EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

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[monocledman]

Is that so? Then perhaps I can help you, Miss Bonheur. What is this certain something of yours that is so evidently attracted to unattended trunks?

[ribbonbon]

[Whoa, wait a minute, this person knows her name? As a spy, someone she doesn't know knowing her is cause for concern. She better serious up real quick. Her expression darkens and her tone becomes a little harsher. I-It's not like she's nervous at all or anything!]

Like, I asked who's there?! Or are you going to like, keep hiding or whatever...?!

[monocledman]

[The shadow of a chimney shifts over the form of the monocled man as he steps forward to the edge of the roof. Under his arm gleams a large jar of pickles. Because they lent out pickles to someone the other day. And perhaps there is also the faintest gleam of something else under the shadowed brim of his hat...]

I'm willing to forget this incident if you are, Miss Bonheur. But I think it would be best if you minded your manners a little more closely from here on out.

[ribbonbon]

[Pilouette stares up at him, stunned into silence. What is that he's wearing? Can it be?! It's a little difficult to see, but she's almost certain she's right. She looks away, fists clenched trying to keep her cool. Her behavior may be unbecoming for a spy, but if she's right about this...]

I-If you decided to forget this, it probably wouldn't be the first thing you've forgotten...! You know my name, but you totally don't even know who I am, do you?!

[monocledman]

[Monocle and pickle jar flash in the moonlight as he hops from the roof and lands nearby with easy grace. He adjusts his hat as he advances slowly, heels crisp on the pavement.]

And who are you, Pilouette Bonheur?

[ribbonbon]

[Now that she can see him clearly, she's certain. It's him. she clenches her fists even tighter trying her best to keep it together. As she speaks, gestures toward him in a way that is normal and absolutely not melodramatic at all.]

I guess it make sense that you don't know me. After all, I don't think we ever really met each other...FATHER!

[One can almost hear the dramatic chords.]

1/3

[monocledman]

2/3

[monocledman]

3/3

[monocledman]

Impossible.........

[ribbonbon]

But it's not impossible! Why else would I have...THIS?!

[She reaches into her pocket and dramatically whips out what seems to be a photo of the Monocled Man. The photo is old and worn, definitely not taken recently.]

[monocledman]

[His eyes narrow at the photo, and his field of vision zooms in on it furiously. A cacophonous chord plays somewhere nearby as someone passes by a piano and mashes his hands on it as non-pianists often and inexplicably have the urge to do.]

Where did you get that?

[ribbonbon]

[Her hand goes to her forehead and she turns away as if remembering some painful memory that may or may not be explained depending on viewer reception.]

You really have forgotten her, haven't you?! It was given to me by...MY MOTHER!

[Another chord. A lot of people are attracted to pianos today it seems.]

[monocledman]

!!

[He takes a step back as if physically struck. Who...?? It could be any of his blonde acquaintances. Any of them! Especially because he doesn't know any of their last names! But he should at least take a stab at it.]

You mean... Carmelita?

[ribbonbon]

Ye-

[Wait, was that her name? Pilouette's not sure, what with the way family members tend to pop up in situations like these. "I'm your mom." "No I'm your mom." Annoying. If she has amnesia she's going to be really upset.

...No, no, she's sure that's the right name.]

Yes! Carmelita! She gave me this photo so that when I left the farm, I'd be able to find you!

[monocledman]

[Wow that was a lucky guess. Now to remember who Carmelita actually was.]

Carmelita... I loved her dearly. [And then he met Esperanza the week after and fell in love with her but that's beside the point. He tragically looks up and away at a perfect 45 degree angle.]

But if it is my love for you that you seek, then I'm afraid... I cannot oblige.

[Should he tell her?? Surely she has a right to know. His long-hidden secret...!]

[ribbonbon]

But...But Father! I searched for you for so long after Mother...!

[She stops short and averts her gaze, tears forming in her eyes. Ah, it pains her to think of it...]

Oh...!

[monocledman]

[He almost doesn't want to know, but he should... nay, it is his duty to inquire! He looks upon her with the intensity of a 200 picarat puzzle!]

Your mother... what happened to her?!

[ribbonbon]

After the drought the farm failed and...and then Mother got so sick...and then Mother...she...she...

[Tears begin to flow as she screams into the sky as if cursing the universe.]

MOOOOTHERRRRRRRRR!!!

[monocledman]

No... Carmelita......

[The monocled man blinks away a solitary tear, but he does not brush it away. No! He lets his grief run wild and free like a stallion down his cheek. He feels he must share in his newfound daughter's pain... his only daughter! The fruit of his passion! A fierce embrace cometh, and the pickle jar shatters as he abandons it to the pavement.]

[ribbonbon]

[She lets out a gasp as she is embraced. The embrace of parent, even one she has only just found, is something she has missed for so long. Pilouette's tears increase and she sobs wildly, overtaken by emotion.]

Father...!

[monocledman]

Pilouette...!

[A passing orchestra playing an uplifting crescendo would not be wholly out of place in the middle of this touching scene, but Luceti has no orchestra, so. Shortly, he draws back but keeps an agonized hand gripped on her shoulder.]

My dear girl. What did you ever do to earn such a cur for a father? I deserve no love or comfort, if there is any justice in the world.

[ribbonbon]

[She looks to him, her eyes still teary but her gaze unwavering.]

What? But Father, what do you mean?! If Mother...If Mother loved you, how can you possibly be a bad person?!

[monocledman]

[He looks at her with as much sorrow and regret as his dewy orbs can withstand.]

I have done... many terrible things, Pilouette. I have robbed men of their handkerchiefs, separated women from their umbrellas. I'm afraid I am no father to be proud of, as no one should ever be proud of a criminal.

[ribbonbon]

But you're still my...!

[She stops short yet again asif waiting to reveal something after the commerical break another thought enters her mind. Her father...is a criminal. He says she shouldn't be proud of him, but she hasn't exactly lived an honest life herself. If he knew of the things she did, who she worked for...would he be ashamed of her?

Should she tell him? She must! But she can't! But she must! But she can't! But...this is going to take some thought.]

But I...I...!

[monocledman]

[Oh, he is breaking his newly found little girl's heart. He can see it in her eyes! He has only been a father for two minutes and he is already abysmal at it! Carmelita's ghostly spirit damn him!]

It would be best if you turned away from me, dear Pilouette. Associating with me will bring you nothing but grief and trouble, and I would not do you any more harm than I already have.

[His hand drops from her shoulder

slowly

as if edited

in post-production...]