|alorian (alorian) wrote in childofglass,|
@ 2011-03-28 20:02:00
|Entry tags:||arrivals, bellamy, diderot, jack, junon, photostories, pics|
Introductions & Investigations (OMG! A Photostory!)
Bellamy: Spring, my ass. It is freezing out there. Whoever came up the notion that English spring is some sort of magical season was obviously living in Majorca at the time.
Diderot: It's a little-known fact that William Shakespeare actually spent most of his time on a beach in the south of Italy. April is the Cruelest Month was actually written in February on a cocktail napkin in a swim-up margarita bar in Palermo.
Djedefra: (Probably just as well for our nation's youth that this guy isn't a teacher anymore.)
Bellamy: Dad says Kit Marlowe was more fun to hang out with than old Bill. And he'd know. Smells good over there.
Diderot: I'm making beef ragoût for dinner.
Djedefra: (And he's not dropping anything. I need to find a more untidy human.)
Bellamy: That'll take a while, then. Any of those cinnamon rolls left over from breakfast?
Diderot: On the sideboard.
Djedefra: (Because he knows I can't jump up that high and lick off the icing.)
Bellamy: Hey, you know that old stone cottage at the other end of the kirkyard? Behind the church?
Diderot: The old rectory? What about it?
Bellamy: Somebody's living in there.
Diderot: Really? I thought the place was barely habitable! There's no electricity, and the drains are hit or miss.
Diderot: I mean, this place is two centuries old and was pretty run-down when I bought it, and it's the new rectory. I sold the old cottage to the village council three years ago. Thought they were going to make it a park or something.
Bellamy: Well, there's a bunch of packing crates on the front step, and I saw a stranger walking around the kirkyard. Some guy with silver hair. Didn't look like a tourist. I guess it could be another idiot paranormal researcher down from London.
Diderot: Ah, that'll be Amandine and Arouet. She said they'd be coming round for tea.
Bellamy: It's open! Come on in!
Djedefra: (Cinnamon roll crumbs! At least one of 'em is messy!)
???: Hullo! Anyone at home? I'm moving in across the yard, and I was hoping you could tell me where the closest postbox is.
Diderot: Oh, sorry. I thought that was my sister at the door! I'm Aramis Diderot, and this is my housemate, Bellamy. Welcome to Westraven.
Jack: I'm Jack Knight. Nice to meet you.
Bellamy: I wondered who the new guy was. You have a roommate with silver hair?
Jack: No, it's just me and my dog, so...
Diderot: *sigh* I suppose we'll have to brace for the usual brigade of Londoners with EMF meters trampling through the begonias, then.
Bellamy: We have something of a paranormal investigator infestation. You'll probably see your share, everyone seems to think the old church and grounds are haunted.
Djedefra: (Timelords, Djinn, Half-cat Immortal Gatekeepers, and a misplaced French aristocrat from the 18th century, but no ghosts.)
Diderot: It's all part of the village's charm! There's a postbox down the lane and across from the pub on the corner. It's checked more often than the one next to the card shop on the circle.
Jack: Super, thanks!
Bellamy: Funny, though. He didn't seem to be the sort...
Djedefra: (Actually, it's more weird that we don't have ghosts.)
Jack: Thanks for your help! I'll be seeing you around, I expect. Cheers!
Diderot: Well. That answers a few questions.
Bellamy: I don't know. It raises a lot more.
Djedefra: (Yes, like are you going to chop up that steak now, and do I get the scraps?)
I'll get you soon enough, Jack Knight. And I'll take back what belongs to me.
TO BE CONTINUED!
And here, totally spoiling the ending, are two extra shots of our mysterious man:
This photostory would not have been possible without two very dear friends, who not only let us take Jack off their hands a year ago, but swooped in in a pinch to get a body for Junon, the hooded fellow at the end. (I have been through probably the worst dolly ordeal ever over that poor boy's limbs. :p) Thank you so much guys! <3 Between you two and two other benefactors providing Ilium with some pimping new duds, I've found my doll love again! I'm so in love with this boy, I can't even say. he's just so gorgeous. I can't believe he's whole at last!