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23 Griffin Way, Tuesday Afternoon
The mansion was as large as ever, and Joanna had had her entire staff running around all morning making sure everything was immaculate. She had gone over every detail of the lunch menu with the chef, the champaign was on ice, a new tin of caviar had been opened, and Joanna was now busying by closely supervising one of her maids as she refluffed ( Read more... ) -
23 Griffin Way, Tuesday Afternoon
Joanna was practically giddy at the thought of getting her closets remodeled. This was more than evident in the way she was yelling at her staff. There were markedly less threats of firing intermingled with the glaring, the scoffing, and impatient finger nail tapping.
[ooc: For the man with tools, but post otherwise open.] -
23 Griffin Way, Wednesday Night
Joanna was standing in front of the left wing of her closet, the wing that was home to her shoes, and she was glaring. There were several boxes at her feet. "This is absurd," she said to herself. "I've run out of room ( Read more... ) -
23 Griffin Way, Tuesday Evening
Joanna had a date. She wearing diamonds. A lot of them. They were shiny. She couldn't stop swaying back and forth in front of the large gilded mirror in the salon where she was waiting for Constable Fraser.
The house was lit up to show off its impressive size, and the staff was standing by to look busy when he finally showed up.
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23 Griffin Way, Tuesday Early Evening
The house was flooded with the normal amount of non-energy conscious exterior lighting to combat the gloom of winter's early sunset. Joanna was expecting a visitor -- a reporter with the school paper ( Read more... ) -
Aboard the Immaculata, Tuesday Late Afternoon
Joanna was standing at the bow of her massive yacht, yelling over her shoulder, "Full speed ahead, Captain! Get me away from this germ infested island!"
Had she not been sporting an almost painfully tight bun, her hair would have have been blowing in the wind. As it was, she laughed as the Immaculata's prow cut through the choppy waters ( Read more... ) -
Aboard the Immaculata, at the Docks, Tuesday
Joanna wasn't drunk. She knew precisely when she needed to stop drinking. She had two and a half glasses of champagne to go. Besides, she was cramping and the effervescent drink helped sooth the pain.
"Andrew," she yelled. "I need more strawberries and Advil! Vite! Vite! It's not like you have to run out and pluck them from the fields!"
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23 Griffin Way, Wednesday Evening
The mansion was looking as large as ever. Joanna was expecting someone -- a young man she had hired to entertain her for the evening. To prep herself, she was imbibing massive quantities of ridiculously expensive champagne and having a smoke out by the pool while Andrew gave her a pedicure.
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23 Griffin Way, Tuesday Afternoon
Joanna was finally moving into the new mansion. She was there, yelling at the movers, as truck after truck after truck pulled up to unload all her expensive things.
[ooc: Post and house are open! Feel free to come welcome Joanna to the neighborhood.] -
Voicemail for Joanna Stayton
"This is Joanna Stayton. If you have this number you must be at least of some mild importance to me. You will state your name. You will leave a brief message. If you don't understand the meaning of brief, hang up, look it up, and phone again. You will also leave exact means on how you can be contacted. If you fail to do any of these things, your ( Read more... )