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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 10:35:21 GMT -8
Lise was torn between staring in horror at her complete mistake and hysterical laughter. Hysterical laughter seemed to be winning as she let out a strained chuckle. "My deepest, humblest apologies," she said, her voice strained. "It.. I.. When you said Mssr Hollister... I.. well.. I did not recall meeting the elder Mssr Hollister so when you said you were Mssr Hollister I made what I thought was the logical conclusion." She attempted to compose herself. "I just hope your elder brother does not hear of me talking negatively of one of the upper level staff. It is not like there are other places that I know of that have openings for maids." 'Or singers,' she mentally added.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 10:37:13 GMT -8
Munkus chuckled, shaking his head, "No, it's quite alright. I have to say it's one of the only times I've been mistaken for him and it's an enlightening experience. But I also don't think you need to be nearly as skittish as regards him, most of the time anyhow."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 10:44:37 GMT -8
"Thank you, for being understanding," she said quietly, feeling the slight rise of relief. "It is.. I just wish to make a good impression," she said quietly. She really did not like upsetting people - and her brothers were not here to protect her. Perhaps that Mac he had mentioned before was the elder brother? Would make sense.
"Is.. Mssr Smith always that.. inquistive?" she asked, hestitantly. "I felt so uncomfortable when I met him briefly..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 10:48:56 GMT -8
"As far as I can tell, Smith has that reaction on most people. If he isn't prying he's staring down his nose at you," Munkustrap's lip curled slightly at that. "As I said, I'm sure he serves his purpose."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 10:53:39 GMT -8
"I do not think I want to know his purpose is. He asks too many unneeded questions," she said quietly. "If people want to keep their past private, then he should not press and respect their desire to keep it private." She still felt irritated that he had gotten her to talk about things she wanted to keep private. She blushed a little. "Forgive me, I pray my first encounter with Mssr Smith is the last. My past is none of his concern."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 11:03:37 GMT -8
That garnered a bark of a laugh, "I'm pretty sure most cats pray that. He's an effective desk clerk though from what I've seen. He keeps an eye on the hotel well."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 11:07:23 GMT -8
She gave a small nod of concession. "I suppose you are right," she said quietly. "I just do not see how my life in France would play an impact on my job here. What I did in France is not of his concern." Her tail gave a minor swish in irritation.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 11:09:04 GMT -8
Munkus shrugged, "Well, who knows. Smith may just be a busybody. I don't know."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 11:16:14 GMT -8
"Forgive me," she apologized. "All I could tell is that he was not pleased that he did not know." She gave small shrug before struggling to find a topic that did not involve with Mssr Smith. Absently, she found herself humming a bit of an aria to an opera, before remembering where she was. Perhaps he hadn't quite heard her?
((OOC: listening to Trans-Siberian Orchestra should not make me think of the cast. No, it shouldn't. Macavity has somehow come to mind when listening to various tracks off of Night Castle, as far as I know, the most recent album))
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 11:24:48 GMT -8
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "That's quite the lovely song."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 11:31:44 GMT -8
"Merci," she murmured absently. She blinked suddenly and sighed quietly. "I really should remember not to do that," she murmured to herself. She briefly recalled the aria she had hummed - Siempre libera. She gave a weak smile and glanced at him. "Siempre libera, Violetta's aria at the end of act one of La Traviata. Not my particularly favorite so I do not understand why I recalled it."
((Personally, I was never fond of La Traviata. Don't get me wrong, the music is pretty. But the story grates on me))
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 11:42:40 GMT -8
He shrugged, "Memory and minds are a strange place sometimes." He didn't comment on the music itself having only passing familiarity with opera in general.
((Ah, yeah. *shrugs* The music is lovely.))
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 11:47:04 GMT -8
((It's one of the few operas I'd be happy to watch once and not bother to watch again. When you see one soprano lead die of TB in an opera, you've seen them all.))
"This is true," she agreed quietly. Thankfully, unlike Mssr Martin, he was kind enough not to press the issue. She gave a tiny yawn, covering her mouth as she did. "I beg your forgiveness. I am a bit tired but I do need this job." What she wouldn't give for one night without the nightmares.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 11:52:23 GMT -8
"Don't worry about it. I fully understand what you mean." He thought for a moment, "Have you considered taking advantage of the bus system? It's not always the most reliable, but it can shorten the walk a good deal."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 11:57:10 GMT -8
She shook her head no, indicating she hadn't. "Non, I fear I have not," she admitted. It was embarrassing that she had not even thought to take the bus. "Normally I do not mind the walk, but after having a rough night, the walk seems longer then usually. But at least the company makes up for it," she said quietly.
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