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Milady deWinter ([personal profile] aspecialkindofwoman) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2015-04-06 05:36 pm

Closed + Open } Dangerous when cornered

April 2 | The halls

Milady arrives to the hotel and immediately finds the first and last person she's looking for.

No warning | Rated U for unrequited and unresolved | ongoing


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April 6 - Open

One of the things that has kept the woman known as Milady de Winter alive in all she's been through: she is resilient and she is tough and she is opportunistic. She has learned what she thinks there is to learn about this place and eyed a few doors, but she hasn't tried any yet. This isn't cowardice; it's canniness. She needs to know what she's doing. So this is how she comes to wander through the shop then making her way to the Smoking room. She's looking at everything and everyone; the clothing some wear here is ... intriguing. She's tempted to take some; it would be easy enough. But in the meantime, she walks, hip swinging, offering a smile at the men that she thinks could benefit her, while sizing up the women. She'll have a drink or maybe more, seeing who might be buying.
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[personal profile] morethanhuman 2015-05-08 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)

Erik considered. "That would be Louis the... twelfth? No, thirteenth," he amended. "Contemporary of Cardinal Richelieu and the musketeers. Elaborate fashion, duels of honor, espionage and swashbuckling and illicit romances— the foundations on which a hundred novels were built."

He shrugged, gave a smile that was more smirk than not. "I confess I've never bothered to learn more. As I said, I'm German by birth, so I've never been overly concerned with the French. Besides, 1632— you've got a hundred and fifty years, give or take, before things get interesting."

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[personal profile] morethanhuman 2015-05-08 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Now Erik grinned, the broad slice of teeth that used to make Raven shudder theatrically in pretend fear. "Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?"

He sipped his drink again, enjoying having gotten her to show some curiosity in their banter. "But if you're dying to know, there's a well-appointed library at the other end of this floor. Lots of history books." And computers with the internet, but he would let some other hapless soul try to teach her about that.