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new-to-liirness.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2008-10-11 02:35 pm
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third floor common room - saturday afternoon - 10/11
How boring.
He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.
Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...
Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.
Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.
"...idiots."
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He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.
Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...
Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.
Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.
"...idiots."
[open like an open thing]

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"Do you think one of you people could come by my rooms to shine my shoes? I understand that we're not allowed a valet in the dorms for various reasons, but I'd rather not look like a heathen."
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To him she merely nodded. "I'm sure I could manage that, Sir."
Not that he'd make it worth her while or anything. He could have at least offered something.
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"Much appreciated. If you can get someone to see to the suits as well I'll certainly make it worth your while."
He looked at her, green eyes just a touch lecherous.
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"Nothing for the moment, however. I'd hate to keep you from your... hard work."
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It took her a moment to get her anger under control, before she could raise her head and smile politely and say, "Yes, Sir."
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And he stood from his seat, folding the papers and straightening his suit.
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