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Date: April 21st, 2003
Status: Public (Aphrodite)
Setting: The Manor (Outside and In)
Summary: This looks like a good place to stay for the night... do they have a phone?
'Dite cursed and smacked the steering wheel of her little rental coup, miraculously not chipping a nail in the process. The little white dove sitting on her shoulder screeched in surprise and decided that perhaps it would be better to ride shotgun, abandoning the temperamental woman to sit on its cage next to her. 'Dite ignored it and started to plead with the vehicle to keep going. She was pretty sure the engine wasn't supposed to be making that odd popping noise, and smoke was never a good sign. Finally, with a mighty 'clunk' the car stopped its slow forward crawl, steamed profusely, then died. Aphrodite's forehead hit the top of the steering wheel with a dull thud.
"Why now? Why me?" she grumbled, throwing the door open and stepping out of the red vehicle, her heels clicking on the pavement. She bent over below the dash and fiddled with a lever to pop the hood. Moving to the front of the car, she flung the hood upward and stared blankly down at the engine as if that would help her determine what was wrong. She hadn't the foggiest, though. With a groan, she ran her manicured fingers through thick blond tresses. Mechanics were never her strong point.
Frustrated further at her own inability to understand what made the car do what the car was supposed to do, she whistled for her pet and glanced around to get her bearings. There was bound to be somewhere nearby that had a working phone. She had long since lost her cell phone when, during a fit of temper at her lover, she threw it into a lake in the middle of an argument. She had realized in retrospect that it would have been just as effective to merely hang up on Ares as he could not actually see her throw the phone. Hind-sight was always fifty-fifty.
No far away sat a building with some promise. Large, hotel-ish, lots of windows equaling lots of rooms... if there wasn't a phone in that building she would eat her lipstick. With a brief word to Bird to watch the car (not like it was going anywhere but it was the principle that mattered) 'Dite trudged through the gate and down the lane to the front door. Poking her head in, she glanced around at the lobby.
"Hullo?" she called, stepping fully in and moving toward the reception desk.
Status: Public (Aphrodite)
Setting: The Manor (Outside and In)
Summary: This looks like a good place to stay for the night... do they have a phone?
'Dite cursed and smacked the steering wheel of her little rental coup, miraculously not chipping a nail in the process. The little white dove sitting on her shoulder screeched in surprise and decided that perhaps it would be better to ride shotgun, abandoning the temperamental woman to sit on its cage next to her. 'Dite ignored it and started to plead with the vehicle to keep going. She was pretty sure the engine wasn't supposed to be making that odd popping noise, and smoke was never a good sign. Finally, with a mighty 'clunk' the car stopped its slow forward crawl, steamed profusely, then died. Aphrodite's forehead hit the top of the steering wheel with a dull thud.
"Why now? Why me?" she grumbled, throwing the door open and stepping out of the red vehicle, her heels clicking on the pavement. She bent over below the dash and fiddled with a lever to pop the hood. Moving to the front of the car, she flung the hood upward and stared blankly down at the engine as if that would help her determine what was wrong. She hadn't the foggiest, though. With a groan, she ran her manicured fingers through thick blond tresses. Mechanics were never her strong point.
Frustrated further at her own inability to understand what made the car do what the car was supposed to do, she whistled for her pet and glanced around to get her bearings. There was bound to be somewhere nearby that had a working phone. She had long since lost her cell phone when, during a fit of temper at her lover, she threw it into a lake in the middle of an argument. She had realized in retrospect that it would have been just as effective to merely hang up on Ares as he could not actually see her throw the phone. Hind-sight was always fifty-fifty.
No far away sat a building with some promise. Large, hotel-ish, lots of windows equaling lots of rooms... if there wasn't a phone in that building she would eat her lipstick. With a brief word to Bird to watch the car (not like it was going anywhere but it was the principle that mattered) 'Dite trudged through the gate and down the lane to the front door. Poking her head in, she glanced around at the lobby.
"Hullo?" she called, stepping fully in and moving toward the reception desk.
Re: With Ricky's permission.
As they reached the ground floor, 'Dite glanced around to get her bearings. "I think perhaps the restaurant first would be nice. I haven't eaten since breakfast."
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"I know a few. There's this rather nice fellow named Gabriel, and a somewhat timid young man - Aziraphale, talk about strange names! - and a pompous loudmouth called Michael who keeps insulting people left and right. There are others... and the girl who cleans and does desk duty. Rose. You've met her."
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They took their seats and 'Dite flipped open the menu to browse the fair. "Anything you would suggest?" she asked him. "Does this place have a specialty?" She gazed around the restaurant to see if they had a 'specials' board up anywhere. She liked trying the specials, kept life interesting.
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Duncan browsed the menu, too. He had been eating in the village more often than here since he had arrived, except for helping to get rid of the easter party leftovers.
"I usually go with pasta," he declared. "But I'm told anything the cook makes turns out well. I've not been here that long myself, I must admit."
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"So tell me, Mr. Duncan, what brings you to Tadfield?" She steepled her fingers under her chin and cocked her head charmingly to one side.
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"As for me - I'm a historian. I study places that have a past. This one used to be consecrated to someting... I'm studying it. But I'm sure you're not interested in those details. What about you?"
He returned her smile with one of his own. "I gathered you didn't plan on stopping here, but what brought you to the area?"
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he, too, placed his order and waited for the waiter to retreat. Then he leaned forward slightly. "'It all' sounds pretty big," he observed.
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He gave her a smile that alone should have sufficed to double that time.
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"So tell me about this pub we are going to later," she continued, changing the topic yet again. "Who is this friend of yours?"
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He sent the waiter for a bottle of wine and tried his food. "Delicious as always," he determined.
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He grinned. "I've gotten used to it since then, though. So tell me - are you also the wanderer in your family, always on the road, or is this like a one-time trip?"
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She studied his face for what was almost an awkwardly long time. His comment regarding seeing the ocean late in his life had caught her ear. "Forgive my nosiness, but you don't look old enough to have a 'late in life.'"
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He smiled at her again.
"Have you ever been away from Europe? There are lots and lots of wonderful places around in this world."
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He finished this meal and put aside the fork. "Delicious as always," he declared.
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"And luckily I have no pressing need to go elsewhere." As a matter of fact, he could've very well sat here for another few hours just looking at her.
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The meal paid, 'Dite stood from her seat, gathering her purse after her. "Whatever part of the grounds you think good to start at is fine with me. I'm rather partial to gardens, personally."
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