crystal;

[heirring]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Wysteria
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: A very heartfelt announcement. No shenanigans here, no siree.

[The sun is—well, not quite shining as it is rather very overcast. The birds are—shrieking is really more in line with what the seagulls swooping about the Gallows do. But at least Wysteria Poppell is this morning at her most aggressively bright:]

Good Morning, Riftwatch. This is Miss Wysteria Poppell with a very brief but quite happy announcement.

For those of you who are not otherwise engaged outside the Gallows on the date in question, I should like to cordially invite you on Summerday to bring your best clothes and join the company which will be travelling from here to Edlingham Hall in the Vinmark foothills.

Warden Andrasteia has helped to arrange a very lively party there. We will be camping in the ruin overnight, and expect to engage in all the usual dancing and playing of music and general revelry which is typical in celebration of myself and Monsieur de Foncé's most sincere wedding vows.

Gifts are not unwelcome, but are hardly necessary; we wish only to celebrate our most enduring happiness with anyone who should care to share it. Thank you in advance for all your kind words and congratulations.

Comments

[elegiaque]

They're probably good for at least another ten minutes until someone dangles something that jingles in front of his face.

[heirring]

[That sound is a polite cough. It couldn't possibly be anything else.]

No, truly. He has my every confidence.

[elegiaque]

Blink twice if you need help.

( that's an actual joke. on the crystals, no one can hear you blink. )

[heirring]

[Perfectly sanguine:]

I will pass the message to Valentine.

[elegiaque]

( pleased, )

He's on his own, but I can arrange you an alibi.

[heirring]

What a thoughtful wedding gift.

[elegiaque]

I know people.

( this still sounds like a joke.

and to be fair, if val de fonce turned up black widowed out of his money and his life, there would certainly be a twinge of some emotion that she would only be prepared to admit to out of concern for jeannot. )

[heirring]

I will keep it foremost in my mind, thank you.

[Ha ha we have fun here.]

[thereneverwas]

Best wishes to the both of you, Miss Poppell.

[This sounds like a grand opportunity for some peace and quiet back in the Gallows.]

[heirring]

Why thank you, Ser Barrow.

Have you ever been married?

[Speaking of terrorism.]

[thereneverwas]

[His sudden laugh almost sounds like a cough.]

I-- no. I have never had the pleasure.

[heirring]

Because you were devoted so sincerely to your Oaths.

[thereneverwas]

[He's silent for a full fifteen seconds.]


........sure.

[heirring]

How very honorable.

[thereneverwas]

Mm. Yes.

[EXTRACTION SEQUENCE COMMENCED]

Well. Have... have a lovely time.

[bouchonne]

I did not request respect for me. I requested some respect for the concern itself. The fact that there is some bit of - care for you out there in the world isn't something to scorn.

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[cozen]

I think so. But I am very sorry to disappoint, Miss Poppell.

I am going to miss calling you that. Madame de Foncé is not bad at all, but your name is so charming.

1 million years dungeon

[heirring]

I have been thinking I will save it in a drawer in case I should I ever need it again.

[Quickly:]

For publishing, I mean. Particularly as the other de Foncé is rather prolific. It wouldn't suit either of us for there to be any confusion.

[heirring]

[In some other circumstance, where she is not holding a fistful of lies in the one hand and hurt feelings in the other, maybe there is room for some measure of charity in this moment. Patience enough to hear what he means, or to say the right thing in reply to it.

But in this one she is quite sick of him.]

Oh really, Mister Rutyer! As if I were not perfectly aware of it! And as if you were the only source of it! Consider, sir, that surely there are people in my life with which I share a much close friendship than ours and that none of them have raised any objection.

[But would they? Who knows. Certainly not Wysteria, perpetually forgetful of soliciting anyone else's opinions on her impulses.]

Your concern is not for me. It is for who you imagine I am. To say nothing of your brutish assessment of de Foncé.

[heirring]

Oh, will you not be able to join us?

[acreage]

What are weddings like in Kalvad?

[ but, he pauses to consider her question, then offers, ]

I knew someone whose sisters stole her husband's shoes during the wedding ceremony. The only way to get them back was for him to pay them off. They made pretty good cash off him, as far as I could tell.

[heirring]

Oh! [Her pleasure is instant, a bright spark.] We have something very like that!

Usually the night before the wedding, an assembly of cousins or friends or whomever you like kidnaps the bride and she is hidden away somewhere and the groom must come rescue her and pay a ransom to her captors like paying money or doing some bit of cleverness like solving a puzzle. It's very good fun. The most money I have ever had in my own pocket was from when we held my cousin Claudine hostage.

[bouchonne]

It is for whom you have pretended to be with me.

[ There's frustration audible in his voice. ]

Maker, Miss Poppell, you have studiously endeavored to make yourself seem a proper young lady, concerned solely with propriety - [ that's the same thing as proper, whatever - ] and then lash out at me for - what, for not recognizing how phenomenally iconoclastic and intellectual you are. I have seen you how you have portrayed yourself, and you blame me for that.

[thereneverwas]

I'm afraid I have a prior engagement.

[It's called Getting High And Enjoying the Solitude While Everyone Is Gone]

[notathreat]

[Can't argue with that.]

You didn't have that wherever you came from?