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[notthatdarcy]

*This? This is one high-powered, fancypants lawyer standing in the middle of the room looking very confused.*

...This certainly doesn't look like my home. Would anyone mind telling me where I am, and how I've ended up here?

Typist: I BLAME GEM. Anyway, this is Mark Darcy from Bridget Jones' Diary, by Helen Fielding.

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[missgdarcy]

*curtsies politely, as he seems nice* Y-you a-are in the Mansion, sir. I fear no one knows quite where it is o-or how anyone came to be here.

[notthatdarcy]

*nods, a little bit awkwardly* Well, thank you for the, er, information. I'm Mark Darcy.

[missgdarcy]

*blinks* Darcy? H-how strange. *smiles shyly* I am a Darcy, myself. Georgiana Darcy.

[notthatdarcy]

...*blinks* I see. Pleased to meet you, Miss Darcy. *this is so weird...*

[la_baronne]

Don't be alarmed, sir. You are in the mansion. It can be quite a lovely place, sometimes, if you are careful.

[notthatdarcy]

*quirks an eyebrow* Careful?

[la_baronne]

*nods* Yes. Careful to avoid all the dreadful sorts of people that are here.

*and, curtsies* My name is Cosette Pontmercy. Do forgive me for not introducing myself sooner.

[notthatdarcy]

I'll keep it in mind. *nods, still awkward -- wtf people curtseying!* I'm Mark Darcy.

[somany_stars]

*non-friendly obscenity-spewing petty claims court lawyer pokes his suit* Does it look like anybody's home?

[notthatdarcy]

*blinks a bit* --Certainly not mine, but I've already said that.

[somany_stars]

So stop complaining and find a fucking room.

[notthatdarcy]

*and here's a short, curt nod* Thank you, sir.

[avenginggoddess]

HELLO, MY LOVE.

*Tackle*

[notthatdarcy]

.....*O__O* ...Pardon me, but do I know you?

[avenginggoddess]

I walked with you once upon a dream.

[notthatdarcy]

....No, I don't think you did.

[bigknickers]

Aaaand Bridget walks over and tilts her head, wrinkling her nose.

"You look familiar"

[notthatdarcy]

*raises an eyebrow* So do you. Mark Darcy.