Who: Marguerite and Percy Blakeney What: Watching the miniseries version of The Scarlet Pimpernel because contrasting and mocking is fun! When: 11 December 2012 Where: Blakeney apartment in the complex Warnings: TDB! But I doubt much Status: Thread | Complete
Marguerite had meant it when she had threatened Percy that she would look them up and find out if they were fictional during her first round of pneumonia if he wouldn't stop hovering. And of course her husband had taken it as a challenge to see if she would. When she had looked them up, Marguerite had not expected there to be so many versions. A book series, two different movie versions, a musical that had four versions and a miniseries that had six episodes. But with the holiday and then tech week followed by the attacks, there had been no time for the two to do any more research on the matter.
When and where Percy had found the mini series, Marguerite didn't know. All she knew was they now had six episodes to watch of their life. Or a version of their life. Within the first two minutes, Marguerite knew it was inaccurate. Her parents hadn't died in 1780, but two years before and well, she and Armand hadn't been present. And if there was validity to what was shown of their parents' death, well, the actress would suddenly feel a lot less guilty in terms of St. Cyr's death. His family still was another issue, but the man himself? Oh no, if he was behind it, then he deserved to die for all Marguerite was concerned. Oh, she was trying to be rational and she did try to see all sides of things when she wasn't lost in her emotions, but she did still hold a grudge. And she was still quite frank when asked a question.
And the woman she thought was meant to be her was... not. Which had confused Marguerite at first given the way the woman and the person who was Armand were interacting. But no. Mimette... she recalled an actress who worked in the theatre with her who had that name. Interesting but still wrong. But instead, she was supposedly a brunette. A very stupid brunette. Or that was Marguerite's opinion on the matter. She understood the going to France bit even if the reasoning didn't seem to be to rescue Armand. Or perhaps to help. It was hard to tell... But getting arrested upon entry? Just... no.
"I think brunette me is a moron. If you were the best known actress in Paris, billed as the greatest actress in Europe, why would you try to walk into Paris with fake papers and no disguise."
Oh sure, there were moments that were extremely similar. Words she could imagine herself saying in the situation but then there were moments that were so vastly different. Like Chauvelin coming to her defense at her trial. That caused the actress to cough on her tea in shock.
"Did he just...." No. That made no sense whatsoever. Chauvelin wanted her dead. She had 'betrayed' him, and his ghost had made no attempts to hide his disdain. But this pitiful man trying to be Chauvelin... no. Just. What? It made no sense. Or Mimette being the one to denounce her all to become more famous and popular, at expense of Armand and herself and....