Dizzy Land

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!

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 )

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!))

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.

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.

Sincerely,
Marguerite Blakeney

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.))