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Wednesday, December 3rd 1952

"Midgard? My, that is a strange name for a place..."

[It seems that the Flux Gate has found yet another victim, though this one seems to be curious as much as frightened about the whole affair. Giselle has managed to find a stick somewhere along the way to clip her hair up into a loose knot, but it only manages to make her look more swamped by the jumpsuit she has been given. She clutches a book in her arms protectively, fingers curled around as best she can to try and keep them out of the cold.]

"I do wish that they'd given me some clearer instructions... then again, they did seem very distracted."

[She turns, scanning the buildings once again, then a rustle from the side of the road catches her attention. Giselle spins, eyes widening, as a rat briefly appears from the shadow of a doorway. Immediately, her face lights up and she walks over to the rat, bending at the waist to talk almost conspiratorially.]

"I don't suppose that you can help me, can you? I'm looking for Midgard, only I don't know this place and I'm awfully afraid that I'm going to get lost. You don't happen to know where it is, do you?"

[The rat squeaks, scratches with its claws, and then disappears off into the  darkness. Giselle straightens up, looking more than a little surprised.]

"Well, that wasn't really what I asked, but..." [She raises her voice to call after the rat.] "Thank you anyway!"

[A brief pause. She bites her lip uncertainly and looks round the road once again. Everything is so strange here, not open like Andalasia was but not all in neat rows like New York either. Another gust of wind produces a shiver.] "Oh my, it is cold here. I really do need to find this place soon..."

((OoC: Well, here's to hoping that I'm doing things right. ^.^ It's an honour to be among you guys.))


Apr. 6th, 2010 08:28 pm (UTC)
[Servants is something of an odder one. In Andalasia, Prince Edward had servants, but in New York they aren't so much the done thing. Giselle supposes that she'll really have to wait and see how things are in this place instead.]

"Oh, thank you ever so much, Your Majesty."

[Impulsively, she moves as if she is going to hug him in gratitude. 'Personal space bubbles' have never been Giselle's strong point.]
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)
*His eyes widen and he backs up immediately. Nine out of ten human women he's ever met have tried to hug him at some point, but that doesn't make him remotely okay with it.*

O-oi, knock that off! And I told you, don't thank me!
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:47 pm (UTC)
"Oh... you're upset..."

[Captain Obvious is checking in.]

"Or is that angry?"
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Does it matter?

Don't ever try that again.
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:55 pm (UTC)
[Probably angry, but Giselle does at least have the sense not to say this aloud.]

"I... I'm sorry. I... maybe I should go..."
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
You just keep your distance! I'm still expecting you to cook for me.
Apr. 6th, 2010 09:05 pm (UTC)
"Um... yes, Your Majesty..."

[It takes her a moment or so to collect herself once again. Considering that he's talking about food, making an offer somewhere along those lines seems to be a good thing. After all, she's sure that he just needs people to be nice to him.]

"Would you like me to come round later, or tomorrow? I can make breakfast, if you want."

[What she intends to use is anyone's guess, but this is Giselle. She's used to finding the strangest things and making something useful of them..]
Apr. 6th, 2010 09:37 pm (UTC)
*He seems to calm down a little at this suggestion.*

That's fine. You can start tomorrow.
Apr. 6th, 2010 09:43 pm (UTC)
[That seems better.]

"Of course. That sounds very nice. And th-" [This time, Giselle catches herself.] "I'll... see you tomorrow."

[Giselle is a morning person. One has to hope that King Laharl doesn't object to early mornings himself.]
Apr. 6th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
*Laharl... doesn't really have a set sleeping schedule, and sleeps like a log. Giselle may or may not need to enlist Flonne in waking him.*

Right. I'm in five, down the hall. *he jerks a thumb that way* You'd better show up.
Apr. 6th, 2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
"Oh, I'll be sure to. Have a nice day!"

[Her first attempt to open the door isn't really all that successful. Instead of opening smoothly, it just rattles in the frame. Giselle turns to it, looking uncertain, then gives it a rather harder push and almost falls through instead. There's real talent there.]
Apr. 6th, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
*He's about to tell her not to say that to him either, but this little display of clutziness has him staring for a minute. That is some serious talent. Then he just turns and walks off down the hall.*
Apr. 6th, 2010 10:07 pm (UTC)
((OoC: I think that manages to, er, complete the scene. Thank you for setting up such a great character there. ^^ Laharl is awesome.))
Apr. 6th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
((It was my pleasure♥ I am so glad you brought Giselle here, we need her to offset people like Laharl XD))
Apr. 7th, 2010 10:07 am (UTC)
((OoC: Do you want me to do another post for the breakfast the next day?))
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