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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 9, 2009 18:13:22 GMT -5
Invitation in hand, Integral sighs and, making a quick call to approve the thing, folds the invitation hastily and shoves it in her breast pocket. Prudence would be arriving any moment now, and she didn't want to work the girl into a fuss. Grining at her scheme, She places her tea cup back on the tray, and pulls a small drawing pad from her seat, she begins sketching out the rough form of a woman in an empire gown, little scribbles serve as some sort of decoration at the figure's breast. The figure's hair is piled on her head in the form of wild bun, scribble-curls cascading down her neck. When she finally seems pleased with her work, the knight flips the cover back over her work and replaces the book at her hip.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 9, 2009 19:17:47 GMT -5
Prudence wandered into the garden, coughing slightly and threatening to upset the teacup in her hand. Her thick sweater was buttoned all the way up to that neck button she normally hated. Her cold had died down to a small beast that could be defeated by tea with lots of honey, and a warm sweater. She had beaten Gregor Samsa-itis. Samsa was his last name. Not Mendel. Apparently rolling one's eyes at Freud gave one an immunity to Freudian symptoms.
"'Lo, darling," she said by way of greeting. "I had a weird dream in which apparently Finnegan's Wake made sense, and I was the only one who didn't get it. It was dreadful."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 9, 2009 22:26:22 GMT -5
Looking up at her friend, Integral frowns. "You look much better...but that cough..I don't like it. If it's not better soon, I'm dragging you to the doctor..." She takes a sip of her tea and motions for her friend to sit down. "Speaking of dragging you about.. I'd like to take you shopping...Sir Islands finds my home most suitable for his latest party. Unfortunaty, I'm srictly forbiden to wear a suit, which means WE'RE going shopping...You like to dance, right?" she asks quickly. "You can come with!"
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Post by Prudence on Jul 9, 2009 22:40:47 GMT -5
"A party, you say?" Prudence replied as she sat down. "I do quite enjoy dancing, but I might be kind of a huge embarrassment in front of all your high society peers. Also, I probably haven't got anything classy and floor-length enough for a party like that, although I could run back to my flat and check." All she could think of that might be close was her prom gown, and that probably didn't even fit anymore. Also, considering her prom had been in the 90s, there might be a problem with fashion. She took a sip of tea and continued. "The cough's nothing but an annoyance now, really. I can subdue it with lozenges and hot tea."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 10, 2009 8:16:09 GMT -5
The knight smiles gently. "Keep on those lozenges and such and We'll find you something Classy-and-floor-length after tea then, hm? Plucking up the sketchpad and pen, she passes them to Prudence. "How do you feel about empire?" Crossing her legs, she picks up her tea cup and rests it on her knee. "It's next Saturday, love, so that also includes even more frilly-girl time that that day, preceeded by overseeing the deco--" She stops, her eyes following a small green garden snake sliding amongst the roses, motioning to it, she murmurs. "There's a snake in the garden..." She grins at her friend. "We'll get Allastor on it. I've never known a garden snake to be posionious, but there's always hope..." She takes a sip of tea, makes a waving gesture, as if to shoo the devil and the snake from her mind. "Where was I? Right: There's also decorating to see to Friday evening, as Walter will need Saturday to oversee the cooking, bless him."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 10, 2009 13:06:45 GMT -5
Prudence smiles and examines her own breasts for a moment. "I think I could pull of an empire waist, sure." She knew some women tended to look pregnant in those things. "I'm not sure I'll be much help on decoration, though. My idea of party decorations generally tend to be covering everything in crepe paper and putting up a banner that says 'It's A Boy' to embarrass my friends. Televison tells me this isn't what's known as 'good taste'?" Prudence smiled. Good taste was overrated. She glanced over at the snake. "I knew someone with a pet snake once. It was surprisingly uninteresting. Never even tried to tempt me." Hopefully this one would be different. She wouldn't mind Allastor being sent East of England.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 10, 2009 19:57:38 GMT -5
Integral motions to her friend to stand. "Let's see you, then, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in the thing, do you have design you'd prefer? We can look at others, of course, I just..." She pauses, frowning at Prudence in thought. "I can see you in an empire gown." She concludes.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 10, 2009 20:23:57 GMT -5
Prudence stands and twirls a bit. "It's not the gown I'm worried about being uncomfortable." She looks at her chest again. "I think I've got enough mass in this region for that to be doable." Squishing her sweater down flat against her stomach, she continues. "I'm more upset that I'll trip and fall into the punch bowl or use the wrong fork and kill someone with it somehow or something. But I suppose I can be safe in the knowledge that you'll be feeling just as out of place, if I'm reading the tone in your voice right," she decides with a smile.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 11, 2009 9:03:48 GMT -5
Integral chuckles, her eyes still following the little green snake. "This one will be better than most. I'm expecting a very special guest..." She gives the snake an absent smile before continuing. "We've been taking tea together for forever now, and you've never killed me yet..."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 11, 2009 13:18:10 GMT -5
Prudence grinned. "Well how hard is taking tea? Drink tea, eat whatever Walter's prepared for us, try to avoid punching Allastor in the throat. There's none of that weird fork ettiquite I don't get." Then Prudence had a thought that felt rather like a bubble popping in her head. "Won't it cause something of a stir if the androgynous, pantsuit-preferring head of the Hellsing organization takes me to a party?" Prudence had done her best to avoid getting anywhere near the physical pages of the Daily Mail for a long time. She had no desire to appear inside.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 11, 2009 20:38:09 GMT -5
Integral throws her blond head back and laughs for a long moment, then, composing herself, she dabs at her eyes with her napkin. "Why," She grins, "Would you like to cause a scandal?" She snickkers and pats Prudence's hand gently. "No, as it's my party--I mean, my home... I think I can get away with my guest being female, although, I had intended to have Alucard escort you officially...I'm afraid I'll have to babysit Sir. Winfield..." She winces, hardly able to believe her own words. "Alucard will have strict orders to be on his best behavior, which involves playing the perfect gentleman. I know, I know, vampire-servant-at-the-party will cause more scandal than Dame Hellsing's favorite guest being female, but, again: My party. My rules. My guests, besides, if there's anytime my home needs protecting, It's obviously when all the other knights are skulking about in their attempts to catch me looking incapble of doing my job..." Here, the knight launches into a horror story of one of her fellow knights slinking about the lower levels of the house, where Seras had given him a run for his money, and Alucard had shown up two days later with the man, starving and exhausted. Sir Penwood hadn't attended one of Integral's functions since...
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Post by Prudence on Jul 11, 2009 20:45:56 GMT -5
Prudence laughs sympathetically at the tale. "It's not easy being you, is it?" She pauses for a moment to think. "I'm glad I get the Count. I trust him to behave under your orders. Thank you for taking one for the team to deal with Gary St--I mean, Sir Winfield. Whatever did I say?" She blinks her eyes rapidly, feigning innocence.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 11, 2009 21:01:40 GMT -5
Integral smiles weakly, looking a bit ill. "Although, I suppose we could make Al'card keep an eye on Allastor and I can be your escort." She smirks over the rim of her teacup before taking a sip.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 11, 2009 21:28:22 GMT -5
Prudence raises an eyebrow. "That's not a pleasant face," she says in an almost motherly tone. "Platonic homosocial double dating with a vampire and a psychic? That might be outlandish enough to be completely ignored. ...Or not." She pauses to take a sip of tea, and continues in a sly voice. "Although, if you prefer, I suppose I could babysit Allastor for the evening. It seems like that might be the best arrangement for some of the involved parties, at least...." Without her consent, a grin takes over her face, and she tries to hide it in her tea.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 11, 2009 21:35:45 GMT -5
Integral's face goes blank and she blinks at her friend. "Prudence..." she begins slowly, "If you're implying what I think you're implying...I'm afraid you are terribly, terribly mistaken..." Looking away and setting down her tea, the knight frowns even more, if possiable. "...He really ought to get that snake out of here before it hurts or frightens someone."
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