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[youngestqueen]

Lucy was looking for someone. Mr Blunt in fact. She'd finished the book on Poussin he'd written and found one he'd also written about a man called Picasso. That one had stumped her a bit, and she wanted to find him and ask him about it. It only seemed right to return the books tot he man who had written them as well

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[patriotqueen]

Guy Burgess was not in a social mood. His conversation with Donald and the hallucinations that were getting worse had ensured he found the cave a good place to spend the day in and drunk a right frame of mind to be in.

He just left the cave to take a piss. And when he came back there was a girl on his bed. "Right. Off you go." He said hoarsly through gritted teeth (smoking the umpteenth cigarette of the day) as he motioned her to leave.

[youngestqueen]

Lucy smiled brightly at the man, "Oh. Is this your room? Do you know Anthony?" She hoped he did, folding her note neatly into a square. "I'm Lucy."

[patriotqueen]

The little girl knew Anthony, by name. Somehow this seemed more improbable than the dinosaurs that inhabited this island.

"I'm tired, and you're on my bed." He said dryly, motioning once again that she should leave.

[youngestqueen]

"I'm sorry." She slid off the bed with a smile, looking about them. "I wanted to leave Anthony a note, about his books. Is that his bed?"

[billy_costigan]

Yeah, Billy had sort of known the caves were there, but he hadn't payed any attention to them. And he wasn't now either, per se, but at least he was looking at the entrance and wondering what the lure was. Because there was a lure. Adventure? He'd kind of hoped he was getting rid of that bug, but he wasn't all that sure. Something primal? Archetypical? Felt like something Jung would've approved of more than Freud, but what the fuck.

He was thoroughtly distracted when a rather unlikely character - a young girl - came walking out of the caves. And she had sort of a familiar look about her that he couldn't place. Perhaps he'd just seen her around.

"Hey," he said, greeting her with a nod. It would be more than rude not to at least say hello and she had a very likeable air.

[youngestqueen]

"Hullo!" Lucy responded brightly, a skip in her step. "Do you live here?" Perhaps he knew Anthony and could pass along her message.

[billy_costigan]

"Sorry, no," Billy said. "I was sort of just passing. I haven't really been to this part of the island much so I was looking around." The girl had an amazingly bright smile and he smiled back. "You looking for someone?"

[youngestqueen]

"I've never been here either," Lucy looked about them. "Not before today."

"I am. Anthony Blunt. He's a writer and he lives in the caves."

[mama_bennet]

After making inquiries of several people, Mrs. Bennet had received adequate directions to the cave where Mr. Burgess lived. She had not seen her friend in some time, and longed for a cup of tea and a good chat. However, she did not find her friend, rather a young girl in the room.

"Oh, I had been looking for my friend Mr. Burgess, and was told that I might find him here." She blinked, as if closing her eyes would make him appear. "Have you seen him, my dear? Are you, perhaps, a member of his family?" Mr. Burgess had not mentioned a girl, but he had barely spoken of his family from England, but certainly families were reunited in this place. Oh, it would be a joyous thing!

The child's eyes reminded her of her own Lydia, as well as Lizzy, though in their younger days, and she smiled upon the girl.

[youngestqueen]

"Mr Burgess? Oh no, I was looking for Mr Blunt," Lucy responded politely. "I had some books of his on art, and I had wanted to return them."

There were two beds in the room, so it was entirely possible the person this woman was looking for lived here also. "I'm Lucy," she said, sliding off the bed and curtsying. She liked it much more than handshaking, she thought that more a thing for boys.

[mama_bennet]

What a charming young person! Mrs. Bennet returned her curtsy. "I am Mrs. Bennet, but you may call me Fanny, if you like." Lucy held a piece of paper, and Mrs. Bennet could see her penmanship. "Your manners are delightful, Lucy. Your mama must have taught you well."

She glanced round the cave. "I am not particularly acquainted with Mr. Blunt, but as Mr. Burgess has mentioned his name, he is a connection, of sorts. I wonder what has become of the gentlemen. Shall we go in search of them?"

[youngestqueen]

Lucy smiled, thinking that her manners were not nearly as good as Susan's, she being the tomboy. It was still a lovely compliment. "She did, thank you."

Lucy creased the paper carefully, writing 'Anthony Blunt' on the outside and resting it on one of the two beds. The books she would hold onto for now. "They're likely friends if they live together out here. Oh! Lets!"

[missjeanlouise]

I like the caves, though I don't like goin' by myself. They're sorta dark an' creepy. But I do like standin' around an' lookin' at 'em, wonderin' if something neat might come outta 'em, like a bear or bats or an alien.

Today I see Lucy comin' out of the caves, though, and I run over to meet her. "Hey, Lucy!" I say, wavin' at her. "Whatcha doin' out here?"

[youngestqueen]

"Scout!" Lucy said excitedly, always happy to find her friend. "I was looking for someone who lives in the caves, but he wasn't there."

[missjeanlouise]

"People live in there?" I peer past Lucy to the caves. "Really? That's pretty neat. I don't think Ray an' Horatio would ever let me live in the caves." Maybe I can have adventures in the caves, though. That'd be fun.

[youngestqueen]

"I had a friend who lived in a cave once. He was a faun." Nothing so exciting in there, but it was still interesting. "Do you want to explore?"

[poetic_apostle]

The last thing Julian had expected to find when he went looking for Anthony was a little girl sitting on Anthony's bed. "...Hullo," he said, staring in confusion and just a hint of disappointment. He'd really hoped to find Anthony here.

[youngestqueen]

"Hullo!" Lucy exclaimed, finishing off her note. "Do you know Anthony? Is this where he lives?"

[poetic_apostle]

"Yes, and yes," Julian replied, his initial confusion quickly dissolving into a smile. He had no idea how this child knew Anthony or why she was here, but the very idea was vaguely amusing--and the little girl was already charming him. "But how do you know Anthony, my dear?"

[youngestqueen]

"We discuss art," Her response was entirely solemn as she carefully creased the note she had written, writing Anthony's name on the outside of it.