The Mallies are coming! The Mallies are coming!

[malnosso]

Who: takesthemblonde and hatesherjob
What: The Malnosso arrive!
When: Today (this morning, pre-festival)
Where: The central plaza
Rating: Bil hopes it stays PG!


[As the village expected, Sir Catherine arrives in Luceti in the central plaza, having traveled there from the east. Along with him is a young girl dressed in this dress. She has been in Luceti before, a strange girl that last year some Lucetians found amongst a group of dead ex-Malnosso cultists that left only her behind during the Halloween ball. She is now Sir Catherine's personal assistant and apprentice (and quite cute to boot, despite her bland brunette hair!)

As for Sir Catherine, he is dressed in this manner, simply because he felt he might fit more in like this and because it gives him a certain distinction befitting of The Great One's envoy and leader of the Malnosso. Six figures, all dressed in robes that hide their faces, are also in his presence. Although not obvious, these are actually Malnosso droids in disguise. They are merely here to act as bodyguards, just in case. They will not speak if spoken to and remain stone faced.

Sir Catherine will be walking about inspecting the booths and games and later poke about the church, followed by his attendants. Sometimes he'll deliver his comments to Molly, who will jot them down on a clipboard. They'll talk to anyone who approaches them (though it may be Catherine OR Molly, unless you specify in your comment which one you want) to converse with them, though they can't stay and talk forever! There's much to do, after all.

((mod note: If your character met Molly in the Halloween Log, then they can remember her in the situation mentioned above.

Also, either Catherine or Molly will tag your character, unless you specify one you want. For our own sanity, we won't do double tag you with both. Sorry!))

Comments

[chikaidestroyer]

My apologies. I'm sure you have many things to look at. [He sounds sincere and yet bored, nodding at her comment. Sir Catherine indeed looked ... busy.] This is the first Great One's Festival you have attended, correct?

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ She gives him a brief, inscrutable look, then simply nods. ] Yes. It's very ... f-f-f-folksy. [ ... it's the highest compliment she can pay. ] Are you e-e-e-enjoying y-y-yourself?

[chikaidestroyer]

I'm afraid I have never been one for festivals -- regardless of the sentiment behind it. ...But do not allow that to keep you from enjoying yourself. [There is an empathetic undertone there, as if he pities her for what had happened last year.]

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ She's about to respond in kind -- she rather feels the same, after all -- until she catches his tone.

Molly does not know the reason for his empathy, but she can guess. And her expression hardens into stone. Stiffly ]

I d-d-do not really enjoy s-s-s-such things.

[chikaidestroyer]

No? I suppose I can understand. [Not really, but what he remembers of their last meeting is ... somewhat vague.] Being under Sir Catherine's watch may also affect your view. [wryly] But your options are limited.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ ... for a moment, Molly just looks at him.

She'd forgotten how sharp he was. Is.

Much more softly, with much of the frigidity thawed away. ]

Th-Th-They're just ... loud. B-B-But sometimes it s-s-s-s-s-s-- [ pause. a breath. ] ... s-seems like it c-c-could be fun. Maybe.

[chikaidestroyer]

[He nods carefully, noticing the way her expressions fluctuate so quickly.] Even if you don't care for the situation, you can find something worth your interest, your fascination. [He pauses, giving the booths he had just left behind a look.] It's certainly better than just following Sir Catherine and hanging on his every word.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ ... she lowers her chin and gives him a disapproving look. ]

I-I-I-It's my job. I c-c-can't just g-g-g-go off somewhere b-because I'm bored.

[chikaidestroyer]

I never said that. [He seems faintly amused by the literal interpretation of his words; he's reminded of his conversations with Buffy's mother.] You don't seem pleased by your job, as it is.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

O-O-O-O-Of course I'm pleased. [ She says that rather quickly. ] I-I-I-It's j-j-just... [ Just what? ]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He could put words in her mouth as some sort of kinder option, but he wants to hear her speak for herself. Just that you would rather not be here? That you never thought you would be in this position?]

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ He's let her talk herself into a hole, and she hates him a tiny bit for it. Is it so obvious she's got secrets to hide? Damn. Damn. Bil had best not notice.

Frostily ] Just nothing. H-H-H-H-Have a g-g-good day, A-A-A-A-A-Albert. [ and off she goes. ]