The rampant spinster arrives

[nocapribbons]

She has only just arrived at the Mansion, but, having decided she must have arrived for a reason, however obscure, she has already set to work

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[1926bentley]

Crowley immediately notices the various books and other information, frowning deeper and deeper each time he comes across one of them-- until he finally enters the main roon and spots the person who's been dispersing them.

"Oh," he says, with a slight snicker, not being a very good first welcome to the community. "You're one of them."

[nocapribbons]

Clack purses her lips primly, annoyed at the snicker. "If by them you mean Christian Englishwomen, yes, I am."

[1926bentley]

"Sure, sure." He leans against the nearest doorway idly. "Tell me, what do you actually plan to accomplish here?"

[nocapribbons]

"To help the people of this place see the truth and renounce their sinful worldly ways, of course," she says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

[capital_r]

*oooh, an evangelist! Those are some of R's favourite people to bother -- so he'll be wandering by with a bottle in hand, and giving a drunken, extravagant bow* Mademoiselle.

[nocapribbons]

*and drunkards are some of Clack's favourite people to preach at!*

Sir. Might I persuade you to take a moment -- a moment only! Unless, of course, you should find yourself motivated to devote a while longer -- to peruse this tract? *offers one labelled "The Evils of Drink"*

[capital_r]

*considers this* Those look about as useless as Apollo's damned tracts. Then again, most things are.

[nocapribbons]

Useless? Oh, no! Sir, I assure you, they are the most valuable thing you could read, except perhaps the Bible.

[sweariwontdie]

"Madame..." His voice is soft with a a distinct French accent. He's dressed in an outlandish mixture of modern clothes, such as a tourist would wear on a tropical cruise (well, a little more because he's wearing long sleeves and long trousers, but they're very light weight) with a fur-lined blue wool cloak thrown over the top. He's also wearing a Yellow Jewel in a beautiful silver setting around his neck. "I would be careful with those. Some people may not like them, and then you might be hurt."

[nocapribbons]

She takes a moment to take in his appearance, which is, to her, exceedingly odd, and then smooths her skirts primly. She recognizes his accent, and makes a mental note to make a special case of him -- France, to her mind, means debauchery. "A Christian, sir, needn't fear anything."

[sweariwontdie]

"Around here, I've learned, everyone needs to fear something. Except maybe the gods." He isn't meaning to be difficult, but sometimes he doesn't think before he speaks.

[nocapribbons]

"Gods?" She stares, looking quite horrified -- belief in multiple gods, of course, is unacceptable.

[mad_leprechaun]

*watches the weird lady with her books and cushion for a while, then picks up one of the tracts and frowns at the cover*

What the... what the fuck, lady?

[nocapribbons]

*gasps, horrified* Sir! Your language! *shoves a tract on profanity at him*

[mad_leprechaun]

My language? What about your fucken books, lady? *shoves the tract back at her* I've gotta live here, you know.

[nocapribbons]

My books are instructive and spiritually cleansing reading material! There is no value in your language, only degradation!

[oneclearcall]

And here we have a gentleman of a certain age, impeccably dressed and smiling. "Can I help you, madam?"

[nocapribbons]

She smiles at him, since he's the first person who's been polite to her. "Perhaps. I was considering where I might leave this book."

[oneclearcall]

"Perhaps a bookshelf?" he suggests, completely without sarcasm. Clarion's like that.

[nocapribbons]

"Do the people here read a great deal? I would like to be certain it will be put to use. It is a very valuable book." She holds the book with a sort of reverence.