Marietta Edgecombe is not a sneak. (_sneak) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-30 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, marietta edgecombe, mario bozo, rita skeeter |
Who: Marietta Edgecombe, NPC Tagoga Yauwii Dobunaba, and open to restaurant patrons! TAG YOUR CHARACTERS IN! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!
What: Marietta and Tagoga go to a fancy restaurant. Marietta realizes that she's Tagoga's "wife."
Where: Some fancy Wizarding restaurant in London, The Bella Luna
When: Friday evening, September 30
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Complete Narrative, but open to reactions of those who witnessed this scene!
"[Slaughter one hundred pigs.]"
Marietta stared from across the pristine tablecloth, her mouth falling open at Khakhua Tagoga Yauwii Dobunaba's request.
"What will the Ambassador be having this evening?" asked the waiter, who sensed some alarm in Marietta's stiffening posture.
"[Pardon me, Ambassador, but that isn't on the menu,]" Marietta politely explained. She willed a smile onto her face. "[You may only select from the options I read to you earlier. Why not try the prosciutto-wrapped pork loin with roasted apples?]"
"[No! I demand one hundred pigs slaughtered and brought before us!]" Tagoga declared, lifting his arms in the air as if summoning the parade of dead flesh. When Marietta attempted to interject once more, Tagoga reached across the table and clamped a hand over her mouth. "[Quiet, Mary Etta Assistant. Bossy English woman, don't make me cut out your tongue.]" With satisfaction, Tagoga felt Marietta clench her jaw. The pale skin beneath his hands warmed as blood rushed to Marietta's face in indignation, fury, and embarrassment.
A night without Percy Weasley seemed to Tagoga the perfect time to push the limits with this prim and proper English woman who wore a blank mask of reserve and thought no one noticed the smirks and glares she made behind their backs. She was wound as tight as Percy. He wanted to witness the glorious moment when she snapped, or better yet, came undone.
Surprised, the waiter stumbled back and muttered an apologetic, "I'll give you two a few more minute to decide," before disappearing.
"[I will handle this, Mary Etta, my assistant!]" Tagoga declared, playing on the ambiguity of the term in Tok Pisin, which could also mean wife. Pushing back from the table, Tagoga's chair scraped loudly on the floor. "[We will have our pigs, all one hundred of them.]" A disonant whirl of primary colors and feathers against the sterile backdrop of the restaurant and its tastefully dressed clientele, Tagoga grabbed his staff and spun around. He overturned his chair and the shells and beads in his necklace jangled as he walked.
Alarmed, Marietta threw her napkin down on the table and went after Tagoga, her small heels clacking on the floor, adding to the disruption. "[Ambassador Tagoga, please, this isn't necessary. I implore you to sit back down--]"
Tagoga ignored Marietta as he weaved around the tables. He hoisted his staff in the air, hitting the chandeliers above him. Plunk! Broken crystal rained down upon those at the tables, some falling in wine glasses with enough force to upset them, spilling dark red wine into laps. Otherwise the crystals fell into the steaming dishes below. When he reached the doors to the kitchen, Tagoga used his staff to knock on them to gain the attention of the cooks.
"[Ambassador! Stop!]" Marietta cried, trying to pull Tagoga back to the table. All eyes in the restaurant were on them, it seemed.
"[Assistant, go sit back down. We need roast pigs to celebrate.]"
"[Celebrate? Celebrate what?]" At this point, Marietta was hissing.
"[From today on, you are my assistant, Mary Etta.]" Tagoga placed a hand on Marietta's shoulder while he looked her right in the eyes. "[I paid for you, bought you from Weasel. Now, we feast before we return to Weasel's home.]"
A look of absolute horror crossed Marietta's face. Suddenly it made sense... the clam shells that Tagoga filled Percy's office... they were her bride price.
Flustered beyond thought, Marietta stammered. "I... you think I'm your wife?" The patrons at the nearest table recoiled, hearing Marietta speak. She clamped her hands over her mouth; she had switched back to English in her frustration and disbelief.
"[Mary Etta Assistant, go sit down.]"
Defeated, Marietta walked back to the table she had shared moments ago with Tagoga. She sat down and promptly buried her head on the table. Not caring if anyone watched, she reached for her wine glass and Tagoga's, downing them as she heard Tagoga's voice ring out from the kitchens: "[Where are your pigs? I demand one hundred for slaughter! For my assistant!]"