"A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes."

[rareradiance]

After rest, a bath, and some decent food, Gabrielle finds herself in much better spirits than when she first arrived and, for lack of something else to do, has set to work. Seemingly miraculously, she has found the tools of her trade in her new room, as well as a passable dress or two (though they are nothing so fine as Zara's work -- unaware of

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[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire needs a distraction after stumbling across the late Richard Carstone. And what better distraction than a pretty girl selling wares? So he'll pick up the 'Sade' fan and look at it. 'This is an interesting, um, what exactly is it?'

[rareradiance]

"A fan, monsieur. The scenes come from my friend Sade's novels -- on the left, from Justine. To the right, from Juliette. And in the center, from the newest -- about Landa in the Yucutan." Her manner is matter-of-fact.

[rockabye_hamlet]

You know, there's such a thing as supply and depand, sweetheart.

[rareradiance]

Hm? *glances up from her work, holding the lace in place with a finger*

[rockabye_hamlet]

We already have a fanmaker, and you're not quite as cute as he is.

[rareradiance]

*laughs softly* I will simply have to make up for it in skill.

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul is very understatedly back from the dead, and wandering through looking for amusements when he sees the fans. He picks each one up and inspects it before addressing their maker, gaining a particular quirked smile as he looks over the Sade fan. "Exquisite work, Gabrielle.

[rareradiance]

"I know," she replies, pressing the lace on the Olympe fan down a moment more to make sure it holds to the glue. Then she looks up, her expression one of feigned hurt. "Where have you been? I had to dine alone." Having been at work on her fans, Gabrielle has been quite oblivious to the recent deaths.

[oilwithvinegar]

"I was unavoidably detained." He smiles, an excellent counterfeit of charming. "I'll have to make it up to you."

[rareradiance]

"You most certainly will. It very nearly ruined my good mood." She turns back to her work as if sulkily ignoring him, although she is in reality watching for a reaction from the corner of her eye and tilting the fan just so in order to make the scene -- two women, quite nude, embracing -- visible.

[mosca_mye]

Mosca likes chocolate. Following her nose, she finds the source and the sign above it, and eyes both, finding it a sparse and peculiar sort of establishment.

Never mind. She makes a great production of reading the sign, and then the cards on the table, so as to look like she has legitimate or at least harmless business standing there.

[mancalledspade]

Spade sees her from a distance and just stops. Quietly, he begins to laugh, despite his best efforts not to - and then and there he decides to get some sleep, as he is clearly hallucinating.

[rareradiance]

Gabrielle looks up from her work, smiling. "Chocolate?" she offers, reaching for an empty cup.

[mosca_mye]

Drat. "I got no money," Mosca admits.