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[When Sheila turns on her NV, she's standing over her kitchen stove. There are piles of dirty dishes in her arms and she shifts them with a soft clatter to the sink, and a feast of food sitting in a mountainous pile beside her, including some . She gives her forehead a mopping and looks ruefully into the screen.]

It hath been a long journey from the place I embark'd. To think that I once cook'd o're an open pit and had to watch my skirts afore they burst into flame. I hope that all hath attained peace at long last. And that all hath found a reason for thanks. 'Tis not quite Christmas yet, but the feast season hath begun.

I hath prepared a repast of thanks to Saint Catherine. Ye need not share my faith to join me in a cup! If any art hungry, my door remains open until sunset.

[OOC: It's just past Saint Catherine's Day, and Sheila's prepared a takeaway meal for all of her friends! This is open to action threads for any who want to come eat at her apartment.]

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[Eponine had been hurrying home to change into her 'best dress' but she stops when she hears Hattie.]

I am in sector 7, Madame.

[She had been wandering, exploring the city.]

I don't have my uniform, though.

Seven? What in heavens are you doing over there?

[She then gives a knowing smile.]

Yes, I figured as much. Of course I am always prepared for situations such as this; we can stop at my studio along the way.

Just... walking, Madame. I have not been here much.

[Of course they could stop. Trust Hattie to have a uniform prepared. Eponine smiles ruefully.]

It is a good job you have been rehearsing my waiting skills, no? Where shall I meet you?

[Hattie may surprise Eponine, then, as she doesn't have a uniform prepared, but rather nicer clothing. If it were a workday, that'd be another story.]

I see. I understand there is plenty of green out there; far too much green for my tastes. If you're anywhere near the lake, there will do.

[She switches to private.]

Actually, this will be the perfect opportunity to get your feet wet in a social gathering.

I'll go to the lake.

[She starts to walk over there, still clutching her NV-disguised-as-a-letter, so the picture on Hattie's end will be bouncing.]

What do you mean, Madame? Do you not wish me to wait on you there? I have been to parties before, you know. I went to the ball, remember?

[Hattie never did see Eponine's NV, did she? Huh.]

As much as I would enjoy that, I'm afraid that is lower on the priority list.. Besides, today is your day off.

[Which she will gladly change once Eponine moves in with her, ho ho ho.]

And yes you did, but there is a difference between attending a gathering with your boyfriend and attending as a lady without. Sheila is well versed in such etiquette, of course, and the atmosphere is relaxed, so she'll make the perfect partner for you.

Madame seems like a lovely lady, Madame Hattie.She offered me help when I was in prison, you know? And when I came out, she was going to give me blankets.

[She adds with a mischievous laugh]

If we are to just be ladies, then, does thaat mean I can drop the 'Madame' and 'My Lady' and just call you 'Hattie'? As if we were really friends?

What? Really? I was not aware of this.. Well then, that makes thing much easier, good good.

[ That's perhaps the most awkward question she's been asked by you yet. So she weakly laughs it off.]

Good one, Eponine. You know we will be attending as teacher and student.

I don't know why, Madame. I think she likes me.

[Eponine's by the lake now. She hadn't been far away to begin with, and she had jogged over. She laughs as well. She hadn't expected Hattie to really say yes.]

Fine. It is as you wish.

...Madame Sheila said there was to be food. I wonder what kind. I'm so hungry, I could eat it all and more. Maybe I should find her some flowers?

[She glances around and spots a patch of dandelions and the odd daisy in the grass, and goes over]

Such as these, Madame?

Not surprising, Sheila is a fair person. Perhaps a bit too fair for my tastes, but that's another story.

[Hattie smiles a bit at Eponine's agreement; and decides to do her a favor. She can understand what it means to be thankful.]

We'll see soon enough, Eponine. So you wish to make a bouquet? Hold that thought.

[And she ends the feed. About fifteen minutes later a car pulls up at the road closes to the lake and Hattie steps out in a black, shearling sheepskin had and matching coat. Once she reaches Eponine, she doesn't seem nearly as impressed by the dandelions or the daisy.]

I think not. We'll stop by the flower shop on the way there.

Edited 2012-12-04 00:15 (UTC)

[During the time Hattie was driving, Eponine had collected the flowers and tied them together with a bit of material ripped from her skirt. She doesn't care; she's wearing some of her tattiest clothes because she was going trekking in the countryside, and she didn't want to ruin her nice dresses. She must look a right sight to Hattie. Nevertheless, Eponine stands up and goes to Hattie.

"Oh your coat, Madame. It is lovely.And your hat. That is what I want, I think. A matching set like that. Will we really go to a flower shop? I'll pay you back, Madame. You may take it from my wages."

There's another mischievous laugh at that.

[Hattie had to admit, Eponine had a knack for working with what she had. And... That tattered dress? How was this girl not freezing her butt off? Something was strange there.. But more importantly, she looked horrible. On the other hand, she's very proud thanks to Eponine's flattery, and gives a smug smile.]

Well, in due time, Eponine. But you are going to need a winter coat; I don't know how you do it. And yes, we will go to the flower shop and you may choose the flowers. Under a respectable budget.

[Seventy dollars will do, she thinks. And here Hattie reveals the rub.]

Hmn. Well then, I suppose you'll have to work tonight after all, won't you? After the gathering? This way, Eponine.

[And she heads to the car.]

[Eponine shrugs]

Is it cold, Madame? I don't feel cold at all. It is funny, that. Since I have been here, I have not been cold...

[She nods. Of course, she was going to keep under a budget. She had been thinking more along the lines of 'ten dollars', rather than an extravagant seventy.]

Than- what? Tonight?

[She follows Hattie a little reluctantly, still clutching her straggling posy.]

And walk home in the darkness?

[Sometimes, she HATES Hattie.]

[Hattie raises a brow.]

Yes, Eponine, it's freezing today. That is certainly rather.. Strange. You can still feel your fingers and toes, yes?

[She gets inside the car's back, then slides over to allow Eponine in- She has someone driving her today!]

Yes, tonight. And it'd be ridiculous to send you home, there's no point in that if you're coming back in the morning. [She points to the flowers.] Those stay outside, thank you very much.

[Eponine looked down at her feet - clad, for once, in boots - in surprise.]

but yes. Of course I can. To me it feels like the warmest day of summer, Madame.

[She drops the posy reluctantly, though not before untying the rag of ribbon, which she uses to scrag her mop of hair back.]

so I may stay at your house? In one of the nice rooms? That WILL be good.

[ ... ok. ]

I see. And you said you were cold back in France, yes?

[She tells the driver where to go, then thinks a moment about the question. Hattie was thinking the couch would be fine, actually.]

You may stay at the house, yes. No strings attached.

[What a strange question]

But of course. France must be colder here, Madame. Or...

[Other people had powers here, did they not? Could she too have developed one? Eponine starts to grin.]

Do you have some magic, Madame? Do you think that this is the magic?

[Of course Hattie was thinking the couch. But Eponine can dream. Maybe with magic, she becomes more important? Maybe Hattie will see her as an equal if she has real magic?]

May I? Oh, it will be lovely, Madame. I will not ruin your dress this time - if you do not pour dirty water on me.

[Well it is a lovely couch, there's no denying that! That is another scenario for another time, however. Hattie thoughtfully taps her chin.]

It has been quite cold here for a couple of months now, it's almost winter. And.. I'm not an expert on the matter, but I would guess that it would be your special ability. It's certainly an unusual one. And yes, I do have one of my own.

[Hattie closes her eyes for a moment, then she proceeds to change color as if she were freezing over in ice, from the tip of her hair, down to her toes. Her She eventually becomes translucent, living sapphire of pink-orange hue though her clothing remains unchanged.]

For the record, it wasn't dirty. .. I think.

[Eponine gasps as Hattie transforms. Tentatively, she reaches out a hand to touch her]

You are a statue, Madame. THAT is your ability?

[She laughs, fairly certain that Hattie can't hear her]

I think I like you better like this.

[She jumps, though, when Hattie speaks] - You can HEAR? And speak, too?

[Hattie rolls her eyes; she really should have known better. Eponine could have said much worse, however. She is hard to the touch, as expected.]

You said that because you're in awe of my sparkling beauty, and not because you thought I could not hear, right? And I am not just any statue, I'm made of padparadcha: one of the rarest precious stones in the world.

Exactly like me, really~.

Yeah.... that's why I said that. No other reason...

[Obviously, from her tone, she's lying.]

You think you are a rare precious stone?

[A block head, maybe, with a cold heart... Eponine's sniggering again]

Mm-hmm. [She knows your game, girl!] As if you really need to ask, isn't it obvious, Eponine? I even have a sparkling personality! When it comes down to it, I'm the woman all the girls want to be when they grow up.

Of course.. There are those that simply don't know any better. You won't be one of those, Eponine.

[She stares out the window.]

You're going to become a fine lady. The finest ever created. Even Ella will envy you.

[Eponine, on the other hand, slumps back into her seat. She wants to be a lady. But every day further impresses into her that it's something she'll never attain.]

I don't want Ella to envy me. She doesn't like me... but I think it is my fault. I would rather just be friends.

[She had never had friends before she came here, and all of those seem to be going, leaving her with...... Hattie. And Jack.]

[Hattie laughs, though it's rather bitter.]

Eponine, you've lived that life and yet you've still managed to become nieve. When you have money, when you're popular and beautiful, you can have all the friends that you want, more than you'll know what to do with.

.. Of course, once you've done that you'll regret having made such a decision. People who you've poured your heart out to will turn on you without batting an eyelash before you know it. Happy moments will have been revealed to have been a lie all along, and it's time you will never get back.

[She snorts.]

Your only mistake was that you got caught. I'm sure you've learned your lesson. Don't bother trying to become friends with her.

And you? You know a lot about me, Madame. When I am a lady, will you turn it against me and tell people of my past? You know where I worked. You know what I've done.

[She picks at her seatbelt, letting the front part of her hair conceal her face a little.]

She doesn't trust me. Ella isn't very nice. But... Cosette is nice to everyone and she is a lady.
[Can you get where she's going with this? LADY Hattie.]

Even me, and I do not deserve it. If you knew how I was horrid to her when we were children. She should push me in the mud and laugh. Maybe Ella would be nice if I showed her I am not bad.

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