Dressers and Tables and Chairs Oh My! ((77))

[Meadowlark]

Munkustrap stepped out of the furniture store, shaking his head. He had half a mind to ask Electra to help him pick out the furnishings for the new apartment he was renting, but he would have to wait until his next paycheck either way. There was no way to pay for the furniture he needed in addition to the payment for the apartment itself at this point.

The silver tabby made his way down the sidewalk, mentally tallying costs and how much he could put away after making sure he wasn't just sleeping on a mattress any longer. It wouldn't be much, but after that purchase he could viably start setting enough aside to feel secure in asking...he had a feeling he was getting ahead of himself again. Ah well. Life was far brighter now than it had been less than a month prior.

He wasn't watching where he was going and very nearly collided with a young queen, "Oh! Terribly sorry, I do beg your pardon." It was long since time to start taking heed of his surroundings.

[littlesongbird]

Lise had the grace to appear not visibly startled by the near collision. She tucked a wayward strand of hair back into her bun and gave the tiniest of smiles up at the tom in front of her. "Non, Mssr, it is my fault as much as yours," she quietly offered up. "I fear I was in quite the hurry to get to work that I do not think I was paying as much attention to where I was going as I should have." Oh dear, she had left her apron back home, luckily, she had a spare at work, otherwise, it'd be a long run back to fetch it. Of course, that gave her nothing to bunch up since she did feel nervous, having "bumped" into a well-to-do tom.

[Meadowlark]

"And where do you work, Miss?" His gaze flickered over the black dress she wore as he stepped aside and out of her way, "Oh I do beg your pardon, that sounds rather intrusive doesn't it."

[littlesongbird]

She made a small noise of agreement before she gave him a small smile. "I do not mind answering," she said, not feeling terribly offended that the gentletom before her asked. It wasn't as if she was ashamed of her job. "I work at the," she paused, trying not to make the name sound even Frencher then it already did sound, "Démoniaque for Mssr Hollister."

Merde... That really did come out sounding impossibly French. And she was trying so hard not to have a noticable accent.

[Meadowlark]

Munkustrap smiled a bit at that, "I think you may be the one cat in town I've heard pronounce that hotel name the way it sounds like it ought to be said." He paused for a moment, "Would it be an intrusion if I walked, at least part of the way, with you? I'm headed in that direction and really ought to go see how Mac is anyway."


((*Grins* I did nothing like go through my memory banks and English to French dictionary to find a hotel name that suited when this thing was set up.....*whistles innocently*))

[littlesongbird]

((It's been impossible for me to try and mentally pronounce it without it sounding like French. Ironic since I only had half a term of it in grammar school - then it was onto Spanish, which I took up until my freshman year of college. I doubled my language course my freshman fall term - took Spanish and Japanese, then from freshman spring to sophmore spring I took strictly Japanese.

And one of these days, she has got to learn it's all right to use contractions XD She's too proper in her speech XD))

"Well," she admitted with a slightly cheeky smile. "It does sound like a rather French name and who better to pronounce a French name then a person from France, non?" She laughed lightly at that. "And non, I would not mind." She paused for a moment, her brow arching at the name, Mac. She had the grace of looking confused, but did not press to find out who Mac was. Most likely, none of her business.

Still, it did puzzle her as to who Mac was? In fact, he did not seem the least bit surprised that she was working for a Mssr Hollister. Dieu... This was not her employer, was it? In truth, she had never met Mssr Hollister the day she was hired, or if she had, it had been such a brief meeting that she didn't recall what he looked like.

[Meadowlark]

((No worries, Doc doesn't use contractions either (or at least as long as I can catch them before I post.) In his case it comes from learning the language later in life.))

He offered her a slight smile at that, "I don't believe I caught your name, Miss...?"

[littlesongbird]

"de Chagny," she answered, almost without thinking, before mentally wincing when she realized she only gave a last name. First name, first names were important to these Americans. "Let me try that again," she murmured. "Miss Lise de Chagny, Mssr...?" her voice trailed off in a question, and she tilted her head ever so slightly as she looked at him. Perhaps he would tell her his name, but she did not think he had to. What was the proper convention here?

[Meadowlark]

"Munkustrap Hollister," he replied as he started in the direction of the Demoniaque, pausing long enough to wait for her. "You mentioned you were from France?"

[littlesongbird]

Thank goodness for dark fur because she could feel herself paling. Was this her employer? Not the greatest of impressions to be making on him. She quickly caught up to him, feeling more then a little nervous.

"Oui, yes," she said. "I lived in France for close to twenty years before arriving here in Felidae around the time I officially turned twenty. France.. did not feel like home during my last year there," she said quietly. "Too much darkness from the war still lingered, lingers." She gave a slight shudder at the thought. She fell silent for a moment as she thought before she gave herself a mental shake.

"I humbly ask for your forgiveness for bringing a far too somber a topic up," she murmured.

((Poor dear - she hasn't quite met Macavity yet so she's all "Oh, crap, I am not presenting myself well to my boss", who at the moment she believes to be Munkustrap. This should be interesting XD))

[Meadowlark]

"Too somber? Miss, you have evidently not been around Felidae very long. Somber is our stock in trade," He smiled a bit at that. "You say you're a maid at the Demoniaque?"

[littlesongbird]

"I believe you are right. Roughly three years," she admitted quietly. "And oui, I am. I only recently gained employment there. It is hard work, but I like it. It is not flashy, which I like," she admitted. "Although, I do find Mssr Martin to be a bit unnerving, especially with how he watches people."

Odd.. If he was her boss... wouldn't he have known that? But.. He said he was Mssr Hollister and she was employed by a Mssr Hollister..

[Meadowlark]

Munkus shook his head, "Smith, the desk clerk you mean? He's bloody awful. A complete snob, and rather insufferable all told. But he serves his purpose I'm sure."

[littlesongbird]

((Of course, it would eat my post. And I can't wait til she learns there's yet another Mssr Hollister. I think she'll be in need of a stiff drink at that point))

"Oui.. I can not agree more," she said quietly. "At least, I am happy to know that I am not the only one who views him as insufferable." She paused a moment and not quite looked at him when she forgot her place for a moment. "Although.. you did know that when you hired him, I assume, Mssr Hollister?" she ventured quietly. It was only after the question came out that she winced. Dieu...

"What I mean was.. I.." she helplessly trailed off.

[Meadowlark]

"When I...?" Munkus blinked at her in bemusement for a moment before laughing very slightly, "Oh good heavens, I don't hire anyone for the Demoniaque. It's not my hotel. You have me confused with my elder brother, I fear. I'm Munkustrap Hollister--the defense attorney."