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May. 11th, 2023 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slippinHey, uh, how's everyone doing? Hanging in there? [ Jimmy's determination to up his pocket-watch-presentation game has admittedly been hamstrung by the...fact that the train's been plunged into darkness. He sits in one of the now-defunct theater's plush front row seats, a candle (stuffed into the top of an empty liquor bottle) on one of the arm rests beside him. Is he pretending this is a Masterpiece Theater intro? Well, can you blame him? Why do you hate the arts? ]
Thought it might be time to catch you up on my exploits. [ Since some of you seemed unhealthily interested in the ins and outs last time. ] This morning I had a drink—strictly platonic—with one of Firo's crew. Dulcinea, the [ —Jimmy raises his hands to gesture, but winds up just kind of staring at them, the movement morphing into a shrug— ] warrior? A little scary, big fan of the monosyllable.
[ A pause. Unlike the last time, he doesn't have anything concrete to offer, and it's hard to make a case for weird vibes. ] She said some stuff...well, okay. [ He glances at the candle—which, shockingly, hasn't wobbled or gone out—and rubs his face. ] Uh, I got the very distinct impression she thinks Prassenze is dead. Or...we might find her body. [ He doesn't want to consider the possibility of her being not-quite-dead and also a corpse. Or a dream corpse. Whatever. ]
And the way she talked about Firo was—like her life was too good to be true. Like...you know the thing about the road to hell, blah blah blah...actually, scratch that. She said Firo was perfect, you know? She capped everything off by telling me not to show Firo her fiancee's corpse, if I found it, which, yeah, thanks, no kidding, but she also said finding Prassenze alive would upset [ —he adopts an accent that could possibly be construed, by the very generous, as French— ] the Contessa.
What do you think of that, huh? [ And with that, he blows out the candle. ]
Thought it might be time to catch you up on my exploits. [ Since some of you seemed unhealthily interested in the ins and outs last time. ] This morning I had a drink—strictly platonic—with one of Firo's crew. Dulcinea, the [ —Jimmy raises his hands to gesture, but winds up just kind of staring at them, the movement morphing into a shrug— ] warrior? A little scary, big fan of the monosyllable.
[ A pause. Unlike the last time, he doesn't have anything concrete to offer, and it's hard to make a case for weird vibes. ] She said some stuff...well, okay. [ He glances at the candle—which, shockingly, hasn't wobbled or gone out—and rubs his face. ] Uh, I got the very distinct impression she thinks Prassenze is dead. Or...we might find her body. [ He doesn't want to consider the possibility of her being not-quite-dead and also a corpse. Or a dream corpse. Whatever. ]
And the way she talked about Firo was—like her life was too good to be true. Like...you know the thing about the road to hell, blah blah blah...actually, scratch that. She said Firo was perfect, you know? She capped everything off by telling me not to show Firo her fiancee's corpse, if I found it, which, yeah, thanks, no kidding, but she also said finding Prassenze alive would upset [ —he adopts an accent that could possibly be construed, by the very generous, as French— ] the Contessa.
What do you think of that, huh? [ And with that, he blows out the candle. ]