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[snow_white_scar]

A notice has been posted in the entrance hall of the mansion. Closer examination shows that it it is written in a firm, widely spaced hand, reading:

Lady Tamarind Avourlace is seeking a woman to be her lady-in-waiting. Applicants must be tidy, punctual, efficient, and actually women

Comments

[mad_leprechaun]

Proof must be given? *grins* I know I'm not what you're looking for, your ladyship, but I'd sure like to help out with the application process...

[snow_white_scar]

-disdain-

[However, you might notice late that it's been amended.]

[mad_leprechaun]

*laughs and runs off to be crude some where else*

T: Heh, sorry. Sweeney was so looking forward to that bit, though.

[snow_white_scar]

*adds him to her list*

[it's okay, I was pretty much expecting someone to do it.]

[glacianbitch]

*in a move that will shock just about everyone who knows her*

I'd like to apply.

[snow_white_scar]

*is about*

I will be able to interview you tommorrow evening. *she consults her pocket watch, which is shaped like a small pistol* Any time before ten would be appropriate.

You're not afraid of crocodiles, are you?

[glacianbitch]

*smiles, as sweetly as she can manage* In Glacia we have worse things than crocodiles.

I'll be there.

[heartofbirds]

Yes, Madam. Certainly.

[snow_white_scar]

It's over and done with.

[heartofbirds]

Forgive me; I was absent. I fault myself. *bows apologetically*

[snow_white_scar]

*dismissively* It's done now, and I don't think she'll murder me in my bed, but we'll see.

What have you been doing recently, Mr. Kohlrabi? *he is a familiar face, after all*