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Post by Sir_Integral on Feb 15, 2010 2:36:09 GMT -5
Wrapping herself around the door frame, she pokes her head into her friend's room without knocking. “Prudence!” the knight hisses, then glances at her watch. “Prudence!” She grins when the other woman looks up. “We're breaking out.” the knight hisses again. “We're slipping out under the rouse of...Well...I don't have an alibi yet, but you're good at that sort of thing, you can help. Put on a bra, We're going to get cupcakes.” She lets herself in the room, pressing her back against the door as she closes it. She didn't have an alibi, because she didn't need one. Walter knew very well where she would be for the next few hours, and why, but her friend needn't know that. “It's also raining, you'll need a mackintosh.”
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Post by Prudence on Feb 15, 2010 2:55:01 GMT -5
Prudence quickly puts down the Vonnegut novel she'd been perusing at the mention of cupcakes. "Yes ma'am!"she shouts, jumping out of bed and grabbing her obnoxiously bright rain boots. "I'd ask why, but any excuse for cupcakes is a good one, so it turns out I don't actually care." She pulls her wellingtons on while halfheartedly running her fingers through her hair. If the rain is going to frizz up her hair anyway, she wonders, is it worth the time delay brushing it will put between her and cupcakes?
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Post by Sir_Integral on Feb 15, 2010 3:14:38 GMT -5
The knight snorts, arms crossed. “Tie it in a knot, put on a hat, and let's be on our way!” She chuckles, turning to peek out the door. Or course, no one was going to stop them on their way out, but she had to play her part right. “Something in me is demanding cake. Walter was going to make cake for tea today, he said so yesterday, but he forgot. He popped in earlier with the tray and there was no cake.” She turns to give the woman a serious look. “The cake was a lie, Prudence, and I was all keyed up for it.” Still half-way in the hall, the woman pulls on her coat, hastily buttoning it up, giving the other time enough to finish getting ready. “Ready when you are, madame.” she says, shoving various Prudence paraphernalia into whatever that thing was she seemed to be using as a purse this week. In goes the novel, a brush and small mirror, a sketch-pad and music-playing device. Lastly the knight carefully shoves the woman's laptop in. Shoving it into the other's arms, she leads the way into the hallway, looking around corners like she's trying to deliver her first born from the Pharaoh.
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Post by Prudence on Feb 15, 2010 3:22:42 GMT -5
Prudence claps her hands joyfully and lets out a low, squeaky, "yay" as she slips on her raincoat. She follows behind in a sort of strange, ninja-esque tiptoe at a quick speed, quite unbefitting of her posture. "Playing hooky is much more fun that actually doing things," she whispers. "Especially for cupcakes."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Feb 15, 2010 3:45:21 GMT -5
She can't help but laugh as they make their way downstairs and to a rather large garage. Pressing a button on the keychain in her hand, the doors to the first vehicle in sight unlock, and the woman opens the passenger door for her companion. “In you go.” She presses herself against the door briefly before sprinting about the car to the driver's side, slipping in and closing the door. “We're off.” They travel in silence for a while, the rain almost drowning out the sound of the motor. Once within the city, they arrive quickly at a cafe, near to floating away. Parking close to the curb, she adjusts her hat and presses an umbrella into her friend's hand. “Let's make a run for it.” she chirps, popping her door open. The water in the street nearly washes her away as the drenched woman picks her way across the street to the door of the cafe. “In! In, in, in!” she orders, back against the door to allow her companion to slip into the warm, sweet-scented, dimly lit room.
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Post by Prudence on Feb 15, 2010 3:52:31 GMT -5
Prudence stands in the doorway to attempt shaking the water off her umbrella before coming in properly. This only lasts for a second before she catches a whiff of the baked goods in the room with her. Her eyes widen, and she thinks to herself that if this were a cartoon, there would be a white swirl of fragrance lifting her up by the nose. It is that good.
"It has been far too long since I had cake," she muses, squeaking her boots almost sheepishly.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Feb 15, 2010 4:04:34 GMT -5
The look upon her friend's face brings a bubble of laughter from inside the blonde. “There, by the window.” She motions the squeaky one toward a little round table, following close behind. Before they can even get their coats off properly, a young man is upon them. “Back, are you? S'been ages since you last visited, miss.” he chortles at the knight as she removes her hat. “And you've a friend this time! Wonderful! You'll want tea, I know, but your pretty friend here... what'll it be?” He whirls on Prudence and Integral takes the moment to settle herself into her chair and take in the storm raging outside their window.
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Post by Prudence on Feb 15, 2010 12:22:46 GMT -5
Prudence giggles giddily. "Everyone knows you, don't they?" she asks Integral without taking her eyes off the boy for less than a second. "Ahm, is there any sort of...menu I can see, or something?" She adjusts her glasses for a moment before adding, "Oh, tea for me too, of course." The scent catches her nose again and she has a brief thought that she might end up coming out of here with diabetes.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Feb 16, 2010 13:03:28 GMT -5
It was amazing the effects pastry had on her friend. "Er--Sorry!" the boy trips, producing menus from under his arm for both the women. the knight gives it a once-over before asking for a cupcake involving lemon cake, raspberrys and coconut. The waiter dashes off and returns a moment later to set a glass of water, complete with lemon, before the knight, and another for Prudence, but with the lemon in a small dish. He shrugs at the difference in the glasses. "One never knows who likes lemon and who doesn't... Are you sisters?" He asks her, scooping up Integral's menu without taking his eyes off her friend.
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Post by Prudence on Feb 16, 2010 23:59:36 GMT -5
Prudence's eyes move rapidly over the menu, and it takes her a moment to register that she's being spoken to. Even then, her brain stalls with, 'They have red velvet cupcakes, you should get one of those, or, ooh, banana!' She looks up at the boy, eyes wide and questioning. "Hm?" Her mind finally catches up to where it's supposed to be and processes the question. "Wha, us? Nooo, no, no, no. ...Well, I mean, in a manner of speaking, yes, because--," she stops mid-sentence, and shakes her head as though it were an Etch-a-Sketch and that would do to clear it. "No, we're not actually blood relations of any sort. It seems I forgot to eat today; my mind is completely running away with all these confectioneries."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Mar 10, 2010 3:52:11 GMT -5
Chuckling as her friend trips over her own words and hunger, she holds a hand up to the boy. "Why don't you give her a while to throughly examine your cupcake selection." Somehow, this simple suggestion sends the boy sliking off to the kitchen with his tail between his legs. "There now, you can choose something in peace." she murmurs, steepling her fingers, head cocked to the side, part of her hair spilling over her shoulders. "What kind of cake do you usually like? Some of the things they serve here are rather....bizarre, but I can't bring myself to refuse raspberries when offered..."
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Post by Prudence on Mar 13, 2010 2:36:50 GMT -5
Prudence scans the menu ravenously. "In general, a good rule to go by is that the worse it is for me, the more I'll love it." She closes it and observes the back briefly before returning to the first page. "Pound of butter? Wonderful. Tooth-rotting chocolate? Fabulous. Sugar-thick butter-cream frosting? Yes, please. Bacon bits? ...I've not thrown them into the mix before, but given the trend...." She frowns at the menu slightly. "What do I get?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Mar 26, 2010 16:39:34 GMT -5
Her gloved hands hang in midair, making a karate-chop motion. “Alright, Prudence. You've got to remain calm...” she coaches, humorously. “Think! What would you get if this were a normal bakery?” She drops her hands to the table, and they curl around the tea cup the boy had just set before her. “Figure that out, then expand your horizons.” She chuckles as the waiter takes out his pencil and pad, at the same time, his hand rattling Prudence's teacup as he sets it down.
“Are you girls ready?” He positions the pad in his palm, pencil poised, ready for diction.
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