Mrs. Lovett's Grand Re-Opening

Jan 20, 2008 01:32


Auburn hair cascading down in ringlettes around her ashen face, Mrs. Marjorie Lovett burst through the thin door of Suite 42 and stumbled clumsily into the main hall of the ship.  Her eyes narrowed in a vengful glare.  She remembered the burn, the fear, the spite... the broken trust.  Her broken heart.  Marching down the walk with her rolling pin ( Read more... )

anne catherick, the baker's wife, amy, sweeney todd, maria moriarty, mina harker, mrs lovett, luigi lucheni

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alwaysor January 20 2008, 20:57:53 UTC
*A fellow baker, though an angry one - with a bit of hesitation, the Baker's Wife, wiping her hands on her apron, approaches Mrs. Lovett* Ma'm, would you happen, by any chance, to be a baker?

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savory_meatpies January 20 2008, 22:02:02 UTC
The question threw her for a loop, pulling her from her revelrie.

"Yeeeessss," she answer came out with a slight hiss at the end, as she exhaled the steam built up in her chest.

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alwaysor January 20 2008, 22:56:54 UTC
*The Baker's Wife gives her a warm smile* Oh, wonderful. I am too, you see. You're welcome to share the kitchen that I'm using, if you like.

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savory_meatpies January 20 2008, 23:03:51 UTC
Mrs. Lovett's brows were knitted together, her lips pursed as she thought, "Well... are you well stocked?"

People were now out of the question. She knew what it felt like to be baked, and it was not lovely.

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iamnoghost January 20 2008, 21:02:23 UTC
*Anne is perched, as is her wont, on top of a crate full of something...on the deck of the ship. Her pale hair wild as always, her head tilted, she asks Mrs. Lovett in that disconcerting voice of hers,* Who has?

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savory_meatpies January 20 2008, 22:05:27 UTC
There was a voice coming from somewhere. She spung in a slow circle and then tipped her head back to look higher. A girl was sitting on top of a tall crate, staring down at her. She frowned, "Who's asking?"

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iamnoghost January 20 2008, 22:55:09 UTC
*in a lilting, almost sing-song tone* Anne...Anne Catherick.

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savory_meatpies January 20 2008, 23:06:13 UTC
"Mrs. Lovett," she finally replied, after a moment's thought.

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vengefulmaria January 21 2008, 15:26:24 UTC
Did somebody say vengeful? Here, Lovett, have a Maria.

"Who is this "he," if I may ask?"

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savory_meatpies January 25 2008, 01:21:13 UTC
Mrs. Lovett cocked her head to the side and smirked smoothly, "Sorry?"

Someone new.

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vengefulmaria January 25 2008, 03:07:45 UTC
"Oh! Pardon me...I was only wondering who it is that you are planning to attack with...that thing." *gestures towards rolling pin*

"I am Maria Moriarty, opera singer. Or retired opera singer, at any rate. And you seem to be...a baker of some sort. And I believe it is you who is new, madam. My daughter and I have been trapped on this...ship for some time. Although, it is better than London, I suppose."

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savory_meatpies February 3 2008, 23:14:06 UTC
Anything's better than London, Marjorie thought sullenly.

"No one, I guess, if I can't find him," she lowered the pin as she spoke, shrugging. "It's nice to meet you, at any rate."

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ich_bin_tod January 22 2008, 05:29:25 UTC
Death watches her storm through from off to the side, looking terribly amused. Whatever is going to happen, he thinks, shall be great fun to watch.

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