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Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-09-19 12:58 am

Camelot: Saturday Afternoon. While Merlin And Arthur Are Off Holding Hands Like Otters.

Francine had long ago figured out that Angelica Demesnes and her ilk -- not that Francine would use the word ilk unless she was trying to spell milk in a game of Scrabble and somebody else had already laid down the M -- had no clue what life was like in a medieval kingdom.

What she was sadly finding out now was that medieval kingdoms had no clue how to write historically-suspect bodice-heaving romance the way Angelica Demesnes did.

Instead, she got to sit on a step and try to make it through at least one paragraph of Ye Tragik Historye of Sir Ethelred the Dubious and His Enormouse-Busumed Wyfe before her eyes started swimming again.

[For NPC shenanigans, though The Girl, she is welcome also!]

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Guinevere had never indulged in any book of its ilk, thank you very much (except for when she'd peeked while-- but nevermind that.) She flashed the back of Francine's head a quick, unsure smile, then smoothed out her skirts and sat down next to her.

"The Lady Morgana likes those," she said. "I mean-- not only those, or anything, and I'm sure other people like them as well."

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I think they help her sleep," Gwen confided. "Not that they're boring!"

She'd used to like them-- but the real thing, as it turned out, was actually much more romantic than books.

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen fidgeted with the edges of her dress. "At least it's practical?" she said. "Except for the bosom; I don't even begin to understand any of that."

More practicalities and less romance: sounded almost perfect in Gwen's book. In a way.

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Is he kind to her?" she asked, leaning over to get a glimpse at Francine's book.

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's good, then, isn't it?" Gwen said, leaning back a little on the stairs. "She's cared for and he's kind, and he's there..."

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd still like that," Gwen said, quietly. "It's hard finding a man who'll stay around."

Not that she was bitter about anything. "Did something change? I mean-- if you don't mind my asking, I don't want to be rude."

[identity profile] camelotfolk.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen sat up. "Oh," she said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realise that you and Merlin-- I mean, you are very lovely, I just didn't know--"

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[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"There's too many extra vowels in there, Francie," declared Katchoo, who'd just escaped a shift in the laundry and had the damp sleeves to show for it, once she'd snuck up behind Francine and stood there long enough to get a look at the page.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm used to it in text messages by now." Katchoo rolled up said damp sleeves and sat down next to Francine. "Or posters. It looks wrong in books, still."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo's snort was not elegant by any stretch of the imagination no matter what era you were in.

"Aw, geez -- do the extra vowels mean it's even bigger?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"If it's that 'enormouse,'" Katchoo mused, holding her hands out about two feet in front of her chest, "she could hide a cat in there and nobody'd notice. That's sexy."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah. She had 'em surgically removed to fit," Katchoo said, deadpan. "Wow, move over, bad Internet smut, we have a competitor."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo tried to reach over and flip further into the book. "Trying to spin it as a delayed-gratification tactic would be too much credit, huh?"