncomfortable awareness, a prickle at the back of her neck, and makes her feel like a butterfly skewered on a pin. But she is too well-mannered to show the discomfort. "I thank you, all the same."

[x_postal_ines]

"Of course," Ines replies - she's a bit... off her footing, if anything. "Perhaps I can help you find it? I've only made it here," the corridor, she means, "very recently. The library would probably be a useful find for me as well."

And also, I can spend more time admiring you, my precioussss.

>.> Might we gently poke at our threads with Mags and Nell?

[labiondaisotta]

If in her wanderings she should reach one of the porches, she might find a fragile-looking lady sitting in a wicker chair out there, rocking softly.

[x_postal_ines]

Oooooh, interesting. And here is a leggy brunette, leaning against the railing, and observing, smiling a little at the scene. For a moment, the hesitation is there.

"Florence?"

[labiondaisotta]

It takes Isolde a second before realizing that the stranger is actually talking to her. She turns her head inquiringly and gives her the hint of a smile. "You must be confusing me, my lady -- my name is not Florence."

[x_postal_ines]

.. no, it's not, on second look. "I'm very sorry - it was your hair," she replies. "You looked like someone I loved very much, on earth."

[muchapoptosis]

In her wanderings she might as well come across a woman who looks pretty much like not-your-next-door Gothic Barbie -- which can be an intriguing mix if you're into this sort of stuff. She's usually wearing black leather, too, though typist is lazy and won't describe her current outfit for now.

[x_postal_ines]

We're not exactly sure what Ines thinks of Amber - but she'll be looking at her curiously. She does have nice boobs, and a nice tush. However, she's also a bit too dark-haired, perhaps, to her taste, though that can be fixed, she wagers.

So for now, she's looking and observing, and making notes. Being from a time that predates plastic surgery, Ines isn't taking an inventory of all the falseness, though - she's just not sure what she's looking at.

[muchapoptosis]

Amber is good at simply hanging about, without doing anything specific. She might lean on the bannister at the third floor, idling. When she notices the other woman, she'll look her up and down -- this one has no shame to speak of. "Who are you?"

[x_postal_ines]

Ines' eyes are at least partially judgmental - it's probably unsettling. "A rather philosophical question, for someone who can barely figure out how to spell," she replies, looking her up and down. "So much for the charm of mystery."