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[prettyserpentine]

Cool. I'm reading The Wise Man's Fear at the moment, when I get time.

When I'm not totally immersed in how awesome Hannibal is getting.

I wonder how many episodes are left.

I wonder do they get him.

Is Chiltern dead?

What happens to Alana Bloom?

Where did Gillian Anderson's character go?

freaks out with excitement

 

[Essie1]

Huddles further under blanket, thinking may not have been good idea to get Pretty hyped up on sugar....

 

[thestruggle]

Welp... I'm gonna have to make brownies now. Thanks a lot.

Aw, poor Mr. Fr33k! I'll just be over here waiting for you to bring me some.

And sorry, PS! I should have known, sometimes sharing is not necessarily caring. =x

 

[Essie1]

And sorry, PS! I should have known, sometimes sharing is not necessarily caring. =x

Is okay. I'm happy to keep them away from Pretty.... they'll be hiding somewhere she'll never find them

 

[Niceandbrutal]

*walks in and surveys the chaos*

WHAT'S ALL THIS THE- ooh, chocolate!

 

[Essie1]

Bustling about in kitchen, getting surprise ready for Pretty to celebrate her new job and her exciting travel plans

One big chocolate and flakemeal biscuit cake coming u....

Steps back and looks at the glossy chocolate cake and then at the bowl of crumbled up flakemeal biscuits for sprinkling on top

Meh. Screw that.

Opens window and shakes flakemeal out for the birds to nibble on, hoping all the fibre coursing through their little systems will pay off for the gardens...

 

[prettyserpentine]

steals a slice of the cake and sneaks off to eat it

I shouldn't be doing this. I'm on nights tonight and need to go for a sleep soon...

But it's so good...

licks chocolate off her fingers

 

[Essie1]

Half-asleep on my feet, gathers lots of blankets and a comfortable pillow, creates a little fort, climbs in and closes eyes, letting exhaustion drive out the upheaval of the last few days. Apparently when you think you've found the last straw, another one crops up...

 

[thestruggle]

Is okay. I'm happy to keep them away from Pretty.... they'll be hiding somewhere she'll never find them

Haha ~ I'm sure that's an effective solution. Aren't those pictures great? I follow a few, uh, food porn blogs. Not really sure why, because they just make me really hungry and sad that I don't have any of the stuff they show.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Night shift #2.

Two hours sleep this afternoon in preparation.

Will I still be alive by 8am? I'm sure the antics of the prostitutes in Belfast will keep me awake and entertained.

 

[DesEsseintes]

I'm sure the antics of the prostitutes in Belfast will keep me awake and entertained.

It's all a question of perspective. Think of Dracula:

'Listen to the children of the night. What music they make!'

Oh and, as seems customary, I bring something sweet to the room.

 

[prettyserpentine]

It's all a question of perspective. Think of Dracula:

'Listen to the children of the night. What music they make!'

Oh and, as seems customary, I bring something sweet to the room.

Oh I've missed you!

 

[Essie1]

Crawls out of blankie fort after good night's sleep

Chocolate cake for breakfast? Don't mind if I do.

Cuts little slice of cake, pours big glass of milk, wraps up warm and opens window to watch the glorious sunrise, sitting in big squashy recliner chair

L'chaim.

 

[prettyserpentine]

sprawls across the chaise longue after a particularly arduous nightshift

Paperwork... Audits...

grumbles and promptly falls asleep in a very unusual position...

 

[DesEsseintes]

Oh I've missed you!

<Blushes. waves hand deprecatingly.> Oh, you!

I missed you too, but I rather think you had better things to do for a few weeks than hang around here...Good to see you back, from a selfish point of view, though I know it must be hard.

I miss Starry-Eyed, too. I imagine her locked in her room, pizza boxes piling up, Game of Thrones on one huge screen and Bioshock on another, her mind convulsing in pleasure and fear as the two worlds eventually merge in a terrifying paroxysm of interactive fantasy horror.

Or she may just be away, of course.

 

[Essie1]

Goes over to chaise and stares at Pretty's sleeping form. Trying to figure out which limb to untangle first, gives up and gently places a blanket over her with a glass of milk and a couple of flakemeal biscuits.... in case she gets growly about being near chocolate.

Whispering so as not to wake the sleepy one...

Hello, Des, I'm Essie, nice to meet you. Should I call you Des?

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Bows low, and kisses Essie's hand.> Jean, XVeme Duc des Esseintes, at your service, madam. A woman of your wit, beauty and charm may, of course, call me what you will, but I should be honoured beyond all bounds if you would at least condescend to call me friend.

I trust you are well?

 

[Essie1]

Watches and listens with a faint wry smile

Enchanté, monsieur...

 

[DesEsseintes]

Your accent is as flawless as your complexion, madam. I am honoured to make your acquaintance, though I note my formality makes you smile a little. Still, it is the fate of every man to one day sacrifice his pride at the altar of Love, and who am I to deny Fate? So even your gentle mockery is welcome.

I would suggest a little music, but we do not wish to wake Ms. Serpentine from her slumbers. Does she not look peaceful?

 

[Essie1]

I was not mocking you, monsieur, far from it. I was thinking how refreshing it is to meet a gentleman with such exquisite manners as yours, especially in this day and age. So perhaps your Fates will have to stay denied for a little longer.

She deserves all the rest she can get, that's certain. Night shift is not an easy thing to get accustomed to. So as much as I would love some music, I think peace is more valuable here at the moment. But I was just about to make myself a cup of tea and sample a bit more of the chocolate cake I baked yesterday. I had some for breakfast this morning, I must confess, but who are we to deny what we truly crave?

 

[DesEsseintes]

I was not mocking you, monsieur, far from it. I was thinking how refreshing it is to meet a gentleman with such exquisite manners as yours, especially in this day and age. So perhaps your Fates will have to stay denied for a little longer.

She deserves all the rest she can get, that's certain. Night shift is not an easy thing to get accustomed to. So as much as I would love some music, I think peace is more valuable here at the moment. But I was just about to make myself a cup of tea and sample a bit more of the chocolate cake I baked yesterday. I had some for breakfast this morning, I must confess, but who are we to deny what we truly crave?

<Smiles more broadly.> Ah, Ms. Essie - both your flattery and your thoughtfulness tear at my heart like a razor through silk. But, like any true Englishman, your mention of tea sent every synapse spinning. Might I be so bold as to request a cup?

 

[Essie1]

Absolutely. A pot of tea goes much better when two people are drinking it than one, I tend to find. Can I tempt you with some cake as well?

 

[prettyserpentine]

wakes up, squirming and grumbling

 

[Essie1]

Places giant mug of tea next to Pretty with a plate of hot buttered toast

 

[prettyserpentine]

Oh my god, you're an angel. Thank you.

curls up under the blanket and drinks the tea! enjoying the buttery toast

Perfect.