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

.... JERK. 8|

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ She's shut up like a clam, every part of her drawn in and bunched up tight. ]

I-I-I-It's nice, t-t-to see all the w-w-w-w-work everyone p-p-put in... for the f-f-f-f-festival.

[ Her words are very hollow, but it is a necessary answer. There are droids nearby, after all. Her boss is not within earshot, but he doesn't need to be... for her to get in desperate trouble. So she lies, and it's easier, and she hates this man who sees right through her. ]

8]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't pry anymore, settling into impassivity]

I think it was work they were glad to do. [quiet, pulling out a cigarette and letting it light] A celebration is a celebration, regardless for what.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ As he derails the conversation, she begins to relax, some of the stiffness seeping out of her posture. ]

I-I-I-I-I'm sure everyone w-w-w-w-w-w-will have f-f-f-fond memories o-o-of it.

[ ... it's a cruel thing to say, and she knows it, but he put her in a bad mood and he'll have it coming when all of this is over and he remembers. ]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

They sort of blend together, after a while. Even good things. [thoughtful. In a slightly darker tone, not that he expects the point to be detected--] But maybe that's just a family trait.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ ... for a moment, she says nothing. She will regret her cruelty later. She already regrets it. But she cannot take it back. Her frown is sharp, and unconscious. ]

F-F-F-F-F-Family trait. Yes. That's ... w-w-w-what it i-i-is.

[ Abruptly she gives him an awkward, formal curtsy, meeting his eyes with an intense but curiously blank gaze. ] Either way, I-I-I-I-I-I-I m-m-must go.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he inclines his head-- a little wryly] Hope you don't have to stay too long.