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Not the girl next door or a girl from France (Open RP)

It was early in the morning, perhaps an hour or so past sunrise (two hash marks on the Fantasyland sundial), and Miss Mrs Una Persson was out looking for ... something. She'd woken up from a vivid dream with the conviction that she really needed to find a Royal Albert gent's bicycle. Of course, as the dream faded, she couldn't remember why that could possibly important. But by then, she was already halfway across the park.

Well, sod.

Nothing for it, she decided, but to get something to eat and figure out what to do with the new day.

((Any and all are welcome to chat with or bother her at any point in the day.))
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[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, Percy." She grinned. "Yes, definitely an interesting gentleman. More to that one than meets the eye. But a good person to know as well, I think. I don't believe I know a Jonathan, however. What's he like?"

[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"He's definately a good person to know in a tight situation, that's for sure." She thought for a second about how to describe him, "He's the only other person from the 19th century, does magic, apparently, but never showed me, even though he was going to and he was just very, very polite. He hasn't replied to letters or anything in a while. It's rather worrying, but I didn't know him extraordinarily well anyway."

((Apologies. wrong journal.))

[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn. I wonder if ..." She frowned. "You've heard about the occasional disappearances?"

[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Not particuarly, no." She returned Una's frown, "Do you think that's what's happened, then? Oh...do they just disappear? Into thin air?"

[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"We don't know what happens, exactly, and that's the helllishly frustrating thing. It's always without warning, and the only way anyone ever finds out is when they go to look for the person in question and can't find him or her." She shook her head. "I prefer to think that perhaps they're going home somehow, or being sent home ... but we don't know."

[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I just presumed I kept missing him, or he was avoiding me. Oh...well, I do hope he's gone home." It was a comforting thought that people had returned, as well as hope for possibly returning herself. "It's...a real shame, I looked forward to talking to him more."

[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Una nodded. "Wherever or whenever he is, I hope he's all right." She took down a couple of mugs from a shelf. "Coffee? Or tea? The tea here's fairly ghastly, for the most part, I should warn you."

[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hope so too. I'm sure he is." Kitty appreciated that warning, as she'd just opened her mouth to ask for tea, as the coffee at home was awfully gritty and bitter, "It'll be coffee then. With milk, if there is any."

[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not that the coffee is terrific either, but it's not nearly as awful as the tea is capable of being." She fetched some milk, poured out coffee for herself and Kitty, and led the way to one of the tables.

"So tell me a bit more about where you came from," Una said. "When did you first hear the call of the stage?"

[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com 2008-04-15 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Kitty picked up her coffee and sat herself at the table, then considered how to answer this question, given that she was still, in theory, a man. She didn't particuarly want to lie any more than was necessary, though, "Oh...I don't know exactly. I was brought up by my grandmother, who taught me all the songs and dances and so on. She didn't really want me to go into the theatre, she just thought it'd keep me occupied. But one day, I was...well, I was getting very sick of her, and when a travelling show, you know the sort that went from small theatre to small theatre, came into town, I press ganged them into letting me go with them. Or I kept trying with different ones until one took me." Pressganged meaning that she finally realised that dressing up as a man might get her somewhere on the stage that just being a small, flat-chested girl couldn't.
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