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[devilisheverett]

*Enter a well-dressed, handsome young man, fine-featured and slightly built. His dark hair is covered with a wig, his face in a light layer of powder. His eyes are fine and dark, his mouth long and mobile. The faint smile resting there could be taken as one of youthful mischief-- he does look quite the charming rake-- but perhaps, just perhaps, it'

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[sweariwontdie]

*softly* I hate to see someone arrive here ungreeted.

*bows* I'm Armand St. Just. *dressed rather elven today but that is a distinct French accent*

[devilisheverett]

*charming smile* A pleasure, Monsieur Saint Just.

I don't suppose you could tell me where I am? It does not appear to be London.

[sweariwontdie]

The same here, M. Everett.

This... well, we call it the Mansion. It doesn't seem to be anywhere in particular, but you can get most places from here. Not everywhere, but most.

[devilisheverett]

. . . Interesting. Ah, well. I suppose I needn't hurry back. Indeed, my friends back home would be quite surprised, as I'm almost entirely sure I've died.

[enfantdeboheme]

*sultry smile* Pleased to meet you, Mr. Everett. The name's Carmen.

[devilisheverett]

*oh, Carmen ought to have fun with this one-- he doesn't like any women*

*kisses her hand, and though he smiles at her, there's something distant in it-- the courtesy he would afford any woman* Charmed.

[enfantdeboheme]

*studies the newcomer unobtrusively, trying to decide upon a method of attack* So what brings a handsome man such as yourself to this strange and not-so-humble abode?

[devilisheverett]

To be quite candid, I believe I died.

[sham_marriage]

*rather pinkens at the sight of him, remembering what John said about ropes, but bobs a polite curtsy anyway* Mr. Everett.

[devilisheverett]

Ah! Miss . . . Dunsany, was it? What a pleasure to see you again. *smiles*

[sham_marriage]

Lady Grey, now, actually-- or-- oh, dear. Not any longer. I suppose you can call me what you like. I haven't any idea what's correct, now.

[devilisheverett]

*raises his eyebrows, surprised* Grey? As in, Lord John Grey?

[illgotten]

What an optimist.

[devilisheverett]

*a flash of a grin* I do try.

[winestains]

Are you? *laughs and bows* Then I imagine we're delighted, too.

[devilisheverett]

I am so glad. I should be desolate to find a single one disappointed. *charming smile*

[winestains]

*would be charmed if he didn't have a boyfriend...!* I can't imagine that, sir. Welcome aboard.

[devilisheverett]

*that's okay, because George is probably going to try to shag the ex he tried to kill at one point. wtf.* Thank you, Mr . . . ?