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[makeusdisappear]

She enters with her shoulders straight and her head held high.

Her steps are measured and precise and her head tips to one side as she pushes open the door to the Hotel. She had meant to find herself in the parlor. This?

This was not the parlor.

"Hello?"

Typist: Sophie! From The Illusionist.

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[herr_eisenheim]

Eisenheim can't help himself. He hasn't been at the Hotel long at all, and hadn't seen Sophie in years... but somehow, he knew this girl. And if it truly was who he thought, there was no way this was an illusion. She would never try and trick him so.

"Hello." He will greet, his stomach suddenly tying itself in knots. It was her, all right. But would she remember him? "You seem lost."

[makeusdisappear]

"I am." She tells him. Her brows furrow and she moves her hands to smooth her skirt.

She speaks, weakly then. "Hello."

[herr_eisenheim]

"You've said that already, Miss." He informs, the amusion in his voice evident.

[makeusdisappear]

"That was a more personal greeting." She studies his face and takes a small step towards him. "I am the Duchess Sophie von Teschen."

[giselle_luv]

A somewhat hard-looking young woman approaches (yet another) fellow new arrival.
"Oi! How d'ya fare, Missy?" she calls from the bar, where she's been flirtaciously simpering at the tender.