dizzy_land | Open RP - Percy is a strange (wo)man

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Open RP - Percy is a strange (wo)man

Normally when Percy suffered from the throes of boredom he'd seek out one of the members of his league to entertain him, or perhaps write another insufferably terrible poem to share with His Highness, the Prince of Wales. He'd go to London for a lark or race his yacht down the Thames, scheme another scheme or maybe even figure out another way to sneak into the chaotic streets of Paris. Now? Now all Percy could do was meddle in little ways. He did enjoy a good disguise.

Dressing up as an old hag had been easy, but to dress up as a pretty young woman? Well, that would be a challenge indeed. He had found a dress, something rose-coloured and pretty in one of the shops (he did suppose it was pretty, but the tailoring was poor...and confusing), and had disguised himself well. A painted lady! It made him laugh to see his own appearance. His breast was small and his shoulders were wide, and he looked more like a Hapsburg lady of old than a dainty maiden, but he was fair enough under all the makeup and lace and frills.

Ah, and now for the fun. He left Adventureland and just went walking, wondering who would be fooled and who would just think him completely mad. He kept a fan in front of his face and tried not to topple over in these demmed pumps.

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Kitty looked up to the sky and smirked, "That'd be the sky. Watch your hair, sir." She laughed at the very idea, but was quietly pleased she had met him like this. Perhaps at some point, when she was sick of this to the point of confession, she could trust him with this information. Perhaps.

When Kit looked up Percy took the opportunity to check "his" throat for a pronounced adam's apple. Damn tricky things, cravats, always hiding the neck when it was needed the most. "Oh, yes, suppose it is my hair. Dem wigs. I'm not sure how ladies do it," he confessed, straightening out his ring before slipping his gloves back on to his rather large hands. "Anyway, now you know one of my secrets. I do hope you'll keep it to yourself." He was sure to say "one", as dressing up was hardly a secret at all as far as he was concerned.

Kitty didn't notice him looking at her and turned back to him, "Neither do I." She entirely did, though, as normally, she wore fake hair so her short cut would not be noticed. "Then again, it's not as common amongst women in my time as it is amongst yours, I suppose." She smiled and nodded at him, "Absolutely. I would never betray such a confidence, you needn't worry." She was still very nervous about confessing her own secret, given that she had been doing this for a while here, and lying to him every time she saw him. Some secrets were just easier to keep. She'd have to see.

"Women in my time had huge hair, enormous. Well, I suppose the men did too. Robespierre wore a gigantic wig." Percy himself wore wigs when necessary, but he did fancy his hair just a bit longer and more natural...more natural to the touch, if he was perfectly honest.

"I knew I had reason to place my trust in you. Thank you, Kit." He opened his fan with a flick of his wrist, sitting back upon the bench in an elegant sort of fashion. Everyone had secrets, though Percy's head was less likely to roll here and he was only now finally able to believe this.

She rose an eyebrow, "Robespierre? You've seen him in person, then? As I was always sure paintings of things exaggurated those wigs."

"You're most welcome, sir." She was still hoping she'd be able to place her trust in him at some point. If she let herself, that was the question. She hadn't even trusted Una yet, who she was very sure knew...

"Seen him Od's fish, Kit!" Percy burst into a short spell of laughter, having to set his fan to one side while he doubled over. He smiled when he had finished, "Yes, to answer your question and stop myself from continuing my rude laughter. Yes, I've seen him, you could say. His wig was not exaggerated in the slightest. Perhaps those portraits by David do not even do its outrageous height justice." Which was a shame, but they had a good laugh over Robespierre's portrait at Mazzarini's party.

Kitty laughed with him, now rather unsure as to why it was so funny. "Oh, really? That's...well, I must admit it's quite impressive." To her, he was just another boring and cruel portrait in a history book that at some point, she probably should have learnt about. Something to do with the French Revolution.

"Say, could I ask you something? Only because I am curious, sir. If I had been so foolish as to miss...who you were, when would you have stopped me?" As here, and only here, she got the impression she would be in that situation at some point, and she'd have to do something. Simply because her male character was...a huge flirt.

Impressive might it be now, but horrifying it was back in his time. "The man's a horror," he recalled, swiftly pushing the topic aside with the shake of his head. He was glad for the change in topic, though the question was somewhat surprising given that he had assumed Kit was a rather reserved person.

"Stopped you from what?" he replied, cocking his head to one side. Percy didn't even manage a clever smirk, just a look of sheer curiosity.

She breathed in carefully at that question, then answered quickly, "Well, if I'd have thought you were a lady, I might have...been a bit more forward, perhaps. Might have even kissed you." She shrugged, as right now, she was a man admitting attraction for...what could have been a woman, "But clearly, I was paying attention, so wasn't that silly. But if I was...less attentive, I couldn't quite say."

"What ever happened to courting a lady first!" Percy said with a laugh, just to ease poor Kit, who was clearly feeling a bit awkward and uneasy. He added, rather unabashedly, "So far I've kissed two men and a goddess. I think perhaps I might be broadening my range. But in any case..." He shook his head and smiled. "I'm more respectful when I'm in control of myself to those I consider to be my friends. I would have stopped you, I promise. For all my own flirtatious inclinations, that would have been taking advantage of you."

In a surprising moment he took young Kit's gloved hand and kissed the knuckles, like a man would to a lady. Roles were quite reversed anyway, in so many ways, so it suited Percy to be even stranger today. He let Kit's hand go and then stood quickly, yet gracefully, taking his fan with him.

"I thought you would have, I couldn't really think otherwise. I was just...curious, I suppose." She stopped, though, when he kissed her hand. That was unusual. Either he knew, or he was messing around, but she couldn't quite say at the minute. She blinked and got to her feet after him, "Isn't that rather my job, given what you're wearing, sir?" Not that it would have been his job at all, be they both men for the minute.

"I'm a gentleman," he said with a small wink, and waved his fan on his neck. "You could kiss my hand too, if you wish, but I think since things are so topsy-turvy then we could let things stand as they are."

"Care to walk me back to my home in Adventureland? Unless you have something else to do, my good sir." Percy held out his arm with a smile, hoping that Kit would take it to enjoy the air with him. He did enjoy the young man's company.

She smirked at him and replied with her own wink, "Perhaps, but I'm no lady." It was pretty clear to her by this point that even as a woman, she was pretty close to falling off the edge of 'lady'.

"Why, it'd be my pleasure, ma'am." She smiled at him and took his arm, "Again, rather my job, don't you think?"

"Again, does it matter much at this point?" Percy replied, smiling so very gently and wryly. He gave a tap to Kit's hand as they began to stroll, walking along very much casually in his manner despite the dress and the unusual admissions. He had some intent in mind to asking Kit along, mainly to show his friend his lovely coat. Kit would appreciate such a fine coat.

Kitty shrugged, "Not particularly, no. At least not to me." She was quite intrigued as to where Percy lived, as she did wonder if she was the only person who'd actually bothered to find things to make where she lived...well, livable, not that it really required much for her, or if everyone else was just improvising and getting on with their more interesting lives. Perhaps she was just intrigued to see where he lived full stop.

He wandered along with Kit's arm laced with his, smiling brightly as he led the two of them to the rather garish entrance to Adventureland. "I must say, I look rather out of place here in my cravat and waistcoat. If I'm not covered in dirt or have a bit of hair on my face I fear I don't belong." He chuckled at himself and led his friend past the odd trees and jungle lining the odd shops and attractions, towards the little shop in which he had made his home in the back.

"I must change, if you'll excuse me for a moment..."

"Ah, but if the park put you here, you clearly belong here. For one reason or another." But none which was immediately evident to her. She nodded and headed towards the shop itself, "I'll...enjoy the treasures of this shop. Complete with monkies, it seems." She ambled around, occasionally poking a stuffed monkey.

Percy slipped round the back and quickly changed into his usual attire. His waistcoat and outer coat, his normal frills and special add-ons like his hat and quizzing glass, his trousers and hose and boots too. He was still wiping the powder and cake off his face with a handkerchief when he returned to the front of the shop to politely incline his head towards Kit.

"Perhaps the park just wanted to see me sleeping on a hammock for its own personal amusement," he smiled.

Kit laughed, "It has its sadistic moments, this park. Can't help but wonder why the hell it does it, though? For its own amusement, do you think?" She looked over at him with a smile and picked up a monkey from next to where she was stood.

Percy shrugged elegantly. "If I knew the Park's intentions I'm sure I wouldn't still be here," he replied teasingly, dabbing at his lips to get the last bit of makeup off. "There, now I'm all male. No confusion."

"That's presuming the park took well to negotiation, even if we did know its motives." Kitty blinked at him, "Definately male, yes. Especially that cravat. That's the most manly bit." She said this with the world's biggest playful smirk.

"Oh, was that a jab at my cravat? I'm not sure such a figure of fashion as myself could stand for such an insult!" Of course he said it all in jest, for it was nice not having to play the fop for once. He could walk a little more slouched and look at Kit with his eyes awake and attentive, and he could smile and just smile without having to follow it up with that horrible laugh.

"I'm not sure myself if this isn't just some large experiment, and we're all the little, unaware subjects caught and waiting to be dissected at some point."

"Well, it is very...um...lacy?" She shrugged with a laugh, "You needn't stand for such an insult. I'm sure my tie is not at all to your taste either."

Shoving one hand in the pocket, and absentmindedly playing with the monkey in her other, she replied, "We could well be. I'd rather not think of myself as a lab rat, though. Then again, did you hear that people disappear?"

Percy nodded a little sadly. "My dear duck friend has mysteriously disappeared," he told her with a frown. "It happens often here. Apparently some stay longer than others, while some just...disappear altogether. Where ever they go, I hope it is good."

He tried to cheer up a little, for the topic was a sad one indeed. "To the contrary, Kit, I do fancy your tie. It's simple and there's no shame in being a little different." He pointed to his tall collar excitedly. "Do you like my collar? It's a magnificent collar, don't you think?"

Kitty gave him a sympathetic look, "Oh, I think I saw him once. Well, I suppose for sanity's sake, we could presume he's gone home. It's the most logical explaination, that he found a way home."

She raised her eyebrows and admired his collar, "It is, rather. Very impressive. Much more so than my simple dinner jacket and tie."

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