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mme_depompadourSir,
I know we haven't exactly been the best of friends lately, and I'm truly sorry about that. My daughter misses playing with your children and I'd like to meet with you to set up a playdate for them, if you'll still allow them to play with her. Which I sincerely hope you will. Could you come see me so we can discuss it?
Regards,
Madame de Pompadour.
P.S. I heard about your lover and Mr. Casanova. I am so sorry. I know you will recover, you're a very strong
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Date: 2006-10-25 08:57 am (UTC)Hello, bright shiny Penny, look who I've got for you...
*bends down to let Penny play with his tentacles*
...Thank you, ma'am, for your note. It meant a lot, it's been a very difficult day, and I...
and I have to say I now have a new understanding for why you felt like switching off before
Erm, anyway. About a proper playdate. Is Friday all right?
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:04 am (UTC)I hope.
*tickles Penny's tummy*
Would you like that babykins?
*puts her down on the floor to let her crawl about with the Oodbabies*
*smiles*
Yeah, Friday afternoon, after Penny's nap.
Does that sound alright?
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:11 am (UTC)*awkward moment as we watch Penny gently squishing
I have to ask, ma'am. Did you ever meet the *real* Casanova? Not Giac the fiction, I mean in your real life before any of this. What was he like?
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:15 am (UTC)*looks at you*
Are you OK?
I...
*frowns*
What "real" Casanova? I met Giac in Versailles, a long time ago.
*thinks*
Yeah. I did.
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:28 am (UTC)It's just... I'm still trying to understand how these fictional people work. The ones who escaped from There, like Giac and Teresa. I'm just not sure which bits of them are real, and which are just what they've been told to be.
And whether that's how she could...
*swallows, still trying to control himself*
Anyway, I tried reading his autobiography, to make sense of him... but it still doesn't sound quite like the Giac we know.
And come on, twelve volumes, you think I talk too much...
So I was just wondering if you remembered anything specific about him, from your own life. To help tell which bits of Giac are real and which are made up...
I'm kind of wondering it about myself too.
About all of us, really...
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:41 am (UTC)*frowns*
Where's There?
We met at the opera.
*thinks*
I think.
*stares into space*
Did he say he wanted to spread someone's legs?
*looks at you as if you'd know*
*shakes head*
Well, I'm sure it's the sort of thing he would say.
He came to Versailles quite often for a while and we had...
*thinks*
sex.
*frowns*
A lot.
He took care of some business for me. A spot of bother with some silly little tart.
It was this Giac.
*frowns*
It must have been.
Wasn't it?
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:00 pm (UTC)I stopped making sense somewhere in there, didn't I?
It's odd, I'm not sure myself... but I don't think his autobiography actually mentions him sleeping with you. But then, Giac's not quite the autobiography either...
Daniel Joyce's library has books on a bunch of the people we know, actually. And DVDs featuring some of the others. That's where I found Giac's autobiography, and an opera dictionary which mentioned Teresa... not entire complimentarily, either. There was even a book written about you in there... not an entirely flattering portrait, I'm afraid.
But no stories about me. I don't know if that makes me more real, or less.
*rests forehead on yours, shaking head slowly*
...I'm just so confused...
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:07 pm (UTC)*laughs*
He was ever so charming, but I'm just not that interested in sex, I'm afraid. I...
*pauses*
That wasn't him. That was someone else.
*looks at you*
No. Wait. That's not right. That wasn't me.
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:44 pm (UTC)Not that interested? Erm, is this another of those fashionable new disinterest things you were trying? I wish I could manage it.
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Date: 2006-10-25 02:24 pm (UTC)My health doesn't really help, you see. We hardly ever...
*laughs*
I know they all called me a bourgeois slut behind my back, hell his children even said it to my face. Little shits.
*lost in thought*
Maman putain...
If they had been my own children I would have happily slapped them straight into next week.
*leans in close*
I did once or twice, you know. He always took my word over theirs anyway.
*whispers*
He wasn't very bright, the randy bugger.
*frowns again*
What were we talking about?
*smiles*
Sex, right, yes.
I love sex. Often.
*stares into space*
You ever been to Cardiff? I went there once to explore the vibrant punk scene. With the Doctor. I went back the other day but didn't get to see any of it.
*sighs*
Perhaps that was for the best, being there made my head feel a bit funny.
*looks confused*
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Date: 2006-10-26 12:06 am (UTC)*grasps you by the shoulders, suddenly desperately intent*
Madame, I think there's something affecting all our minds here. Don't let it cloud you with doubt. Surround yourself with people you know are real. Like... erm. Penny. And the Doctor. Stay close to the real people you love and maybe it'll keep the other thoughts from crowding you out. Maybe.
And whatever you do, don't look at your biography. Heaven knows what it would do to you to find out how your future was written. Let alone how you died.
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Date: 2006-10-26 07:35 am (UTC)*stares at you*
*quietly*
He never came back. I waited.
*teary*
Every night, by the fireplace, I'd fall asleep in a chair, hoping...
A servant always put me in bed.
*smiles*
They all laughed at me, I know they did, they'd whisper. Finally lost her mind, the vieille cocotte.
I really thought he'd come. I kept believing it until the day I...
*squints*
What are you? How did you get here?
*looks at her own hand*
That didn't happen.
*cries*
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!
*shakes you*
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Date: 2006-10-26 01:50 pm (UTC)Oh no. No, it can't...
...I'll be right back...
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:19 pm (UTC)*squishes baby ood's head and laughs delightedly*
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:20 pm (UTC)Don't do that, sweetie. You might hurt her.
Him.
It.
*tickles*
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:30 pm (UTC)did that hurt you baby ood?
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-25 06:48 pm (UTC)*waggles tentacles happily*
da-mummy say, baby ood head make of nerf.
*gets squeezed and squooshes head back out into normal shape, giggling*
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:04 pm (UTC)*squoosh*
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Date: 2006-10-25 04:31 pm (UTC)missed you.
*starts playing pattycake with tentacles*
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Date: 2006-10-25 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-25 01:47 pm (UTC)...anyway. Be gentle with me, darling.
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Date: 2006-10-25 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 12:09 am (UTC)Oh don't worry nummykins, it's all right! I've just been a bit... sad lately. Uncle Ood still loves you. No matter what, he'll always love you.
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Date: 2006-10-26 12:39 am (UTC)no
bad
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Date: 2006-10-26 01:15 am (UTC)but I'll never be bad to you
I promise
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:51 am (UTC)