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

[herotypical]

No imposing. It's kinda my job, after all.

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

You're far too kind, but I'm afraid I've left all my money at home.

[herotypical]

You sure? 'Cause I won't tell if you don't.

[ it's not every day you get to serve a celebrity, after all. ]

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Aha! Well then, I can't pass up an offer like that, though I shan't be able to stay long.

[herotypical]

That works 'cause I'm not sure I can hold up the scintillating conversation for long.

[ shall we to the pub then, m'lord? ]

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Oh ho ho, it's for the best then. Well then, off we go!

[He knows the way himself, so he'll just lead the way.]

[herotypical]

[ and -- in a strange twist that buffy may never live down, post-experiment -- she follows. ] I'm kinda surprised about the tea -- given the garb, I'd have bet my last cent on mead.

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I thought my love of tea was legendary by now! Goodness!

[Maybe he messed up the Shift. He wouldn't have left out something so important, would he?]

[herotypical]

Yeah, but...who drinks tea at a party?

[ she's just saying it's a drinking kind of affair, blue-boy. ]

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

I would suspect it's quite common at tea parties, yes?

[herotypical]

Rule number one of all celebrations? Tea parties -- not real parties.

[ irreverent as it may seem, this is buffy being friendly. ]

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Oh my. I'm not certain I'd care to be at any of these real parties.

[Buffy, you may have just insulted the Envoy of The Great One.]

[herotypical]

Oh! But what about long island iced teas. That's kinda the same, only more party-appropriate.

[ she heads behind the bar. don't worry, catherine. she ain't gonna make you a long island iced tea. ]

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Earl Grey, if you please. I'm quite taken with it.

[Not quite sitting down. He's got places to go, after all!]

[herotypical]

[ she pops the appropriate tea-bag into a mug of hot water and swishes it around with the end of a spoon. so it isn't a big fancy tea pot affair but it should still work fine. ]

I wonder why they call it that. Earl Gray.

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear, this isn't the sort of tea he expected at all. Not nearly the quality he was expecting. But he DID come to Luceti expecting to rough it. It's just as well.]

One of life's mysteries, I expect. Or perhaps it was the name of the man who created it!

[herotypical]

...Sounds like a bit of a sad name, if you ask me. Earl? Who wants the name Earl.

[ sob, buffy. she jabs at the tea bag a few more times. ] Sugar? Milk?

[takesthemblonde.livejournal.com]

Two sugars and only a hint of milk, if you please!

[herotypical]

[ this she complies with before passing the mug over. ]

At least you don't drink it black. I don't know how people do that.