[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
Oh, was Percy ever the sneaky bastard.

He had been plotting in secret ever since his last conversation with Kit - now called Kitty in private. (Relative private anyway, he still wasn't sure the extent of her secret.)

Thinking his clever plan was now fully fleshed out, he went to seek out the gentleman in disguise in the hope that she would entertain his fancy. He knocked on her door and waited with hat tipped jauntily to the side of his head, arm resting on his long walking stick. He hadn't felt this giddy in a very long time, so uneventful had his time at the Park had been in the recent days...weeks...perhaps even months. It was the first bit of adventure in a long while.

Ah, persuasion.
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite watched as it happened in front of her, her own hand raising and shooting off the pistol to stop them from murdering each other. They looked up addressed the fact that she was there then continued. Bloody men! But something caught her ear.

"They seek 'im here, they seek him thar, them Frenchies seek 'im everywhere! Be he in heaven, he might be in 'ell, that demmed an' dastardly Pimpernel!"

Marguerite woke in a tangle of sheets before remembering she was herself again and her dear Percy was still beside her sleeping soundly. How precious he looked when he slept, so innocent, how she adored lightly touching his skin as he slept just to hear him murmuring and trying to swat her away. They had yet to speak of that day, but Marguerite seemed to get the feeling everyone was in a similar situation. Well, with the clothing and the speech anyway. She closed her eyes and remembered what she heard Percy say before it truly sank in. "Pimpernel?" She repeated aloud. She silently moved out of bed and went to the door of their small cottage and saw the--small little scarlet flowers. In utter disbelief she walked back to bed in a haze, gazing on the sleeping form of her husband, taking his hand in hers and kissing it lightly before she saw his ring. It---it was changeable? Her fingers slowly moved the metal bit and it was a, flower. "Scarlet Pimpernel," she breathed before looking at his face again. Percy? Her own dearest Percy, the Scarlet Pimpernel? The man who stole her heart, who---who she nearly killed. She had sold him out, if he hadn't ended up here he surely would have been caught and killed.

Marguerite sat on the edge of the bed with her back to her husband, covered her mouth and sobbed. She would have killed her own husband!
[identity profile] oui-ministre.livejournal.com
Beaufort woke up and realised something was incredibly wrong, even before he spoke. His clothes were...distinctly not a suit and not made in the 1940s. In fact, it struck him more as something distinctly historical. He frowned, wondering when he invaded one of the exhibits for clothes, how drunk he was, and where the hell he got that much alcohol from. There was also a sword. He was pretty sure it was not a good idea to go to sleep with a sword attached. After having woken up and realising his accent was...coarser, less educated and more prone to swearing at the situation, he shook his head and decided to head outside to see what the hell was going off.

Part of him, somewhere, was looking for one man in particular, as there was a pirate in him. A rather angry pirate.

((Peanut gallery is most welcome, but don't, um, interfere just yet, pleaaase))
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
In the off chance that anyone is looking for me I wanted to assure everyone I am in fact still here. I will be living in Adventureland with Percy, in a small, cabin of sorts should anyone need me. I still plan on getting the cafe going, but it may take a little longer than planned!

Au revoir ! (for now!)

Beaufort )
[identity profile] brutalcrumbcake.livejournal.com
Still with his Flying V guitar in hand, Toki found himself standing at the gates of Disney Land. "Wowee." He blinked and looked over his shoulders. Did Pickles put something in his drink? He could have sworn Skwisgaar had just started in on one of his extended guitar solos. Toki was up next to record for the new album too, wasn't this against that...produktivatty thing they were supposed to be doing now?

"Ha ha, very funny, guys! Drugging me and leavings me at Disney Land! Ha ha ha. You really gots Toki!"

He laughed again. Then thought about how he was going to get back to Mordhaus. Then thought about drinking some vodka. And then he saw Mickey and that cat.

Prepare for the most brutal application in the history of applications. )

((Toki Wartooth is taken from the dark-comedy cartoon Metalocalypse. He is the rhythm guitarist of the band Dethklok. He is not a bumblebee. He is also a tad messed up. Toki is taken from the season 2 episode-before-the-finale, Dethrecord.))
[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
After his little talk with Booth, Percy was determined to see his wife. Having worked these past few weeks on regaining her love and righting wrongs, he finally saw the precarious situation that they were all in with clear and focused eyes. He could lose Marguerite at any point in time - whenever it suited the Higher Powers that be, and he was determined to fix things before either one of them disappeared. It could happen at any moment.

Jauntily, he approached Marguerite's quarters on Main Street and tapped at her door with his cane. It didn't matter that he was calling at an usually late time, for he knew she wouldn't turn him anyway. Not unless she was with someone else...
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[personal profile] caycep
Setting the scene... )


Cayce's words of welcome, given after a majority of the guests have arrived. )

((Party time! Talk amongst yourselves, hassle Cayce, get drunk and ride through It's a Small World (not recommended), and otherwise have fun. Feel free to set your post before or after Cayce's little speech.))

((ETA: Here's the limbo thread!))
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite had enough of working on getting her cafe ready and decided she needed some fresh air. After washing her dress free from lint and dust (she had been sneezing to no end) she made herself presentable putting her hair up rather simply since most of it would inevitably fall down again. Exploration was in order, a chance to clear her thoughts from everything too.

She started off in a direction she had yet to take a good look at and walked towards the castle, marveling at the sheer size of it.

((Sudo date for Margot & Percy! YAY!))
[identity profile] oui-ministre.livejournal.com
After reading about Cayce's party, Beaufort decided it was letter writing time, as he was the only semi-modern Frenchman around and had been rather annoyed at the lack of fancy decorations for La FĂȘte Nationale, which was easy to work out from the '4th of July' (as nothing had a real date here, he'd noticed). Time to rectify things, he supposed.

Letter to Marguerite )

Letter to Tamaki )

Letter to Cayce )
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite realized she had gotten everything as ready as she could for the time being. She had been putting off meeting this Rae Seddon, not because she disliked the woman. She hardly knew her! Marguerite didn't like admitting weakness to someone she didn't know. Finally letting herself admit to her lack of knowledge she made her way to Miss Rae Seddon's restaurant.

Someone approached her if she needed help. "My name is Lady Marguerite Blakeney. I am here to speak with Miss Rae Seddon," she explained as she waited patiently to meet the woman who would hopefully help her.
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
A Call for Help!

Hello out there! I am Lady Marguerite Blakeney and I'm looking to open a French style cafe on Main St. below my current residence near City Hall in an emptied pastry shop. I, however have limited baking skills (limited meaning, perhaps two or three things) and am currently looking to recreate the style of tea and chocolate which I am planning to serve. If anyone would be interested in helping me (either to teach me different things) or become a baker of some sort please send me a note on inquiry or feel free to stop by if I have yet to meet you, which seems to be the case with so many!

Please address all inquires to Lady Marguerite Blakeney. I look forward to seeing and meeting everyone soon!
[identity profile] oui-ministre.livejournal.com
Beaufort was not only bored, he was already missing talking to Marguerite, and not only because she was his only fellow Frenchperson, either. His first thought was to turn up at her door with a bottle of wine and offer her help with her new cafe, or offer her a break, whatever she preferred. However, he then remembered the entire lack of wine, so tried to think of something else he could take and share instead.

After much deliberation, he turned up at the door of where she was living with two cans of Coke and some grape juice. He was familiar with the Coke of the 1940s, even if it was an insult to European culture, but the modern stuff was different, and he was very sure that Marguerite would need introducing. The grape juice was a fall back, and as close to wine as he could pull off.

Juggling all the items, he knocked on the door and waited. He hoped her husband was not here, as that could be awkward.
[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
A Call for Artists, Actors, and Amateurs of Both Varieties!

Lud love us, we are without a theatre troupe of any kind. The horror! The inhumanity! It must be remedied, good neighbours, for only le bon Dieu knows we need a bit more amusement in this place. I call for a company to be formed with the expressed purpose of putting on plays and other such delights of the stage in order to give our fellow inhabitants of the Park a bit of ... culture and new entertainment.

Auditions to join the company will be held at that stage by the large, fake castle at midday in two days hence...or rather, two nights hence as it's demmed difficult to tell days. Experience need not required - anyone with a fancy to act may come and try their hand.

The first play shall be Much Ado About Nothing, which should be familiar to those who've read their Shakespeare. Everyone is welcome to try out for a specific role, however all that is needed is a five minute performance - anything and all things - to gage artistic flair and style.

Again, and in list form!

Auditions for the Disney Theatre Troupe (gad, awful name, I know)
Where: Stage in front of the insult to castle-building (Cinderella's Castle, I do believe?)
When: Midday, when the sun is just above you, two nights hence
Why: THEATRE! (Much Ado About Nothing, specifically)
What to bring: A five-minute piece to preform (a soliloquy, a song, a dance, zooks, whatever strikes!)

Questions, inquiries, comments should be directed to Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet. Lud!

Letter to Kit )
To Una )
M. Booth )

Md. Marguerite St Just (Blakeney) )

Two days hence, Percy sat down with a pen in his hand by the stage... )

(( Yes, that's right, a theatre company! Woo! The ever-helpful wiki entry for Much Ado About Nothing. Again, you can bother Percy with questions and whatnot, as well as have your character(s) audition in this post....to keep it all nice and in the same spot, of course.))
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite had found some old clothes that she was able to patch together in order to have some sort of a change of clothing, besides that most of her time was taken up with ideas for her cafe. Seeing as her rooms wouldn't be like home as she liked, a French inspired cafe might just do the trick. Fretting about she made a list of things to do and get. Before long she realized she needed some help. She needed to reach out, but to whom? Perhaps this Kit fellow Percy had mentioned. Surly he would be of help.

Dear Kit,

Hello, I am aware that you don't know me, but it would seem we have a common acquaintance. Well, more than that actually. I am new here and I was informed by my husband, Percy that if I needed any help or anything that you would be a helpful sort. I do understand that this is most improper seeing as we have yet to be formally introduced, but I do hope you can forgive me that. If you are otherwise inclined, I truly understand and perhaps another time.

Marguerite Blakeney


May. 6th, 2008 06:01 pm
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
It had been an unnatural day. Not only long, but trying in every sense of the word. Marguerite managed to find an empty bench and thought it as good as any for a little rest. She had no place of her own to go to, and no doubt in her mind Percy would turn her away. After moving about to get comfortable she finally managed to lay her head on her puff of skirts. The un-abiding light, however, seemed to make dozing off for a short while an unbelievably difficult task to do. Finally able to set her fan up enough to block some light, she found herself dozing off.
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite had woken in her bed alone to find a note from her husband, Percy Blakeney, informing her that he had forgotten his previous engagement to race his yacht against another and to make excuses to their guest. It was bad enough that he was so distant from her, but Chauvelin's news of Armand? How did this all happen like this? And to leave her like this! How could he! At least she wasn't alone with him here. He may not have spoken to her, or shown any signs of love at all since their marriage but she was not alone. But now? When she needed him most? What was she to do? She had not the slightest idea where to begin---first the Marquis de St. Cyr, next Armand, then The Scarlet Pimpernel---and they'd all be sent to the guillotine because of her.

Lifting her skirts ever so slightly as not to trip, she made her way up the stairs to his study. Enough was enough - the lies, the secrets, it was enough! What happened to the man she fell in love with? What happened to the Percy Blakeney she married, who's loving words touch her heart?

Sink me? Shoot me! )

((Hello! I've talked this over with the player of Sir Percy Blakeney and all is well. She doesn't yet know her beloved hubby is in fact the Scarlet Pimpernel.))


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