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| Kirke's Dinner - Middle; the middle seven (and an empty seat) | |
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| Topic Started: 27 Nov 2007, 10:38 PM (217 Views) | |
| Nadine Brissot | 27 Nov 2007, 10:38 PM Post #1 |
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At this section of the table sit Commander David Torrington, Commander Wesley Gillette, Jessica Rothschild, Jane Torrington, Major Sir John Lesley, Lieutenant-Colonel Marmaduke Boynton, and Colonel William Selwyn. Be sure to read the other parts of the table to keep yourself up-to-date on what is going on around the table, in the event that someone makes a spectacle and your character has something to say on it. In the event your character is the one making the spectacle, be sure to announce it in the Captain's Table so everyone can be aware and alert to read it. Those involved in conversations with members of this part of the table that are not sitting at this end of the table are ok to post here, as long as they are only speaking with those party members. This is to prevent confusion on posting-order and to cut down on the long wait to post. All posts after this should be when the guests are finally seated at the table. Please see the Pre-Dinner thread for all posts until then. |
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| Jane | 27 Nov 2007, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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Jane had made a fool out of herself to two people this evening, and there were at least ten left, so she had her evening cut out for her. In the complete loss of movement, she had been swept off to the table, by who she had no idea, and regained complete conciousness in her chair, losing it immediately upon finding herself seated next to Lt. Gillette. Because it seems hardly useful to dwell on one who can neither speak nor think, the author draws attention to the former character's brother, who was seated opposite his sister, sandwiched between a lovely lady and a strange man. Across the table sat Gillette and Collins, which he felt boded better than having to sit around more purse-hungry she-aristos. David Torrington noticed his sister relax and then seize up again, and once more wondered what happened in that tiny little brain of hers. He sometimes imagined there was some kind of rodent, perhaps a rabbit, manning the helm within her cranium, causing her to look like a prairie dog about to get shot. Regardless of his love for Jane, David had to put it behind him for the sake of a very good joke. Once she found her courage, which would take the next twenty minutes or so, she would explode into the most annoying, obnoxious woman anyone at the table had ever known, and all under his loving instructions. It would be intensely amusing, and he was sure no one would remember Jane's immense shortcomings. David, however, clearly underestimated his colleuges, had sent his sister into a circumstance that would very likely cause her complete unhappiness. But of course, television had yet to be invented, and one needed some form of entertainment. David, never allowing a pretty woman to escape under his radar, turned to the one beside him and smiled in a friendly manner. "Pardon me, Miss, but I don't believe we've met," he said in his usual clipped yet welcoming tones, "My name is David Torrington." Meanwhile, across the table, Jane had made it from Living Statue to Zombie, which implied she had the use of her limbs, but had yet to excersise that ability. Her fingers had made the sole movement of tapping her dress, which suddenly felt its thirty pounds in weight. She was trying desperatly to say something intelligent or wity, but even if she had such a thought, her lips were unable to produce the words. She quickly came to the conclusion that she would remain silent, all men present, nay, all men in the world would marry prettier, more interesting models, and she would be hanged for crimes against the English language. For someone with so little substance, Jane's imagination was apt to run free. |
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| Jessica | 27 Nov 2007, 11:37 PM Post #3 |
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After everyone had found their seats, Jessica found herself to be very uncomfortable. She did not really know any of the people who were sitting close to her. She was tempted to clam up and not say anything for the entirety of the evening, thinking it the simplest way to not say anything wrong. She was also next to the lone empty seat. It was one less person with whom to talk, which she appreciated, but it was also something that made her different than everybody else present, and that was the last thing she needed. She noted with amusement, though, that she was about in the middle of the table. Poor women sitting lower than her; they all deserved her spot more than she. She was planning to not say anything, anyway, until she looked at the woman sitting across from her. She was more stiff than anyone Jessica had ever before seen. Jessica was rather tempted to wave her hand in front of the woman’s face, in fact, to see if she would react. Was she well… was she even still alive? The woman blinked, and that reassured Jessica, but only slightly. She did not want to appear like that; she was nervous, but she was not petrified. "Pardon me, Miss, but I don't believe we've met. My name is David Torrington." “A pleasure, I am sure. I am Jessica Rothschild,” she smiled and slightly nodded her head as she spoke, seeing this as an opportunity to prove to herself that she could function at social gatherings. But then… she had nothing more to say. Other people made it look so easy to speak, but Jessica was always at a loss of what to say to people. She was not sure if it was because she had not really been allowed to talk for six years, or if her experiences made it so that she did not know of the things a lady in her position should speak of, but whatever the reason events such as this filled her with a surety that she was going to say something wrong and be discovered for who she truly was. No! You can do this! Jessica remembered that the man beside her and the woman across from her had entered together, and she quickly added, “And who is this?” indicating the woman across from her. |
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| Gillette | 27 Nov 2007, 11:39 PM Post #4 |
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(Broken from the original Norrington post to fit with this part of the table.) Gillette was about to say a word to the girl, when he could have sworn that Jonathan seemed...shorter. Gillette turned and gave a glance at the major. He was slouching? No wonder he seemed shorter. He cleared his throat at the man hoping to get him to sit up properly, display that "proud" image that the marines were so fond of. Or maybe that pride only came from being drunk enough to believe they were. Gillette would have laid his money upon that. He turned back to Jane. "I hope that you are feeling better, Miss Torrington?" |
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| Jane | 27 Nov 2007, 11:42 PM Post #5 |
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"And who is this?" Jessica had asked, motioning to David's sister. For the first time, David glanced across the table at the woman in question and saw that Jane was very near a panic attack. "That would be my sister, Jane," David replied, turning his attention back to Jessica, "Lady Jane, I should say." He didn't know what else to say of his sister. Should he add something? Make himself sound like he was proud of her? He wasn't one for lying. As it has been reiterated before, David loved his sister dearly, but wasn't about to pretend she made him proud. She was the lowest common denominator of a woman, and it was true she was getting better, but she was still a long way off from substance. "If I may ask," he continued, "Have you been in the Caribbean long? I thought I had met every beautiful woman this side of the Atlantic." Oh my god, he thought, I can't believe I just said that. He wanted to grimace, it was such a ridiculous thing to say. Where did that even come from? He would have added his sincere apologies, probably accompanied with an awkward silence and embarassment for the rest of the evening, when it seemed Jane was about to trump all. As though by slow motion, David saw Gilette speak to his sister. "Iiiiii hooooooope thaaaaat yoooooou aaaaare feeeeeeliiiiing beeeetteeeeer, Miiiiss Toooorriiiingtoooon?" If one had been looking straight at Jane, it was easy to see something break behind her eyes, like a capsule literally releasing insanity into the back of her mind. She suddenly felt terrified... this was the moment. This was quite possibly the only time he was to converse with her this entire evening, and she was going to have to make the most of it. So she took a deep breath. "Yes, much better, thank you," she started off, attempting to smile, but finding out very quickly she was incapable of smiling and making eye contact all at once, "I found the sea air to be exceedingly helpful. I imagine that is why David is so seldom ill, as he is constantlyinthepresenceofgoodseaair.Mammasaysitishorriblydirty,fullofallsortsofdisgustingthings, butIcan'tpretendIagreewithheronthatparticularsubject.Dirtiestthingintherehasgottobepirates,that's probablytheextentofit,forhowcouldfishbeextpectedtoliveinanythingdirtier?ThoughIsupposeit'swrong ofmetospeakforfish,asIhavecompletelydifferentanatomy.Nogills,yousee,andfishhavegills.Ihear telltheybreaththroughthem.AsachildIwasconvincedIcouldbreathunderwaterandnearlydrowned.Itwas quitedepressing,Iwasn'tletnearthedog'swaterbowlformonthsafterwards,asmynursewasafraidIwas attemptingtoendmylife,isn'tthatbizarre?WhenallIwantedwastoseeifIhavegills.Inconclusion,Idon't,but I'msureyou'reawareofthatasnohumanhasgills.Wouldn'titbeamazingifwedid,though?Imean,itwouldmak thingssomucheasier.Thatorwings.Wingsandgillswouldbeideal.Idon'tthinkthere'sacreatureonearth withboth-oh,Istandcorrected,flyingfishhaveboth.Sillyme.Hencethename,correct?" She was nervous tearing the edges of her napkin, which said something of her anxiety, for the napkins were cloth. "Therearesomanyinterestingcreatureswithtalents.MostlyinAustralia.Canyouimagine,mostoftheanimals therearefoundnowhereleseintheworld.Theyhavethemostgorgeousslugsthere.Isawapaintinginone ofmybooks,thisbeautifulblueslug,andIwasthinking,howinterestingitisthattheseanimalsaresodistained inEnglandandyetaresobeautifulinAustralia.Iwouldn'twanttopoursaltononeofthose.I'mnotsureitwould workthough,Iimaginesuchathingmusthavesomekindofdefenceagainstsalt.... some sort of... super slug." She looked exceedingly concerned. A feeling came over her, for the first time in her life, and even though she was told she was such a thing time and time again, she hadn't felt it until now. She felt stupid. "...how are you?" |
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| Jessica | 27 Nov 2007, 11:44 PM Post #6 |
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"That would be my sister, Jane, Lady Jane, I should say." Jessica took note of the name and tucked it away in her memory. She turned back to David as he continued to speak. "If I may ask, have you been in the Caribbean long? I thought I had met every beautiful woman this side of the Atlantic." Jessica’s eyes widened for a moment before she quickly turned her head to look down at her lap. Why had he said that? Jessica suddenly felt extremely awkward in her position, and desperately wished she could move to the empty seat next to her. I’m not beautiful, she thought. Please don’t think I’m beautiful. She realized her breathing had become slightly faster, and she consciously had to slow it down. Jessica knew she had still not responded to the Captain’s question, and time was beginning to drag on. She finally looked back to the Captain to give a bare minimum response of how long she had been in Port Royale when she was interrupted by one of the strangest speeches she had ever heard. [Jane’s crazy speech] Jessica stared at Jane in shock with her mouth hanging slightly open. She had never in her life heard a speech so unbound by common sense. What is wrong with this family? Compared to his sister David seemed downright acceptable. There was really nothing anyone could say after a speech like that, and so Jessica turned back to David, eyes still wide with incredulity, and somehow managed to get out, “I have been in Port Royale for near three years now. It is a shame we have not had the opportunity to meet before this.” She was able to keep a straight face, but just barely, as the ridiculousness of the situation threatened to break her proper façade |
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| Gillette | 27 Nov 2007, 11:52 PM Post #7 |
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When Gillette had taken the opportunity to be polite, and ask Jane how she was doing...he didn't not expect that such a question would break the dam and unleash the flood that was currently being released. He stared at Jane, remembering to close his mouth, and glanced around for help--any assitence that someone might render to get her to be quiet. None was forthcoming. He could have sworn he saw a shadow of a smile of David's face though...maybe. While Jane prattled on, speaking at the speed of light, not that he knew what that was, he could not help but feel his concentrations slipping...his gaze slid to the end of the table where he saw Percy sitting...and the chattering of Jane, much like a bird's...wearing Percy's uniform...no, no, no, a parrot would not do, some big strange ugly bird perhaps....  A talking bird, dressed in men's clothing...wouldn't that make for a good story? Maybe...not...more like something to haunt the nightmares of children...children? Oh, yes! Children! Of course! A story to scare those young buggers to bed! "...how are you?" "Uhhh," Gillette said, not quite sure he understood the question after his brain melted for all the rubbish being talked at him. "Hi--hippo..." He blinked...hippo? What sort of answer was that? "Um, quite well, thank you..." he said quickly hoping for some sort of distraction, anything right now...he didn't want to say somethingthat might provoke her into another seemingly endless...thing. This seemed like a good time for the irritating Captain of Marines to speak, however the man was saying nothing, probably too busy being amused by the situation to do anything useful. Marines...what good were they anyway? |
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| Jonathan | 28 Nov 2007, 12:00 AM Post #8 |
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Lord, this had to be the most boring and useless evening he had ever endured. Lieutenant Forsythe was busily chatting with the lady on his right, which left Jonathan with no reasonable conversation partner. Oh sure, he could attempt a discourse with that sod Gillette, but it would be like talking at a donkey. He was in no hurry to fire his temper with such an activity, and settled for staring morosely at the white table-cloth. Of course it was too much to hope that he would be left to his musings in peace, for the harsh rasp of a man clearing his throat caught Jonathan's attention and he glanced briefly toward the source of the noise. Oh go boil your head, Lieutenant, the Yorkshireman thought, straightening his posture stiffly. Thankfully the insufferable lieutenant proceeded to ignore him, which suited the marine just fine. Lifting his gaze from his close study of the white table-cloth, Jonathan boredly surveyed the other guests around the table. The Commodore was seated across the table and down a few chairs, as befitting his higher rank. Aside from him, Jonathan recognised only Lieutenant Torrington, Miss Swann and her father, Mrs Rothschild, and the Kirkes. It was as the marine's attention was focussed on brushing a non-existent bit of dust from his breeches that the woman on Gillette's left launched into the most ridiculous speech Jonathan had ever heard. She spoke as though she was trying to get all the words out at once, resulting in a babbling rush of which Jonathan was able to understand only a few words clearly. When it was ended, the woman's face flushed and she looked stunned. Then she turned slightly toward Gillette and asked "...how are you?" A smile lifted the corner of Jonathan's mouth when Gillette made his stammering reply of "Hi--hippo..." That certainly fit the theme of the moment, the marine thought. A swift glance to his left revealed an utterly befuddled expression on Gillette's face. Jonathan bit down on his lower lip to stifle a chuckle and looked away. Clearly the haughty lieutenant was not so unflappable as he liked to claim. At least he managed to salvage something of his reply with "Um, quite well, thank you..." That was hardly any better, considering. Deciding to offer the floundering lieutenant a life-buoy, Jonathan leaned forward slightly. "I do wonder, Miss, what sort of tales you have had the misfortune to hear, that might have prompted such a unique speech. Certainly you have a most lively imagination." He couldn't quite resist a smile. "I fear that our own minds are entirely unable to compare." Pray, no more such speeches, Miss. I'm certain Gillette's poor head may burst if you attempt another. Of course... the temptation to ask the woman about her thoughts on mermaids was powerful, but his aim was not to bring more potential embarrassment to the table, as it were. Then again, Gillette was more than capable of managing that himself. |
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