Re: A Friend in Need & A House, InDEED!

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: : : : Why, Bent - - and Miss Marcia!  Whatever are you two doing standing out here in a snowdrift?  And what was that streak of light that just passed me on the hill - - and the AWFUL crash I heard?  What? No time to explain now?  Yes, yes I can see!  Miss Marcia looks terrible cold and shivery, and there's an icicle hanging off her nose and can I take her over to the House of Hoo Hah to warm up???!!!  Why . . why. . certainly, I can . . . I mean, if there's no other place . . . well, no there doesn't seem to be any place closer, but . . the House . . ! . . . well, dearie me, if that's the only choice I suppose she certainly can warm up THERE.  The place has a reputation for warmth I must say!  (And Bent would know!)

: : : : Huff puff!  All right then, come on, dearie.  I just hope nobody we KNOW sees us going into that . . .. that . . PLACE!

: : : : Miss Gaylee Cooper
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: : : Ohhhhh, *shiver, moan*  thankee kindly, Miss Gaylee.  I don't believe I could walk so far without your arm to lean on.  (Thinks:  Pretty strong for an old Broad, ain't she?)  Are you SURE we should *shiver, chatter, shiver* go INTO this place?  I mean, I KNOW it will probably save my LIFE an' all, but what about my REPUTATION?  Er, an' YOURS, too, of course.  (Thinks:  Probably HELP hers...bein' she leads such a DULL, bookish kinda life over to the library!)  Well, if your SURE it's what Benton thinks best....help me up these icy steps, dear...*shiver, shiver, shiver*...

: : : *they step inside...*

: : : *Whispering in awe...*  MY! So this is the famous House of Hoo-Ha! Don't know that I've ever SEEN so much RED VELVET before...an' lookit all that gold & crystal! *GASP!*  Oh, my, my, my!  Miss Gaylee...what on earth is that woman WEARING??  Or should I say, ALMOST wearing???  Oh, dear!  What have we gotten ourselves INTO?????

: : : (They stand arm in arm, mouths hangin' open like broken trapdoors, swingin' in the breeze, eyes all bugged out and goggley, nose-cicle a-drippin' all over the fancy red carpet...)
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: : Well, hellooooooo Bent baby, come on in sugar, not like you to dawdle on the doorste.......Why, what in tarnation?  Who is that behind you?  Why Miss Gaylee.....and.....no, it can't be! ...... MISS MARCIA!!!  Well, wonders will never cease!  Now don't just stand there dripping ladies.....come in, come in!  Let me just.....

: : ECLAIR!!  Yoooo-hooooo, MAMSELLE ECLAIR!!  Come down here and help me see to our guests.....and bring the Reverend with you......

: : Now then ladies, come into the parlour and seat yourselves near the fire.....I'm sure you know everyone here....Monsieur le Francais Trader with his nose in my cocktail cabinet, and over there admiring the silverware is the Dutch Trader.......and over there is, oh Miss Huggy, how do you like the books in my collection...not too racy for you, I hope!  Ahh, here we are by the fire, dear ladies, perhaps Miss Katie can squidge up a bit on the fainting couch and make room for you both......there you go......thats better isn't it.  Isn't it just amazing how many people were out on a wretched night like this.....its lucky we have plenty of room here for everyone.

: : Now how about a nice cup of tea.....?

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: Ahem.  er . . . ahem.  Seem to have something stuck in my throat.  Excuse me, ladies.  Ahem.  Uh, good evening, Miss Strumpet. .  . er, Miss Yengeese . .  . er, uh MA'AM.  Sorry to have to be running but there is a problem down the hill and I have to see to it.

: Zoooooooooooom!  (door slams. feet heard pounding and skidding frantically down the path.)



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