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Ermengarde bursts into the room brandishing some books, you say?  You know I'd completely forgotten that my mother had (maybe still has) some of those flower-pressing boards. They had wingnuts at the corners so you could really tighten it down. I tried it out a few times as a kid.
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Bit late on this, but, re: Lottie, don't forget that in the novel she is still literally a toddler. She's like three, four years old. Of course she doesn't have much control of her emotions yet! It's a weird choice to age her up without altering that though.
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Hello everyone, and welcome back to LLP. Sorry for the delay, more on that at the end, but this update is a good one, and I'm really excited to show you all.  Firstly, we finally get some artistry and grace!  All you Jessie fans can finally get a break from the non-stop Ermengarde parade. Speaking of...  ... well, no, it is not a lovely day, but it is as close to a pleasant day as we are likely to have in London, and nice girls always say it is 'lovely' if they wish to go out. And I wished to go out. With you. If— if that's all right. Folks, I do believe Sara has just been asked on a date. This update starts the gay off strong, and it continues for the rest of the scene.  We will make it a lovely day, then, because you and I will be part of it. It was a pleasant day, for London. Clouded enough not to be overly warm, but without the blanket of fog and foul air that sometimes developed in the city streets. If — if we are fortunate, perhaps we might see some Dragoons on patrol in the park.The dragoons mentioned here have nothing to do with dragons (unlike in the popular PS1 game that co-opted the term), but instead are a historic type of heavy cavalry. Dragoons got their name from the "dragon" firearm they carried-- which was essentially a sawed-off blunderbuss. Traditionally a dragoon rode in to combat but dismounted to actually fight, but as time went on this became increasingly impractical and they were used more like traditional cavalry, shooting and using swords from horseback. They were at their peak in the 17th century, but the UK still has four regiments with the title dragoon today.  Her eyes warmed with remembrance. Their uniforms are so bright. The red and gold makes any man look handsome, even if he has whiskers like a walrus. And the horses have high necks and beautiful, glossy coats. They're full of energy. I... it makes me feel good, somehow, to see them — to think that they, and I, are in the same world and owe our loyalty to the same Queen. Yes, that is how I felt sometimes when I saw Papa drill with his regiment. That I am proud to be a part of the British Empire. Oh! Sometimes, I think that... well, that if I were a boy, I might like to be a soldier. Then I could go on adventures in faraway places, like your papa. India, or even Africa. If I were in the cavalry, I would have a fine red uniform and a shining helmet and a sword, and I would get to ride all the time on a black charger. I wouldn't feel so big and awkward all the time, then. I could feel strong. I think it might be nice, to protect people — to protect my country. Sara was caught up in the vision. Ermengarde hid her face behind her hands. No, no, I don’t think that! That would never happen. Don't tease. I am not teasing you. I think you would make a very good hero. You are kind, and that is the most important trait that a hero needs. But —— do you really wish that you were a boy? Oh... I don't know. Not really. Besides, if I were a boy and a soldier, my father would still be disappointed in me. (How sad it is, to forever feel that your father is not proud of you!)Yeah, jeez. Poor Ermengarde.   Yes? The next time... The next time that I go to visit my family, will you come with me? I'd like to be able to show you parts of England that aren't London. Maybe we could even go and see my Aunt Eliza. The countryside is so much nicer than even the parks here. We could go through the woods and look for berries and mushrooms and... She reined herself in. I — you don't have to. Only if you wanted.Gay.  I would love to go the countryside with you. She let go of Ermengarde then, and laughed, a gay bright sound that made the other girl smile to hear it. To come all this way to England and then to see nothing but Miss Minchin's school! Surely that would not be right. Oh, Sara! It will be lovely. Truly lovely, not lovely because it is the polite thing to say. I am not sure. I have some dresses that are nicer than others, but nothing that is truly old. I could buy more clothes, but then they would be new. Mariette says that I am growing a great deal right now, though, and that soon I will not fit into some of my frocks, so I suppose that I will have old clothes then. You... you could borrow mine. If you wanted. If you outgrow something, then it might not fit you at all, but if I outgrow something, then for you it might be fine. Thank you. You see? You are very kind. Ermengarde put her fingers against the soft curve of her cheek, where Sara's lips had touched, and smiled.GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!  ...Ahem. Now that we're all done squealing excitedly (unless that's just me), we can move on to the next scene.    Today I have arranged a special outing for your edification. We will be attending the British Museum of Natural History.  Ugh, I hope not. There's nothing edifying about plants. It could be interesting to attend a museum of plants, with people who know all about them and can tell their stories... You mean, gardeners? Maybe we'll get to play in a garden? Quiet now. Form up. Let's go.Not sure why Lavinia is so down on gardeners (yes I do, it's because they're poor), but a trip to the museum sounds fun! The museum referred to here is quite new in the setting of our story, established only 7 years ago in 1881, and was then part of the British Museum, hence being called the British Museum of Natural History rather than its modern moniker of simply "Natural History Museum, London". I couldn't find a list of historical exhibits, but Wikipedia has a link to the original floorplan, which gives you an idea of what the girls would have been looking at historically.   It's going to eat me! It can't eat you, Lottie, it's d- It's not a real dinosaur. It's a former dinosaur. It's dead. It's going to fall on me! I don't think it will fall... It's really rather interesting.I don't think Lottie's in much of a state to be reassured by 'I think's, Sara. Paleontology was something of a craze in the Victorian era, especially after Origin of Species came out in 1859. The T-Rex is anachronistic, though, as it was not discovered until 1902 and not named until 1905. As a side-note, if anyone is in the mood to read about a cool lady who helped found the field, look into Mary Anning.  It's disturbing — it's a monster. It's marvellous. Jessie shivered, and took Lottie's hand in hers. Come on. Let's go find something to look at that isn't dead. Um — I think that — everything in the museum may be... Then we will look at the walls!Hahaha, I love Jessie. She's got spunk.  You'll look at the exhibits with me, won't you, Sara? Yes, of course. Are you coming, Lavinia? No — I want to look at this one a while longer. I'll catch up with the two of you in a few minutes. T-two? You are here, aren't you? Right. Sara wondered if this was the first time that Lavinia had ever preferred Ermengarde's company to Jessie’s.Probably. I think Lavinia's found her true love in the T-Rex, though, look at the stars in her eyes. She loves it so much that she forgot to be awful for a whole scene! A true accomplishment.   Ah? Que se passe-t-il? What's going on? It's all right. I'll get the door. ...Lottie? Sara-mamma! The younger girl clung to Sara. I had a bad dream and the monster was going to eat me and then I woke up and it was dark and — I thought I saw something! Bones, there were bones in my room, monster bones...Yikes. Looks like the T-rex really did a number on her. She was maybe a bit young for the trip, to be fair. It's not like museums had kids' sections back then.  Mariette, where are my slippers? The maid brought the fluffy white shoes for Sara to slip her feet into. I will walk you back to your room and show you that it's safe.  You're not mad? I woke you up... Well, I want to sleep, but you want to sleep too. And if you're too afraid, you can't sleep — but if I help you, then we both can. Lottie blinked her eyes a few times, but said nothing. I wonder how many times Lottie has been scared at night and needed comfort, but wasn't able to get it. Poor thing.  Right. She paused at the door. Sara-mamma? I didn't really think there were bones in my room. I mean, I thought it, but I didn't really believe it was true... I knew that it wasn't... I just wanted to feel better. I'm sorry.I get this too, tbh. Sometimes if it's dark and I'm walking around my house it really feels like there's someone behind me. I know there isn't, but it doesn't make the feeling go away. I'm a big, brave girl so I can check for myself, but Lottie ran to Sara instead. Also, Lottie is so thrown by Sara's acceptance that she feels guilty about it.  Sometimes when you pretend things, even if you know behind the doors in your mind that they're not quite real, they still feel as if they were. It isn’t wrong to believe in what you pretend. Lottie smiled. I will pretend that I'm going to have good dreams. That is a very nice thing to pretend I believe I will, too. And with that, she returned to her bed.If you pretend about the future, and then that future comes true, were you really pretending?  Anyway, sorry for the suuuper long delay on this update. If you want my excuses, they're continuing to hyperfocus on knitting as well as election stress. I never did stop thinking about the LP, though-- long waits lately or no, I don't think I'm in any real danger of abandoning it yet. Part of the issue is that it is a little tedious to read the scenes once when I take screenshots and then again when I'm putting together the update-- it makes it very easy to put off if I'm already itching to do something else. If any other screenshot LPers have some tips, I'd love to hear them. Activity info is here and weekend selections are down below-- we do not have the stats necessary to hang out with Ermengarde, which is both sad because poo poo's finally starting to get gay up in here, and nice because we've been seeing a lot of her lately. Have a good one, and I'll see you next time! 
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Election stress is my go-to excuse for the past few weeks so I'm right up there with ya I hope the feeling has passed and it doesn't weigh as heavily on you now.
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Whee, election stress buds. Good to have you back though OP. I'm gonna throw a vote in for Reading, Reading, Tutoring and hanging out with Lavinia. Maybe her newfound passion for palaeontology has softened her? (It will not have.)
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Nov 18, 2020 09:41
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Sara you flirt.  Read, read, tutor and hang out with Jessie. I'm surprised Jessie didn't see the appeal of riding the t-rex across the moors, hair billowing in the wind.
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Poil posted:Sara you flirt. +1 to all of this.
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I used to watch the 1995 movie of "A Little Princess" all the time, and for some reason I thought of it the other day... and then this LP appeared in front of me! I'm enormously in love with it so far. I love that they use actual quotes from the book, and I think they've done an excellent job at making the original parts of the story flow with the book language. The entire atmosphere is so graceful and charming and easy to fall in love with, I like all of the characters (well, all of them except Minchin, anyway!!!), and I love this version of Sara. I'm really enjoying your historical asides as well, Yams  I am definitely going to pick this up from Steam sometime.I vote for Write in Diary x3 and spending time with Lottie. The positive influence Sara is having on Lottie warms my heart, and I want to see more of it. (Also, I really enjoy Lottie in the 1995 movie. She's ridiculous.)
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mycelia posted:Whee, election stress buds. Good to have you back though OP. +1
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This game went on sale in the Steam store shortly after Thanksgiving! I snatched it up right-quick. Haven't started playing it yet, though. I'd rather discover the shenanigans in this thread
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Hello everyone and welcome back to LLP. This week we finally meet Becky properly, after like 4 or 5 weeks of trying.  Our knowledge is back up, so we can visit Ermengarde this weekend if we want, which would be her last event this act-- but we'll talk more about that at the end of the update. For now, Jessie!   You're looking very pretty today, Sara. (Do I look any different than usual? Maybe that's just Jessie's way of saying hello.) Thank you. Of course, it's easy for you to be pretty, because you have so many nice things, and you have your own maid to help dress and style you, and... ... I wanted to ask you a favour.Boy, this conversation sure did become uncomfortable fast.   You're the only girl I know here with your very own personal lady's maid. Lavvie says her parents say she's too young. Don't tell her I told you that! It doesn't mean that she's jealous of you!She's definitely jealous.  So, as it is, I was wondering if I could... borrow her. Mariette? Why? So that she could show me some new things to do with my hair? She's French, isn't she? She might even have been to Paris. And Paris is the very height of fashion! She might have all kinds of tricks. Paints, embellishments, ways to curl hair without damage... I have to know! (I have never seen her so passionate.)For how ominously the conversation started, the request turned out to be rather innocent. I'm surprised this is the first time somebody's asked, to be honest-- though I suppose it's improper, and Jessie would be the only one who would. Lavinia would be far too proud, Lottie's too young, and I doubt Ermengarde cares much about styling her hair.  And if you ask her nicely, I'm sure she will talk to you about Paris fashions. She does know a great deal more about hair and clothing than I do. But — I think your hair looks perfectly nice as it is. It's not perfect. It's never perfect. She pulled a section of her long red hair over her shoulder and glared at it. Your hair can't make you sinful. Well, of course it's not true, but it's what other people think that matters! And there's nothing I can do about it. Diet doesn't help. I could try to stain it black, but then it might be damaged, or mark my clothing, and I would be humiliated... She cut herself off, forcing her features back into the shape of a smile. I must not damage my hair. Even if it is too long and heavy for the best dancing. It is my responsibility. The length of my hair is my one unique beauty, you see. It's something that other girls can't copy, not unless they spend years working at it, like I have. It is my task to make myself as beautiful and accomplished as possible, so that I can catch the eye of a gentleman. It's different for girls like you and Lavvie. You are your father's only heir. You will be wealthy. And I... will be pretty. (Is that the only thing she wants to be?) Well, come and visit me, and I will try to help you talk to Mariette. Thank you! You're so sweet.:yikesaroo: Okay, so Jessie has some major hangups here. Googling stuff about Victorian fashion brings up dubious sources, so I tried to dig up some contemporary books of fashion advice for women. Hair was a big deal in the Victorian era-- you wanted a lot of it, and you wanted it to look beautiful and healthy. It was considered a mark of elegance and refinement to have long, well-tended hair. Redheadedness has had a long history of connotations with witchcraft and lustfulness, going back to the medieval era and continuing to this day. One of the books I looked at from 1897 said that auburn or "even red" hair had become a "craze"-- though I think the author likely meant the lighter, more ginger shade of red, as that section was about artificially lightening hair. Though today the connotations make red hair more desirable than undesirable, in the very moralist and prudish culture of the Victorian era I can see why Jessie would be self-conscious. Maybe some hair talk can cheer her up, at least. And speaking of Mariette... Sara extended her arms, letting them drift into ballet second-position. Now, over your head, so I can see the fabric stretch? Mariette was making the final adjustments to Sara's new pink dancing-frock, after pointing out that Sara's change in height meant her old ones no longer fit just-so. Ah! — a touch, just there. Take it off again, if you please, and I'll have it done before your next lesson. Sara wriggled free of the soft fabric and handed it over. It's such a beautiful colour. And the skirt is so light. Dancing in that, I shall feel like — a pink butterfly, floating on the breeze. Or a fairy princess, with wings like rose petals. Roses... That is what it needs. A wreath of roses for your head. I will find some buds at the florist’s. The mental picture of herself decked out in a pink dancing-frock with a crown of flowers was so delightful that Sara laughed aloud. Mademoiselle does have a very good imagination. No, it is the Magic. The Magic shapes our lives, and makes everything wonderful. Sara's heart was lighter than a feather.Well, that was a cute little scene, even if it was clearly just a bit of fluff. We can forgive the game for its filler, though, because at last the time has come for Becky's full, proper introduction!  There were pictures and books and curious things from India; there was a sofa and the low, soft chair; Emily sat in a chair of her own, with the air of a presiding goddess, and there was always a glowing fire and a polished grate. Because the room was such a nice, bright, pretty place, the little scullery maid known as Becky liked to save it until the end of her afternoon's work. If luck was with her, she could snatch a few minutes to sit alone in the soft chair and look around, thinking about the wonderful good fortune of the child who owned such surroundings. Her hard-working young body was tired past the limits of endurance. As she looked at the red coals, a tired, slow smile stole over her smudged face, her head nodded forward without her being aware of it, and her eyelids drooped. Oh! That poor thing! ... Becky looked nothing like any illustration of Sleeping Beauty. Her gown was stained, her face smeared with soot, and her poor little kerchief hung half-off her head. Even her face, beneath the dirt, was a plain one. She looked only like an ugly, stunted, worn-out little scullery drudge. But Sara was not cross to find such a figure in her own favourite chair.The game is getting a little judgy here (almost all of that was original text, iirc), but I think that Becky is heckin' adorable.  I won't go into what a scullery is or the duties of a scullery maid here, since I plan on doing an in-depth on it rather soon, but know it is the lowest position in the servant hierarchy, with duties thankless, difficult, and deeply unpleasant. She crept closer to the chair, walking quietly on raised feet, and stood there, looking at her. ... zzz ... (I wish she'd waken herself. I don't wish to waken her, but Miss Minchin will be cross if she finds out... I'll just wait a few minutes.) She took a seat on the edge of the table and sat swinging her slim legs. If Miss Minchin came looking for Becky, she was sure to be scolded. (But she is so tired. So tired!) At that moment, Sara's indecision was interrupted by a popping sound from the fire. A piece of flaming coal had broken and shifted. ..... !?  !!! Becky sprang to her feet, clutching at her kerchief to set it right. Oh, miss! Oh, miss! I arst yer pardon, miss! Oh, I do, miss!She speaks! She speaks, as you surely noticed, in a noticeable dialect. It's present in the book and consistent with how lower servants tended to speak in most contemporary works. Becky's dialogue certainly stands out and poses a contrast to Sara's, but I don't remember it ever being incomprehensible or hard to parse. If I suspect any cause for confusion, I'll try to clear it up.  Don't be frightened. It doesn't matter the least bit. I didn't go to do it, miss! It was the warm fire — an' me bein' so tired. It—it weren't impertinence! Sara broke into a friendly little laugh. You were tired; you could not help it. You are not really awake yet. Ain't — ain't y'angry, miss? Ain't you gonna tell the missus? No! Of course I'm not. Sara shook her head. Why, we are just the same — I am only a little girl like you. It's just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me! 'n accident, miss? Here, miss? Me? If your bedrooms are finished, perhaps you might stay a tiny while? I thought, perhaps, you might like a piece of cake. Cake! Me! Yes, of course. The next ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of fever-dream. The show pupil opened a cupboard and produced a thick slice of cake, all for her, and actually seemed enthusiastic about watching Becky eat it.I think poor Becky is a little overwhelmed by all this kindness and understanding.  A few weeks ago, you were watching me through the area railing, weren't you? Yes, miss. I... Oncet, I saw a princess. I was standin' in the street with the crowd outside Covent Garden, watchin' the swells go inter the opera. An' there was one everyone stared at most. They says to each other, 'That's the princess.’ She was a growed-up young lady, but she was pink and lace all over, an’ flowers an' all, as pretty as anything. That's what you looked like, miss, that day. You looked like her.There are a lot of possibilities for this princess-- Queen Victoria had 5 daughters of her own and 4 sons, each of whom had wives, and numerous grandchildren. I like to imagine that it's Princess Louise, because she's cool as heck. I recommend reading up on her.  I believe I will begin pretending I am one. Ain't you already? From elsewhere in the school, there was the sound of a door slamming. Oh, miss! I've got to — got to go. Come back some day when you have more time, and I can finish that story you were listening to. I'm always putting new bits to it in my head. Oh, miss... if you do that, I won't mind how heavy the coal boxes was, or what Cook done to me, if I might have that to think of... She bobbed an awkward little curtsey, grabbing for her kerchief when it slipped again, and then hurried from the room. And just like that, our roster is finally complete. We're nearing the end of Act 1, now, and we very much want to focus on finishing up what routes we can. Ermengarde has one event left, Jessie two, and Becky four. While we still have some weeks left, it's only going to be possible to bring in two of them. And because Act 2 is quite a bit tighter, we also want to start thinking about whose route we're going to ultimately choose for this run. If you're interested, I have written out the stat requirements for Jessie and Becky's events here (the ones for Ermen's last scene are in the image), so that the thread can more effectively plan our weekday activities. I'd rather not skip any weeks if we can help it, and knowing what stats we can safely spend would help avoid that. Here is activity information-- remember to discuss and vote, and I look forward to see you all next time. Bye!
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Another long wait between updates, another excuse...this time it's slightly reasonable, at least. I got a new computer, and none of my saves transferred over. I had already boxed up and put away my old laptop, though thankfully I was still able to access it. Otherwise, it's just been rushing to finish knitting Christmas gifts that's been taking all my time.
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Yeah, Steam games may or may not use cloud saves depending on the game. You can check by looking at the game's properties. At the bottom of the Updates tab if there's a Steam Cloud section it should transfer them automatically, otherwise it's on you. When I switch computers I always take a copy of the whole Users folder because there's always something in there I'll end up needing.
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Dec 18, 2020 00:55
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Tea Party, Tea Party, Tea Party, Ermengarde I think Ermengarde and Jessie is the set we should take to Act 2 simply because they're the closest.
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Dec 18, 2020 04:40
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Senerio posted:Tea Party, Tea Party, Tea Party, Ermengarde Agreed!
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Luninareph posted:Agreed! 
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Dec 18, 2020 10:10
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Senerio posted:Tea Party, Tea Party, Tea Party, Ermengarde This has my vote as well. Ermengarde is such a sweetheart! Sorry Becky, we'll see you another time!
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Senerio posted:Tea Party, Tea Party, Tea Party, Ermengarde This will certainly be some intense studying of Tea and the concept of a party thereof.
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Dec 19, 2020 13:08
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I'll go against the consensus and vote for Becky.
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Hello everyone and welcome back to LLP. It's been a while, and I've started going to school in addition to still working full time. It's been a trial by sleep deprivation, honestly, but once I get used to it I could very well end up working on this more often as an excuse to procrastinate schoolwork. Or, I may just continue to update this at a snail's pace. Only time will tell.  It's tea party central up in here, guys. I think there was literally one vote for something else. That done, it's time for finish up with Ermengarde for Act 1. Predictably, poo poo is loving gay.  Now, Sara had confided in Ermengarde some time earlier how much she disliked being interrupted when she was deeply absorbed in a fictional world. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage. Sara had described it thus: 'It makes me feel as if someone had hit me. And as if I want to hit back.’ Ermengarde took one look at that intent little face and could not bear the thought of causing it such distress. Therefore, instead of calling for attention, she simply took a seat nearby and waited. ... Because she had few friends among the students of Miss Minchin's Select Seminary, Ermengarde was not entirely a stranger to being left alone with her own thoughts. For the most part, she had diligently tried to turn that extra time to revision, thumbing through the pages of her lesson-books in the hopes that their wisdom would be imprinted upon her. In recent weeks, however, the distraction of Sara, her stories and the time that they spent together, kept turning Ermengarde's attempts at studying into something more like daydreams. This did not help her lessons, but it did not seem to do them much harm, either. Ermengarde glumly considered that it was because she was already as much of a failure as it was possible to be.Ermengarde, noooo.  Oh, Ermengarde! I'm sorry. Were you looking for me? I — I didn't want to disturb you. Well, it’s all right now. She laid a ribbon bookmark across the pages and closed her book. What were you thinking about? Ermengarde found that she could not simply answer 'You.’ Even if, perhaps, it was the truth. I — I was thinking about the museum that we went to.Mhmm. Sure you were.  Sara nodded. Mary Anning. ... I forgot her name. You remembered the important part. Terror- Pterodactyl. She blushed and covered her mouth, ashamed at correcting Sara in anything, but Sara only nodded and indicated that she should go on. The woman who found them wasn't even a lady, he said. She never went to a grand school. But she learned all about creatures by walking up and down the beach in Dorset and finding their bones. I thought, if we were planning trips around England, that perhaps we should go to the seaside. We... we could find seashells, even if we don't find any fossils.When I mentioned Mary Anning back during the museum trip, I didn't realize that she would come up again here. She really is fascinating, though contemporarily she didn't receive much recognition, and was almost never mentioned in the scientific papers published about her finds, something she came to feel quite bitterly about. It's believed that Anning is the real life basis of the famous tongue-twister "She Sells Seashells". The 'pterodactyl' mentioned here is one of Anning's most famous finds, discovered in 1828 and later named Dimorphodon macronyx. It's actually quite a little guy, only about a meter long, and is not technically a pterodactyl, just a pterosaur, which is the order (taxonomical level equivalent to "birds", "fish" and "mammals") both pterodactyls and dimorphodons belong to.  And now the book was set aside on the window seat, as Sara’s imagination drew her to her feet. There are cliffs along the coast in Dorset, aren't there? And where there are cliffs, there might be caves, and where there are caves, there might be dwarves, or trolls, or pirate treasure... Oh, don't! Ermengarde clapped her hands over her ears. You'll get me all confused again between what's real and what isn't. Well, until we've been there, we don’t know what's real. There certainly have been real pirates. Like Captain Strangways, or Isaac Gulliver, the King of Smugglers. And it is possible that they might have left buried treasure in a cave somewhere. One of Sara's books had included a history of wars, pirates, and weather-related sailing disasters around the English Channel. She was somewhat glad to have read it after her sea voyage rather than before. We can't know whether we will find a treasure or not until after we have looked for one. And then, you will know it, and not be confused. Oh, no. I forget things all the time. But you remember all sorts of things about flowers and forests and birds and horses. You told me about two kinds of celandines, and about your aunt's dogs, and her flower-pressing hobby. You remembered where the fossils came from. You remember things that matter to you. Perhaps it's only books that you can't remember. But books are what should matter — at least to my father, and Miss Minchin. And you. I love books. They matter a great deal to me. But people — people matter more.As they should. That's the last of our dedicated Ermengarde time this act-- though, of course, she'll still be around in other scenes.  Her stockinged feet were folded up beneath her, her elbows on the chair arm, and her chin in her hands. (If I were a princess, a real princess, I could go among the populace in a grand coach and scatter largess. Everyone who was tired, and poor, and hungry — I could make their lives better. That's what a princess ought to do. Even if I am only a pretend princess, I can still invent little things to do for people.) She thought back to Becky's amazed delight at being warmed and fed. (It took so little to make a difference for her. She was just as happy as if it had been largess.) (From now on, I'll pretend that to do things people like is scattering largess. Then I can truly be a princess.) The thought swelled up inside her, making her head feel quite light. Before she knew it, Sara was sitting up straight in her chair, her arms at her sides and her feet hanging down, just like a little princess on her throne.A very short interstitial scene here, and the next one isn't too much longer. Largess (also largesse) is a noun referring to liberal giving, often money.  A letter from Papa! She took the paper into her hands, not without the faintest twinge of dismay. She was glad, beyond glad, to have word from her beloved Papa — and yet, such a letter made her realise she had not much thought about him for days and days. (Papa would be glad that I had found so many things to fill my days; I should not feel upset.) Banishing guilt, she drew out the letter and began to absorb its contents. This letter was far more fulfilling than the early missive from Bombay. He told her of many things he had seen and done, and how people that she had met in India were getting on, and it was all quite agreeable. And then, the most exciting news!Papa's Letter posted:... A friend of mine from my schoolboy days came to visit me here in India, quite unexpectedly, to let me know of a piece of good fortune. He owns a large tract of land, too large to have seen every detail of it himself, but recently has made a remarkable discovery: a deposit of diamonds!  What is that? Is your father sending you a gift? You are too young to wear diamonds, in English fashion. Diamond mines! Sara's mind was filled with images from the Arabian Nights: deep caverns beneath the earth, sparkling stones studded into the walls and ceilings, dark-eyed dwarves digging them free with heavy picks, heaps of discarded treasure shimmering with enchantments. (Can such marvellous things really be true?)I probably don't need to say this, but Sara's rather fanciful images of diamond mines are not, in fact, true. We'll assume that this newly discovered deposit is in India-- by the late 19th century, South America and South Africa had taken over as the biggest producers, but prior to the discovery of diamonds in Brazil in 1725, virtually every diamond in the world came from India[1], which is one hell of a monopoly. Like any mining operation, mining diamonds was exceedingly difficult, exceptionally dangerous work almost always performed by natives, rather than the white colonials who would be reaping the benefits. Kollur mine, one of the biggest Indian diamond mines until it ceased operations in the 19th century, didn't even have supports in its walls-- meaning that when it rained the mines would collapse, killing everyone inside. As for Mariette's remark, it is true that jewelry on young, unmarried women was considered tacky. According to The Ladies’ Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness, 'Women are usually pretty, up to the age of twenty, at least,' and so further adornment is unnecessary and immodest.  Have you ever seen a diamond cavern, Emily? Have any of your fairy friends been there? Perhaps they could say hello to my Papa for us... She hugged the doll to herself, her eyes glimmering crystal-bright. Someday we will see them together, my papa and I! That's all for today, folks. Sorry again about the delay between updates-- honestly I think it would be more surprising if I did get an update out in a timely fashion at this point, but I will continue to apologize nonetheless. My plan is to get a scullery maid bonus update in between now and the next update proper-- if I don't, I'll probably just tack it on to the end of the next update. Here is activity information-- remember to discuss and vote. See you next time!
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Tutor, tutor, tutor, and Lavinia Welcome back! No worries, real life comes first!
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yamiaainferno posted:The 'pterodactyl' mentioned here is one of Anning's most famous finds, discovered in 1828 and later named Dimorphodon macronyx. It's actually quite a little guy, only about a meter long, and is not technically a pterodactyl, just a pterosaur, which is the order (taxonomical level equivalent to "birds", "fish" and "mammals") both pterodactyls and dimorphodons belong to. Pterodactylus was even smaller: just half that size 
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AAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS BACK, YOU'VE MADE MY DAYSenerio posted:Tutor, tutor, tutor, and Lavinia Seconded on all of this, especially the "real life comes first" bit!
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Senerio posted:Tutor, tutor, tutor, and Lavinia
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What's a Scullery and Why Does it Need a Maid? Just as I did with Mariette, I want to take a moment and provide some context for Becky's job. As mentioned in our last bonus update, a large, wealthy household had a wide variety of servants, each with their own duties and rank in the hierarchy. A lady's maid like Mariette is at the top of this ladder-- a scullery maid like Becky, however, is at the very bottom. The Scullery The scullery is a room off of the kitchen where all the messy stuff happened. Dishes and laundry were washed here, fish and meat were prepared for cooking, vegetables peeled, and water boiled. The floors were near constantly wet, and the single drain could easily become clogged with grease, causing the floor to flood. Scullery maids would stand on slatted wooden platforms while performing their work. Because of all this, the scullery was dug several inches into the floor to avoid filthy water spilling into the kitchen, and was never attached to anywhere food was stored. Easy access to water was the primary issue for a scullery; by 1888 indoor plumbing was a thing, but wasn't yet common, only adopted by the extremely rich. I highly doubt that Miss Minchin would spring for a tap in the kitchen, so poor Becky likely spends a good deal of time hauling buckets of water from the nearest well-pump. Duties As mentioned, the scullery maid was at the bottom of the hierarchy for domestic servants. They were often young girls, first hired at around age 10, and as the lowest of the low, were given the worst jobs that nobody else wanted. In addition to washing the dishes, they were responsible for lighting and maintaining all the hearths, cleaning the stoves, washing the floors of the kitchen, pantry, and scullery, hauling water, and cleaning the servants' chamber pots. Keep in mind that washing dishes wasn't a once a day chore like it is today (at least for me)-- dishes and cookery were to be washed immediately after use, so that they would be dry and ready by the next meal. A scullery maid was the first of the household to wake, and often the last to go to bed. (Regarding the chamber pots, while they may be what the servants used, Miss Minchin and the young ladies of the house would almost certainly not. Outdoor toilets were fairly common by 1888, and since Miss Minchin is trying to cater to wealthy clients, she may have sprung for an indoor toilet-- likely just the one, though, and almost certainly not for the use of the servants.) Payment If you thought Mariette's £20 per year was shocking, hold on to your hats. Becky is likely making less than half that. Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management gives a range of £4-8 pounds a year for a scullery maid, somewhere between $500 and $1000 a year today. Mrs. Beeton notes that a scullery maid does difficult work with no respect and little pay, but consoles the reader that if she does her job well, doesn't complain, and is lucky enough to work under a cook that gives a poo poo, a scullery maid may one day be promoted to kitchen maid. Mrs. Beeton then goes on to give a definitely very true story of a girl who wanted to work in a kitchen so bad that she left her relatively wealthy family to work as a scullery maid, eventually becoming one of the best, most famous cooks in England through her hard work and grit. What's her name if she's so famous? Shut up, stop asking questions. 
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yamiaainferno posted:What's a Scullery and Why Does it Need a Maid? I must have read "scullery maid" a hundred times in this story or that. Somehow I never knew the position was so awful. yamiaainferno posted:Mrs. Beeton then goes on to give a definitely very true story of a girl who wanted to work in a kitchen so bad that she left her relatively wealthy family to work as a scullery maid, eventually becoming one of the best, most famous cooks in England through her hard work and grit. What's her name if she's so famous? Shut up, stop asking questions. I'm guessing the correct name for the subject of this definitely very true story is "Cinderella."
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Luninareph posted:I must have read "scullery maid" a hundred times in this story or that. Somehow I never knew the position was so awful. Senerio posted:Tutor, tutor, tutor, and Lavinia
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Hello everyone. For those of you who don't know, which I imagine is virtually all of you, I live in Texas! Because of this unfortunate fact, my family and I, like the rest of the state, were recently utterly hosed over by our incompetent, greedy leadership. Before anyone panics, I am fine, and so are all my family and friends. We live in the middle of nowhere, which meant that our local power station was less strained, and so our rolling blackouts were able to keep rolling. I think the longest we were without power at a stretch was about 8 hours-- which was utterly miserable, especially for my parents who need CPAP machines, but not life-threatening. It never got below freezing inside, like it did for a lot of people whose power was out for much, much longer. Living in the middle of nowhere also has the drawback of it taking much longer for repair services-- there's fewer repair people who are trying to service a much larger area, and it takes a lot of time for them to make their way down the list. Pretty much as soon as our power stabilized a frozen pipe inside our outer wall burst, and we had to turn off our water. After 18 days, someone was finally able to saw through our living room wall and fix it the day before yesterday. We got away with just the one pipe, which we discovered relatively quickly, and so structural (and financial) damage was minimal-- there are other people whose entire plumbing system burst, or whose floors collapsed from water damage, or who have to rip out and replace the insulation of their entire house. All that is to say: I haven't even loving started the next update yet. I have a big project due Monday and a test Wednesday, so I probably won't really get the chance to until the week after. You've all been great at being patient through this whole LP, but it's worth saying again: thank you for bearing with me.
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Holy moly! I hope you and yours are able to stay safe and warm, OP.
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yamiaainferno posted:Hello everyone. For those of you who don't know, which I imagine is virtually all of you, I live in Texas! Because of this unfortunate fact, my family and I, like the rest of the state, were recently utterly hosed over by our incompetent, greedy leadership. Also please wear a mask even if you are vaccinated in stores. I know Texas went maskless.
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yamiaainferno posted:What's a Scullery and Why Does it Need a Maid? Also, please be safe, Yamia!
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Violet_Sky posted:Also please wear a mask even if you are vaccinated in stores. I know Texas went maskless. Obviously. Abbott is trying to avert the national conversation from his incompetence in handling the Texas power grid and win back his pro-Trump, anti-masker constituents who just had a big awakening to what "free markets" actually means. And it worked, which just pisses me off even more.
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yamiaainferno posted:Hello everyone. For those of you who don't know, which I imagine is virtually all of you, I live in Texas! Because of this unfortunate fact, my family and I, like the rest of the state, were recently utterly hosed over by our incompetent, greedy leadership. This LP is well worth waiting for, and Jesus, any one of those would be understandable reasons for delaying the next update, let alone all of them at once. Best of luck to you and yours.
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I'm still working on the update, but since there's been some interest in the thread on recommendations for other games, I wanted to mention that the WLW visual novel Kindred Spirits on the Roof is currently on sale for $15, down from its original $35, until March 19th. I've only played a bit of the game so far but I'm really enjoying it, and the steam page is full of rave reviews. The game's description includes the phrases "yuri cupid" and "yuritopia", so that's honestly enough to sell me any day. A couple of warnings, though: the game does apparently have some adult content, though it doesn't seem to be a "sex game" by any means. It's also extremely Japanese. If you aren't a fan of anime's odd, over-the-top characterizations I don't think you'll enjoy the game.
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I love that game and I've played through it a few times. It's more of a kinetic novel than visual since it doesn't have any choices and is strictly linear. Any favorite character and/or couple? I kinda like Sasa and only partially because the first picture of her and her group had her with black nail polish (probably a coloring error since she never does again). I like the three mildly broken friends thing they've got going although Nena should probably see a doctor about her problem. But most of the cast are fun. Personally I kinda try and speed through the adult content (about a handful of scenes in 30? hours of gameplay), it just makes me feel awkward and while it fits with the story it's not why I play the game (maybe turning off the sound would be enough). The way you have to replay days for the other dialog options to unlock 100% is pretty dumb though and if you want to replay the game from beginning on steam you need to delete the saves, go offline mode, run the game and make a new save so it doesn't restore all the progress. Other than that it is enjoyable and I really like seeing scenes from other characters point of view with internal monologue. It adds so much. Oh and the manga based on it isn't bad. It's two separate stories with two new girls set a year after the game takes place but most of the cast shows up. If you like kinetic novels I would recommend Highway Blossoms. Main character is on a solo roadtrip to California for a concert in her recently deceased grandfathers RV and randomly decided to pick up a hitchhiker and gets roped into a gold rush treasure hunt. It also has adult content but it's in an optional patch/free dlc so it's easy to avoid. There i a short expansion which adds interesting story and characterization to the cast. Poil fucked around with this message at 23:37 on Apr 12, 2021 |
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Hello everyone, just a quick update to assure you that I am not dead. Since Uri school has been really fast-paced, the hotel I work at has been remodeling and everything's been a mess there, and on top of that I've been helping my friends pick an apartment and plan their move (that's this weekend), since I'll be joining them in August after I graduate. Basically, I've been super busy and haven't really had time to devote to the LP, but it's not abandoned! There's only like a week of school left, then finals, and after those I'll have a couple of weeks before Summer classes start in June. I'm hoping to get things moving again during that time. I hope you've all been well, and I look forward to spending more time with you soon! yamiaainferno fucked around with this message at 07:54 on Apr 29, 2021 |
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 It sounds like the good kind of busy, at least!
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Hello all! Sorry for yet another long gap in posting. I am currently working on the next update and it should be out fairly soon. I'm posting now because I wanted to let everyone know that Hanako Games is currently having a sale on all their yuri VNs. The bundle includes A Little Lily Princess, Black Closet (Anime Lesbian Boarding School 2: Darker and Edgier, and probably the game I will LP next), and Cute Bite (a brand new vampire-themed title that I haven't gotten to play yet because I am flat broke atm). Check it out here!
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Apparently, by 'fairly soon', I actually meant in like an hour! *blows the dust off of thread* Hello everyone and welcome back to LLP. It's been about a billion years, and I thank you all for your immense patience. In my last update I said that I was hoping to have time to finish this update in between my first and second summer semesters; unfortunately I never got around to it. I ended up moving in with my friends early, which took up my free time during that gap. (I also had a defective firework explode in my face on 4th of July, which was super fun, especially the day before said move.) It's been months, but I am here-- settled into my apartment, plus one BA in computer science. Let's jump right back in.   Mostly tutoring, with a tea party thrown in for kicks. I seriously doubt anyone remembers why they voted for any activity in particular at this point, but tutoring was a poor choice as we're already maxed on knowledge and the remainder of Jessie's events don't require knowledge. I think the idea may have been to replace the patience that would be used by Lavinia's event, but because the classes are technically happening before the weekend scenes, this didn't happen. It's a bit confusing, I know, since I don't mention activities until the end of an update-- I do it that way so that I can consolidate the voting and so we can spend time with a character each update. Chronologically speaking, each game week goes: [Scene #1] -> [Activities] -> [Scene #2] -> [Weekend] I probably should have said something about the tutoring and given people the chance to change their vote, but at this point I think everyone would rather I just get the update out already, and we're not so hard up for time that it's a huge deal. I'll keep an eye on it in the future, though. As I said above, we'll be hanging out with Lavinia this week. That "Last Chance!" warning certainly grabbed everyone's attention.  Of course. Lavinia walked through the door to Sara's rooms, her hands primly clutching a notebook as an older woman might carry a handbag. I wished to speak with you on the subject of Monsieur DuFarge, the French master. You did not correct him when he said that you were French. Sara blinked, not expecting questions in this direction. It seemed a very small thing to bring up again, so suddenly. She tried to remember what had actually been said.Especially *checks watch* 14 weeks later! That's like three months! Honestly, one of LLP's biggest weaknesses for me is that the character and main story scenes are largely disconnected. There's a few things that impact the availability of certain scenes-- flags that make a scene inaccessible before or after X week-- but other than that they're entirely independent. For example, even though we haven't done a single one of Lottie's scenes, her and Sara are still quite close in the narrative. This is part of the book of course, and we've seen some justification for that relationship in the main story scenes as well, but it would be nice if the player's choices could actually impact anything, even if it was just an extra line or two here and there.  Besides, I am every bit as much French as I am English. My mother was French — Lavinia cut her off at once. You are not your mother. That is — I am not saying anything against your mother, of course. But whether she was a grand Paris lady or a common merchant's daughter, that should not matter. She is not you. You are an English girl, being given an English education. There is no need for you to be marked as anything less.Oh boy, it's casual xenophobia time! Everyone's favorite!   We are in England. Gentlemen wish good English girls. Anything other is, by definition, less. (I don't think that's true. But I do think Lavinia believes it. Or else, that she thinks society believes it.) It would be different if you were foreign nobility, though even that would be suspect in some circles. To succeed in society, you must be English to the core. Lavinia took a seat upon one of Sara's comfortable chairs and looked around the little room, with all its imported treasures. Right now, because you are young and not expected to know the language so well, it makes you a novelty. A charming ornament, like your tiger-skin rug. A well-bred English lady should speak at least a little French, to show that she is cultured. But not to be French herself. All of a sudden, Lavinia gave a wicked smile, relaxing her perfect posture.*crosses fingers* Dontsaysomethingawfuldontsaysomethingawfuldontsaysomethingawful  What? Oh, yes! I daresay she's just as hopeless as our Ermengarde, although she’s desperate to hide it. What a flaw, for the proprietor of a school for polishing young ladies! How do you know? My French is not anywhere near as good as yours, but I can put a few sentences together. I have said certain things in her hearing, and she has shown no reaction. (Lavinia insulted Miss Minchin in French? No, surely she wouldn't dare, not when she’s so concerned with being proper.)...Well, personally, I'm fine with talking poo poo about Minchin. Not that I missed that little dig at Ermen, but I can live with it.  (I did not mean to jab her with pins!) She’ll never admit that she resents you, of course. That would be far too ill-bred. I did not wish for her to resent me. I did not wish to make an enemy of anyone. You can’t be friends with everyone, Sara. Especially not with those who are beneath you. They will always resent you for what you have and they do not. Miss Minchin will always praise us in all our endeavours, because we are young ladies from good families, and she benefits from our wealth. It doesn't mean that she cares for us. I... I think that is a very lonely way of seeing the world. Lavinia shook her head slowly, with a smile that was decidedly smug about her greater experience of society. That is how things are.In Miss Minchin's case, at least, it probably is so. There's something here about conflating maturity with cynicism that makes me kind of sad, but I can't quite figure out how to word it. While Lavinia is certainly cynical, she's really not that much better than Lottie on the maturity front.  You should be careful with Monsieur DuFarge as well. He seems very fond of you, but if an unrelated man takes too much of an interest in a young girl, it might look inappropriate. Do not be alone with him. You should always have a chaperone, to protect your virtue. Satisfied, she returned to an upright posture. You understand why I am telling you all these things, don't you, Sara? I am your role model, and you are my responsibility. I want to help you be happy and successful in your life as an Englishwoman. We are two of a kind, you and I. Once you have settled in, I think we will be very good friends. Sara smiled, but her heart was not in it. (I do not wish to be a successful Englishwoman. I wish to return home, to my Papa.) (Even when Lavinia is trying to be friendly, I am not certain that I like her.)Yeah, I think we all feel you there, Sara.  They knew little about the details of mining in faraway lands, but fairytales, they understood. Especially with a teller such as Sara among them. Deep underground, beyond the passage with the lamps, there were four doorways, and each led to a different kind of treasure. Copper, silver, gold, and diamond. The first was the room of copper. Copper lanterns hung from the ceiling, and copper pots lined the walls, and over the floor was spread a blanket of copper coins. But the guardian of this room was a dog with copper eyes as big as saucers, and a mouth full of rough-edged copper teeth... Not everyone was quite so caught up in wonder.Gee, I wonder whom that could be?  Well, people have to get them from somewhere. Of course they find diamonds in the earth, but one at a time, surely. Not whole mines filled with diamonds. Do you know what a diamond ring costs, not even a big one? If there were mines full of diamonds, people would be so rich it would be ridiculous. Perhaps Sara will be so rich that she will be ridiculous. She's ridiculous enough already! Lavinia, do you hate her? No, I do not. But I don't believe her.Well, it's a good thing to hear that Lavinia doesn't hate us. That said, if we're currently at indifference, or even mild dislike, I really don't want to know how much of a terror Lavvie could be if she did decide that she hated us. While it's honestly not much of an excuse to ruin everyone's fun, Lavinia does have a point. Mining diamonds isn't really like mining metals or coal; apparently it can take processing hundreds of tons of ore just to find a single gem-quality diamond. Any mining industry is dangerous, difficult, and labor-intensive-- but diamonds seem especially so. It also seems to involve water, a lot of time.  Girls? Gather around, please. I have an announcement to make. We have had some very exciting news regarding a parent of one of our pupils. Starting from today, Sara Crewe will be leading the procession whenever we leave the school grounds. You will look to her as your example. Lavinia could only stare, her mouth agape, her eyes not quite as big as saucers....uh oh.    How... How dare she... Lavinia clenched her fists against the fabric of her dress and forced a tight smile onto her face. She walked up to take her new place in line. Oh. It wasn't my idea... Wasn’t it, though? She said nothing more. I think Lavinia has decided that she hates us.As a reminder, HERE is where the activities you vote on will chronologically take place.  What is it? Is something wrong? Oh, Sara! Do you remember the nest of eggs we saw in the tree a while ago? Oh — did they hatch? Yes, two weeks ago, but... it's dreadful... What's dreadful?Wuh-oh, a wild Lottie! Is anyone else just relieved that Lavinia isn't taking out her newfound rage with us on poor Ermen? Yet, at least?  What? Oh, no! They were too young to fly, they couldn't fly away... I don't know if he got them all, but... Those poor little things... Sara's sorrow was more for Ermengarde's disappointment than for the birds. She had only ever seen them as eggs in a distant nest, never as living creatures, and had expected them to fledge and be gone before her thoughts returned to them. But Ermengarde had spotted the nest from her own window — had clearly returned to that window time and again to watch over them, had imagined for herself the companionship they might have shared as pets. Ermengarde had made the baby birds a part of her life, without disturbing their freedom, and for her it was a true loss. What? It's not Tybalt's fault! He's just a cat. Cats bite sometimes. I didn't — She wiped a hand over her wet face. I didn't say I was angry at Tybalt. People can be sad when bad things happen without having to blame anyone for them. Sometimes it isn’t anyone's fault. So... you won't hurt Tybalt? Because — Because I heard Cook say that if Tybalt got into the kitchen and ate her chicken again she'd have him drowned! So... I thought you might think like that, too. Ermengarde blinked at Lottie, too confused to be upset. She really said she’d drown him? I... I'm sure she was... joking?We've only seen Cook in one scene so far, but I feel pretty safe in saying that she was not.   Cook's not very nice to Becky. Cook’s not very nice to anyone. We don't know that. She might have friends or family elsewhere. She’s probably nice to them. Sara didn't think it was right to condemn a woman she barely knew, even if everything she'd heard from Becky and Mariette was less than flattering. She’s probably nice to Miss Minchin. There, you see, Lottie? Cook wouldn't hurt Tybalt. No one's going to hurt him. Sara hugged Ermengarde close. I'm sorry about your birds. Why don't you both come up to my room for a while? And Sara led her friends away, prepared to pamper them and distract them from their worries, like the perfect hostess.And that's all folks! I hope you enjoyed the update, and that we didn't lose too much interest during the long delays. Now that I'm out of school I have a lot less stress going on in my life, and ADHD willing that means I can stick to regular updates for a while.  Lavinia's events are now closed to us for the rest of the act. I'm not sure if you have to completely finish her events before this point or just reach a certain one, but regardless we did not make the goal. As you may note, we also only have one option for this weekend: Becky. Since the thread (before the big pause at least) was interested in pursuing Jessie, and visiting Becky this weekend would take some of the sympathy we need for her event, I'm still asking you guys to vote between Becky and Skipping. As always, activity votes are also needed; information here. See you guys next time! yamiaainferno fucked around with this message at 13:55 on Sep 4, 2021 |
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