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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:28 pm
*gapes at him* . . . Trollop!?
*Maggie's face settles into an uneasy frown as the shock wears off* The only one being insulting here is ye, sir. I realize 'tis quite a shock te appear here for the first time, but ye could at least show a little courtesy te someone who's trying te help ye . .. *and then she adds, a bit indignantly* And while I may na' be of a very high class, I'll have ye know I'm still a very respectable woman!
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:35 pm
*Van der Mullen, who's never had a person tell him off, much less a mere woman, sputters in indignation. He trembles violently. His face turns beet red, his eyes go wide in shock and a vein begins to pulse on his forehead. He opens his mouth to let fly a barrage of indictments that would give even a
prosecutor pause, but in that instant, he disappears entirely*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:44 pm
*glares at the spot where Van der Mullen was standing, still rather put out* Really . . . !
*Stalks back to her seat, picking up her sewing and going back to work on it, the anger gradually draining out of her as she gets absorbed in it once more*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:28 pm
:::Cora enters the main room of the brink from the hallway, using one hand to rub her eyes, and the other to carry and empty wine glass:::
:::She sees Maggie across the way and is happy to see her:::
Hello Maggie, how is it that you feel?
:::Cora sets down the glass at the bar, and procedes to get closer to her friend:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:32 pm
*looks up, and smiles, glad to see a friendly face* I'm alright, I thank ye. I hope ye're also well?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:33 pm
:::Cora nodded, blankly, she was busy trying to figure out what Maggie had in her hands:::
:::Curiously:::
May I ask what you are doing?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:35 pm
Hmm? Oh, just a bit of sewing. *holds up a nearly-completed child-sized shirt* Will's nearly outgrown most of his things.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:41 pm
:::She eyes the thing that appears to be human clothing, though nothing like what the people wear in her own time. Observing it further:::
My goodness! The weaves are visible to the naked eye! :::It was suprising, for someone who's own clothing fibers were woven at a molecular level. But she kept observing, to realize that the size of the shirt was very small:::
Will...is that the name of a person you are creating this for?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:44 pm
*seems a bit puzzled by Cora's observation, but nods in response to the question* Aye, Will's my son.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:46 pm
You're SON?? :::Cora nearly hurdled back:::
But you are so young! How many years old are you?!
:::flaberghasted:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:52 pm
*surprised by her reaction* Heavens, Cora! I'm a grown woman - two and twenty.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:57 pm
Women in my world are not permitted to submit reproductive cells into the cl...
::She stopped remembering Maggie had NO clue what she was saying:::
Uhn...women in my world cannot have offspring until they are at least 26. And I imagine, from the size of this clothing that your son was not just born. You must have been a mother for a few years now. Correct?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 7:01 pm
So late? *the idea does not seem to make much sense to her* Whatever for?
Aye, Will's six now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 7:08 pm
:::Cora's mouth gaped open, and she plopped down into a chair, in shock. When she was able to speak, she turned to Maggie:::
Maggie.... you were still a child when you produced offspring.... :::another shock realized::: And NATURALLY! My...my...my Goodness!! A woman does not reach her reproductive peak until age 26, and not to mention a level of maturity required for raising a child
:::Cora thought about it a second more, realizing further....she spoke almost in a whisper, she lowered her neck a little:::
You....you've...naturally...uhm.... :::changing her own subject::: and...who is the father?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 7:11 pm
*appears, with a shout of "BOUSOMES!" afterwhich he opens his eyes and pinks a bit* er..... good day to ye fair ladies.... *he doffs his cap and bows*
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