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Naomi watched silently as Emily asked to be excused, saying how she was not feeling well. Ah, how clever! Why didn't Naomi herself think of that one? Of course, Emily looked almost to be telling the truth; from what she heard from random house servants here and there, the girl had had a bad day at work, and had passed out fast asleep in her room. She needed this break, for she had less time than anyone to prepare for this dinner.

Naomi smiled kindly at Emily as the elder one passed her by with a light touch on the head. Out of all the sisters, these two were teh most alike. Both were usually quiet unless having something important to say, and both were probably feeling very, very lost. She'd brave it for her sister, for all her sisters.

Speaking of which, what the HECK was Adrienne wearing?! While she understood that this sister liked this style, this wasn't a funeral; there was no death. Or, was there...........perhaps for Daddy?

Wait, for Naomi, a daddy that she never knew...

Mentally shaking the thought out of her head, she looked about and tried to absorb in more detail; she'd need it to survive and find who is friend and foe. Some of the siblings were getting along well, others weren't. It appeared that this Domanik was being a pain in the a** on complete purpose. Naomi had a feeling she woudlnt' get along with this one at all, so best to avoid him.

Alyekzander was being neutral, and slightly sarcastic (no doubt scared from the tickle attack before).

Meanwhile Niklos, the youngest one, was actually trying to be nice (but not after sticking smelly feet on the table; a classic way to make an akward silence) and was talking to Madeline. This boy seemed relaxed and uncaring on how he looked; most boys his age were. Mark was being nice as well, talking to Adrienne. Cecelia was laughing about something about Domanik said, and was getting a warning glare from Mom.

Then there was one boy missing; that was bound to make the father angry. At a glance, she could see the man's stern glare go to the window, and Naomi focused back at the table to avoid a stare. This was so weird...he had no daddy-like feel to him at all. He had yet to even say anything to them. So, 11 kids and two parents.

Overall, not too chaotic...for now. Naomi decided to mabye be the silent observer for now; she wasn't great with starting conversations herself, and she was already rejected once by one of the boys.

She decided right then and there that she liked him; a compliment was a compliment, no matter who it was from, and Markus seemed to definitely have escaped all the Beauvais-itis, the sad affliction that seemed to be plaguing the male species as of late. Grinning from ear to ear, Adrienne batted her eyelashes idiotically at him and laughed. "Why thank you, sirrah; you are obviously a man of good taste. Whenever's good for you is good for me, since you're being so magnanimous as to show me around. Muah ha. Magnanimous. Been looking for a chance to use that in a sentance." She did a weird little sitting-down dance that was made all the more weird because only the upper half of her body could be seen.

Naomi had to force herself not to roll her eyes and Domanik got up and sarcasticly excused himself. The absolute NERVE of that complete idiot! He was mocking the one who left because she ACTUALLY wasn't all there today, and yet he forces himself out with the largest smug look on his face. It made the youngest girl want to take his brainless head and ram it into a wall over and over again til it split open.......she took another bite of food as he left, to avoid giving him a stare of ultimate death.

But her strangely evil thoughts were distracted as she watched Adrienne do a little dance at her seat, a reaction of one of hte boy's comments. Naomi smiled for the second time that dinner, a goregous, adorable one: well, at least SOME men here had some civilness left in them. This Markus guy didn't seem too bad. Then again, that was what she said about Alyekzander before he threw him off. Perhaps her timing had just been bad: being in the prescence of three women before probably scared him. ANd men didn't like to show their fear, and replaced it with the "Grr-Imma-tough-MAN!" attitude.

Madeline shrugged. "Okay." She stood up. "Well, since everyone else is leaving!" She leaned down and kissed her mother's cheek. "I'll go turn in for the night." She kissed her step-father's cheek and left the dining room.

Cecelia watched as mostly everyone started leaving, and grimaced to herself. Why was she the one who resented formal things the most, and yet she was not the first to leave? Cecelia herself stood up, and thanked her mother and father for the nice meal, and left the room without another word. She really disliked these things, and wanted out of her dress, and into her pajamas.

Upon reaching her room, Cecelia found freedom. She slipped in quietly, and out of her dress. She stepped into the shower, and quite a while after she came out clean and refreshed. Cecelia cursed to herself as she changed into her pajamas (which happened to be sweat pants and a tank top), about how she was supposed to get her essay written. She sighed and went to her laptop, and pulled her hair into a ponytail, before starting to write.

Sometimes Alyekzander honestly could not tell if his brother wanted him to answer truthfully or just knew he would agree if asked. The truth was he had absolutely nothing to do tomorrow morning that could not be postponed. The only work he did was for his father and at his own convenience. To decline would simply be rude. "It would be my pleasure." He replies, even as these thoughts continue to process. "We would not wish the nonsense quota to be lacking, after all." Briefly Alyekzander wondered if Emilie would even be awake for breakfast. The thought was quickly discarded. The fewer the better, after all.

Cecelia realized she wasn't getting anything done. Nor was she trying. There were just too many distractions in her room. Grumbling to herself, Cecelia took a piece of paper and a pen, along with her copy of Macbeth, and headed out of her room. There was bound to be a place she could do her work in piece. One of her sister's rooms? Nah, still too distracting. Some deserted room in the house? Now there was an idea. The only problem? Where to find such a room?

Cecelia wandered the hallways, eventually coming to a nice, deserted, and of course, clean, room. Cecelia looked over it, inside it a couch, a couple chairs, and a table. Nothing really to distract her. Though, instead of sitting on the nice, white couch, she placed herself in a far away corner, so she wasn't tempted to do the childish thing by jumping on the couch and matching chairs. Cecelia sighed before getting to work, writing in her neat printing.