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Who: Eric, Jacqueline, Josephine
When: A wonderfully grey afternoon
Where: In a food queue
Summary: A singer, a nurse, and an American chat in a queue for rationed goods.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13 due to references to eating pussycat.


Eric was busy embracing his inner British man, waiting patiently in a queue and trying not to grumble about it.

Not for the first time this week, and probably not for the last, Jackie stood in line, wishing that it would hurry. She wasn't running late yet, but if she waited for too long, it would throw her off for the rest of the day.

Josephine, returning from work, decided to try and stop by the butcher to pick up some meat before heading home. She frowned at the long line. "Oh my goodness..."

"Yes, the line is rather long, isn't it?" said Jackie, who was right in front of Josephine. "I really shouldn't complain... it's food, right?"

Eric chuckled. "Everyone has to eat, and everyone has to accept how that food is obtained."



"Well, I really should have come earlier -it's almost impossible to get good meat this late in the day," Josephine said, with a soft sigh. "By the time they get to us, they'll have nothing left but soupbones. But I was working, so.. what can be done?"

Eric chuckled. "There isn't good meat if you come earlier. I've checked."

"Soup bones are great with a pot of beans, or vegtables" said Jackie "Though better meat would be very nice."

"Oh," Josephine said. "Well then, if I didn't miss anything by not being here earlier- I'm just in time." She smiled to the two she was conversing with.

Eric nodded. "It's all the same, at least as far as I can tell. Except when they run out, of course."

Josephine laughed. "Well, at least there's variety, then!"

"I hope that they don't run out." said Jackie

"If they do, it's bread again, I suppose," Eric shrugged.

"Think positive thoughts," Josephine said, and smiled. She offered her hand towards the folks she was speaking to. "I am Josephine Renaud, by the way. Pleased to meet you."

"Eric of No Office of Importance," Eric said, having taken a distinct fondness to that surname, and offered his hand in turn.

"Jacquline Pearson." said Jackie, not offering a hand

Josephine laughed at Eric's title, and shook their hands. "Jacquiline Pearson - that name sounds familar. Where have I heard of you?"

"I'm a singer." she said. "Have you come by to hear me sing?"

"Oh! That's it, I've seen your handbill outside the theater," Josephine said, clasping her hands together. "How exciting! A famous singer, right here in the meat line. I haven't heard your performance yet -but oh, I would like to."

"Famous ?" Jackie smiled "I'd love it if you came to see me."

"When is your next show? I will try to make it," Josephine said.

Eric listened, interested.

"Tomorrow night."

"I'd definitely like to go," Josephine said.

"I'll be singing tomorrow night." smiled Jacquline "Stop by, and I'll buy you a drink."

"Is getting tickets a problem?" Eric inquired.

"It is a bit of a problem, but I can take care of that for you." Jacquline was certain that she could. If she said that the two of them were her guests, they would get in, right? She had only one guest before, so she wasn't one hundered percent certain.

"Well, then, I'd be delighted," Eric nodded.

"I would as well," Josephine said. She looked towards Eric, and smiled. "Perhaps we could go together, so we do not have to sit alone."

Eric nodded. "Very well, then, madamoiselle. When is the next show, and then I will escort you."

"That's wonderful." Jacquline smiled "The next show is tomorrow night. It will be very nice to see you there."

"We can meet up at the theater then. I'm looking foward to it," Josephine said. "What sort of music do you sing?"

"I like to sing jazz, but if someone requests something different, I usually sing it."

"Sounds like it will be a performance to look forward to. If only I could say the same for this line," Eric commented, peering at the end. "What are they doing up there? Did someone forget to remove all the good meat from one of the deliveries?"

"Maybe they're butchering it fresh?" Josephine said.

"I hope not." Jacquline sighed "At this rate, I'd be better off butchering my own cows."

"Maybe one of them decided to chase down a cat to add to the supply," Eric philosophized.

"Oh, poor kitty," Josephine said, feeling a bit worried at that thought.

"I have a cat." said Jacquline

"Better keep it indoors, then," Eric cautioned.

"Fluffy don't have to worry about no one." Jacquline smiled a bit

"Oh I love kitties," Josephine said. "Is she cute?"

"I think she's cute... but most people stay away from her. She's big, and mean."

"Sounds like my last landlord," Eric chuckled.

"Is your new landlord better?" asked Jacquline

"I'd say so," Eric nodded. "I don't hear her yelling at tenants through the walls, at any rate."

"I'm lucky my landlady is nice," Josephine said, and then got a little excited. "Oh, I think the line is moving..."

"Oh, good. We'll be able to eat tonight," Eric commented.

"They must have butchered the cat already, then." said Jacquline

Josepine looked worried. "They wouldn't really..."

Eric smirked. "Wouldn't they?"

Josephine looked pale.

"Cat meat isn't so bad." Jacquiline grinned "I doubt they'd serve it though. It's probably just a really bad cut of beef."

"More than likely," Eric agreed.