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He carried her across the threshold of their apartment building's lobby. His apartment building really, but Victoire expected to make it hers. As a contractual agreement, a lot of marriage seemed to be very vague and unspoken (and certainly not written), but there were things that she felt the very concept of it entitled her to. Redecorating their home, for one thing.

He set her down on the landing to the stairs. Not exactly as romantic as if he'd done so after walking in their through actual door, but theirs was the penthouse, after all, and the elevator was out of service that eening. They made the walk up the stairwell more or less silently. Victoire, if not exactly excited to be married to this man, was nonetheless prepared make a show of it... )
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Though Victoire had refused to speak to her mother for months after being conned out of her job, she eventually relented when her wedding date grew nearer. Not because she was any less angry about the whole affair, but because it became clear that, if left to her own devices, her mother would exact a very traditional vision of her wedding. The marriage itself was going to be a sham, Victoire thought. There was no need to call her religious observance into question too.

Realizing she'd need to step in if she wanted to enjoy any part of this process, Victoire called her mother and began taking over the planning and delegating tasks. Cécile, though miffed that her own ideas were being dismissed, was pleased that her daughter was taking an interest finally and so didn't argue (much) when Victoire instead turned the reception into an elaborate 18th century costume party... )
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It has come to my attention that both of the Engineers are planning to leave. How coincidental that their contracts expire so closely together, no? And they were just going to slink out of here silently, never to be seen again.

Non, I think we have enough notice to arrange them a proper party. We so rarely have social events anymore and I am sure we all will miss them very much.

Perhaps a shopping trip is in order?

Re: Felines

Mar. 1st, 2012 03:46 pm
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Has anyone seen Audrey? She hasn't been coming back at night.

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Type asked me to give her a prompt and I told her I would do so if she gave me one. She wanted something about ties. Well, here you go. "Tie" will cease to sound like a word in 3... 2... 1...


When it came to plain and factual scores, Bonnie proved only just above average at best when it came to Spying for all the effort she put into it. That she was quickest at applying sappers was what gave her an edge on those recruits who didn't take to any particular part of the curriculum thus far. The Spies training them were disappointed that their trainees could not learn so quickly which they'd either had years of experience in or simply came naturally to them.

But then, they'd only been able to teach the bare essentials thus far. Today, the recruits' uniforms were finally finished... )
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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?


I think not.

Bonne année et bonne santé.

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Monsieur Pyro,

Perhaps you could assist me with a... project of sorts, please?

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Things were going rather dismally, but it looked like the tide was about to turn. Spy came out of the respawn room to see Medic with a full charge tailing after Pyro, the both of them barrleing down the corridor. That was, until Pyro suddenly exploded in a burst of blood and gibs, his backblast just barely mistimed to reflect a rocket. Medic backed up, knowing the enemy Soldier was approaching, and scanned quickly for another pocket.

"Medic!" Spy called... )
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Does anyone know when the supply train is supposed to arrive? It seems like it has been longer than usual and most our food stock is locked in the common room, as is my radio.

My stock of cigarettes is getting uncomfortably low,
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Sid had done well today. Depending on how you looked at it anyway. He'd only managed to kill her twice, which was pathetic comparatively. But he had managed to kill her twice, which was fantastic for him. And he'd spent more of his time than not building machines too.

Because Spy had kept destroying them, honhon... )
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Victoire did not often profess her love because it tended to be a mercurial thing. It came and went, but people expected it to be constant if she admitted it. She didn't like to disappoint people like that.

She still felt it though... )
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"Are you certain you can read it without tearing it or wrinkling it or-"

"Yes, Spy."

"I mean it," Spy said, giving Soldier a hard side-eyeing. "There will be dire consequences if you damage that magazine in any way."

"...all right."

Soldier sat on the floor in front of Spy's bed and... )
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Upon checking the score, Spy noted that Cliff seemed to be getting an extraordinarily high number of deaths today. Since she was still mad at Sniper and therefore not gracing him with her presence, she could afford some time to see what his problem was.

Despite her annoyance and continued grudge against the man, Spy felt that his dismal score today was entirely justified.

It was hard to build a sentry with only one hand... )
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