the over-the-top figurative and the die-hard literalist. oh, this will end well. xDslatebreakerJune 9 2010, 21:30:36 UTC
You own this place? [She looks positively delighted.] Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dare try to take it away from anyone. But...I can enjoy it, can't I? It would be a shame to have such a lovely home and keep it all to yourself. Why, if I owned a house like this I do believe I would hold the most romantic parties. And you can be sure I'd serve the best raspberry cordial I could find.
[Anne would have went on a lot longer in this vein, had she not spotted the peculiar pieces of paper. Although her time and place certainly had money, it did not look like that. She eagerly walks forward and leans in to examine the items.]
It could be no other way!slatebreakerJune 9 2010, 21:40:51 UTC
Oh. [Her face seems to fall at the realization that this is, in fact, not the vision of delight who simply must be the lady of this household. You see, she has constructed an image in her mind of who could call this place home. Anything less than stunning and she would hardly believe it.
Attention back on the money, she tilts her head into an open palm.] I've never earned money, before. I've won a scholarship. But that hardly counts as toiling the long days away to make just enough to get by. [Oh, how dramatic. It reminds her of a book she read once.] Besides, what does capitalist mean? [She so very rarely meets a word that she has not already voraciously devoured--she seems particularly jealous and covetous not of this woman's money, but of her knowledge.]
Do you suppose a countess lives here? [She looks up from the patterned floor that she had been tracing with the tip of her shoe.] I've never seen the home of a countess, before...but I've imagined that they look like this.
It is quite lovely. [She concedes with an enthusiastic smile.] But it does not quite stand up to Avonlea--which is just bout the prettiest place you could ever visit. I knew the moment I first saw it that I would want to live there forever.
[She practically bubbles over with admiration for a place that, in truth, must be far far away. But that did not seem to trouble her. With time enough to take a breath, she launches into a question:] So this is not your home, either?
[Well, that was a curious list. Anne isn't quite sure where to start asking.]
I've heard about some of the nicer places in Charlottetown having room service, but...[Hmm.] To be perfectly honest, I was never quite sure what that even is.
probably something to do with how much of a horribly timid internet hermit i am?slatebreakerJune 13 2010, 05:31:37 UTC
[What is this language that you are speaking. Anne's head tips just slightly forward and her eyes narrow.]
N-no, this really isn't Avonlea. And so you're perfectly right in thinking I'm not from around here. And someone else has already talked about 1908 as though it has been and gone and--to be honest with you, I'm beginning to think that something terribly strange is happening.
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Yes, yes it is.
But it's mine. You can't have it.
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[Anne would have went on a lot longer in this vein, had she not spotted the peculiar pieces of paper. Although her time and place certainly had money, it did not look like that. She eagerly walks forward and leans in to examine the items.]
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What are you talking about? I don't own this place. [Looks around] Come to think of it, I don't even know where this place is.
[The strange girl is now looking at her money. Anya... will not relinquish her hold on it.]
You can look if you must, but no touching. Earn your own money. It's the capitalist way.
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Attention back on the money, she tilts her head into an open palm.] I've never earned money, before. I've won a scholarship. But that hardly counts as toiling the long days away to make just enough to get by. [Oh, how dramatic. It reminds her of a book she read once.] Besides, what does capitalist mean? [She so very rarely meets a word that she has not already voraciously devoured--she seems particularly jealous and covetous not of this woman's money, but of her knowledge.]
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[She practically bubbles over with admiration for a place that, in truth, must be far far away. But that did not seem to trouble her. With time enough to take a breath, she launches into a question:] So this is not your home, either?
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I've heard about some of the nicer places in Charlottetown having room service, but...[Hmm.] To be perfectly honest, I was never quite sure what that even is.
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"Some of the nicer places"? Even the Holiday Inn will make you a burger for ten bucks.
[ looks her up and down. ]
You're not from around here, are you? Time-wise.
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N-no, this really isn't Avonlea. And so you're perfectly right in thinking I'm not from around here. And someone else has already talked about 1908 as though it has been and gone and--to be honest with you, I'm beginning to think that something terribly strange is happening.
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