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[untiltheyarent]

[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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[thorndergod]

He's normally early to rise, but today he's dragging. There's nothing to do. The Gallows are closed off to him, something about a quarantine despite the one elf telling him he was a welcome guest, and he's bristly and bored and feeling fairly sorry for himself by the time he gets to the kitchens. Thor peers in, scratching his bare chest as he'd only bothered with pants so far.

"Do you cook? I would like something with which to break my fast." These lands are cold, they're grey, they're backward, and he has absolutely no task to set his hands and mind to.

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi looks up and immediately away at the sight of the man's bare chest, not out of any particular modesty, but because it's too damn early for men to be undressed in her vicinity. She continues to scrub the stone counter for another moment or so, but pauses to answer.
"I can, though perhaps you would prefer I fetch the cook?" she replies, straightening a bit and brushing her hair out of her eyes, sleepily meeting his.

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[deserteur]

She can't be working all the time, and some time when she isn't working, and is out somewhere that wouldn't require breaking and entering, Théo drops down to sit beside her with minimal warning. If they are not fully friends, so much as two people who were repeatedly in the same wrong places at the same wrong times, Fifi is still the most familiar face in this damned city, and that's worth half an apple.

—which is to say, he cuts an apple in half and offers her one side.

"The apples were better in Orlais," he says. "I found a worm in one yesterday—I think it was possessed, the worm. Or perhaps a blood mage in disguise." If this weren't already a patently ridiculous statement, his smile and the careless way he crunches into the half he's keeping would hopefully clear up any concern. Before his mouthful of apple is chewed up to the point of being rude, he adds around it, "Chew carefully."

o hi

[untiltheyarent]

She's actually taking a break, just sitting on a stack of crates by the kitchen door and watching the sun set, chin resting on her skinny palms. When Théo arrives, he receives a small, tired smirk of greeting, and Fifi angles her head toward him.

"Well they're magical in Orlais," she replies, "or.... not... possessable, anyway. Life-giving. You know how they say." She gladly takes the side and bites into it, chewing thoughtfully. "If there is a worm, I shall make it sorry it chose this apple."

[crystal] this is pretty backdated, sry

[arlathvhen]

Fifi, I have an...unusual request for you.

[ Uh oh. ]

I was, ah. Investigating the Asgard household during the party, but was unfortunately compromised in the middle of it. I'm fine, but I had to hide some of the evidence I'd collected. I'm hoping you'll be able to acquire it for me.

[untiltheyarent]

Messere?

[Ah, there it is.]

What sort of evidence?

action; some time between the poor decision to start sleeping over and tevinter

[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie is soaking off the sweat of the previous evening's (and morning's) exertions happily, her hair piled on top of her head and her eyes half-closed in the persistent heat of the water. Magic is ever so civilized. She is extending one pale leg up from the water to wiggle her toes for her own idle amusement when someone quietly comes in, their hands full of folded linens.

"Just put those—" she begins in Tevene, cutting off when she registers the servant as someone more specific than just 'an elf', her jaw dropping and then turning quickly into a wide grin, switching into bright excited Orlesian as she quickly returns her leg to the water with a small splash and folds her elbows over the edge of the tub closest Fifi to rest her chin on them.

"The Vixen of Val Royeaux!" she exclaims delightedly, "However did you end up here?"

[untiltheyarent]

It's never a good thing when one is really noticed in this house, usually because it means more work, but also on the off-chance that someone has caught wise to certain things.
This is the latter case, though the certain things in question are not anything Fifi expected to hear about ever again, and it's for this reason that she nearly drops the towels in surprise.

At first only opening her mouth soundlessly, her shock becomes a shaky smile-- La Vulpesse, a name she hasn't heard in years. But it was her. "My life has taken many turns, Mademoiselle," Fifi replies with a curtsy, keeping her eyes lowered.

crystals;

[wythersake]

Mlle. Mariette,

[ how old is she, he can never tell with elves. is she married. whatever. ]

I trust you weren't caught in that bit of trouble at the Gallows.

[ of course she wasn't. because for some reason, the inquisition is continuing to furnish a live-in maid with a crystal. a live-in maid to its supposed allies — who haven't, that he's seen, been particularly helpful. ]

Re: crystals;

[untiltheyarent]

[formerly so, but she's not about to correct him.]

Bit of trouble? With the spirits? [The voice is familiar, but she's struggling to place it.]

crystal.

[cozen]

Fifi—

[ out of nowhere, in the evening ]

—I need to hear music.

[untiltheyarent]

What sort of music?

[Does she want her to sing to him, or is he asking for dance hall recommendations?]

at some point in time when not everyone's dying on a mission

[wythersake]

Is Isaac supposed to be in this office?

Probably not. Don't worry about it — and anyway, it's not as though he's in it (head and arm poked around the door like a lazy cat), or at least not in it alone.

"Mlle. Mariette," Better not to notice a lady's age. "I've had the most fascinating news."

[untiltheyarent]

Currently in the process of setting out Thranduil's favorite decanter, Fifi straightens with a bit of a start when she's addressed directly.

She doesn't know what to make of Isaac-- someone who hasn't openly addressed her in over a year-- suddenly wanting her attention, but there's certainly no reason to be rude.

"What's that?" she asks, an uncertain smile twitching onto the corner of her mouth.

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[noonrodeon]

Noon is perfectly aware of how large he is, so he makes sure to make a little more noise than he usually would when he spots the maid he's looking for.

"Mornin', Miss," he says, tongue never taking much liking to Orlesian titles. He's carrying an old book as if it were made of glass. "Boss found somethin' on the Fen'Harel fellow you were asking about."

oh no I'm so late sorry sorry

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi turns when addressed, and though she recognizes the enormous fellow, she's a bit surprised to see him approaching her-- until he opens his mouth, and she connects his voice to the one on the crystal.

"Oh! Good." She smiles gently up at him.

Crystal, a day or so post-dream

[hassaran]

Madame Mariette. I'd like your assistance gathering some information.

[untiltheyarent]

What can I do for you, Madame?

[highborn]

Vanadi is headed for the kitchen today for -- well, he hasn't decided yet. For whatever is available to work with, probably. That's what brings him to a distracted pause in the doorway, startled for no good reason to find himself not quite alone in there. It's ... well, he doesn't know her name, actually. He's seen her about, and that's the extent of what he can say.

A bit embarrassing, if he stops and considers it.

He clears his throat to announce himself, and finishes his entrance with a faint smile.

"Ah, good morning." Afternoon, really. He always did sleep late. "I'm not in your way if I work over in a corner, am I?"

[untiltheyarent]

Preparing the morning's tea and coffee for the division heads, Fifi is setting cups on a tray as a nearby puppy (a HUGE puppy, but a puppy nonetheless) gnaws on a beef bone nearby. The woman is in the midst of smiling and shaking her head when the puppy rises and bounds over to Vanadi, which causes Fifi to set the tray down hard and scurry over to catch her before she can jump up.

"Not at all," she says in a straining voice as she hauls the dog back by her collar, "and we shall try not to be in yours."

crystal.

[cozen]

[ In Orlesian, indefinitely: ] Are you still in touch with anyone in Val Royeaux, Fifi?

[untiltheyarent]

[forever Orlesian]

I wrote to my girls, some time back, with some assistance. But I haven't received an answer.

[A pause, then, wistfully:]

Only Sandrine could read and write, but my hope is she left that place as soon as she could.

crystal. vaguely backdated? idk.

[cozen]

[ Orlesian. Obviously. ]

Fifi, my gazelle. Can I bother you to visit me in Lowtown sometime this week? I have some friends who want to meet you.

[untiltheyarent]

[Orlesian forever]

Oh?

Of course you can-- but what sort of friends?

crystals;

[wythersake]

Mlle. Mariette,

[ a few years past that particular address, but whatever ]

How has the leg been treating you?

[untiltheyarent]

Oh--

[she is, quite frankly, not all that used to receiving crystal correspondence from anyone but a select few.]

--paining me some, but on its way to healing. Thank you for asking.

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[cozen]

[ Approaching while she's busy with some maid-y thing or another in an otherwise deserted room, Bastien says brightly: ]

You are a treacherous snake.

[untiltheyarent]

[She looks up over her shoulder with a cheeky smile, acknowledging his presence without stopping her work.]

Why is that, messere?