CONSERVATORY & PORCH

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CONSERVATORY & PORCH

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Enter the conservatory, with benches, chairs, and of course it’s share of flora – looking out on the porch just right outside. The doors are open for you to get some fresh air. [/size][/center]

[JEHANNE MARIE D'ARC]

Jehanne held her breath as she crept down the hall. Thanks be to God I got through the front room. Her fingers shook as she crossed herself. Why had my Saints sent me here? They had come to her early this morning, waking her up as she slept in the old building. Go to the New Years Eve Party they had said, speaking as one as they sometimes did. Why, she had asked, flinching. Would they be angry with me for daring to ask them that? They had not answered her, but they had not rebuked her either. She crossed herself again. Thank You, Lord, for Your mercy.


Her eyes grew wide as she gazed into the rooms that lined the hall. So many grand things! Fine leather furniture, gilt covered light fixtures, and things Jehanne could not even name filled the rooms. What would Père Mathieu say to all of this? Doubtless he would say that it is a fine example of the vanity and sinfulness of riches. She tore her gaze away from an enormous mirror that set in one of the rooms. Perhaps this is why my Saints have brought me here, to show me the wickedness of this life. Jehanne continued to walk, chewing on her lip. Papa would be angry with me for being here. He would say that I was being prideful again. Doubtless he would whip me for it . Yet my Saints bid me to come here, so it must be alright.


She ducked into another room, staring, her mouth hanging open. The entire room was made of glass, save for the floor. Outside, the wind blew gently through the gardens, rippling the silver frost that covered the ground. Oh, how lovely! Jehanne started toward the door, shivering at the chill wind which blew in through the open door. Mayhap I should stay within. Approaching the chairs and couch, Jehanne curled up on the couch, tucking her feet up beside her.


She ran a hand through her hair. After her Saints had departed, Jehanne had tried to make herself presentable. She had even snuck into one of the churches she knew had a shower, though there was little she could do about her clothes. I do not wish to impose upon Thomas. So she had simply bathed and braided her hair. Mama would be mortified if she could see how dreadful I look. Still there is little I can do for it. She gazed around the room, twisting her fingers together. Mayhap my Voices will come soon and tell me why I am here.

[MEDEA KEKELIDZE]

Mirror in the sky,
what is love?
Can the child within my heart
rise above?

It had been some time since Medea had gone out. A recent bout of depression had sent her diving deep below the pillows of her sofa and deep into her movie collection. Her ice-cream-pint budget had recently seen an increase. She had not been doing much of anything, not her old morning walks, not her occasional visit with friends, just keeping to herself. Those friends of hers had noticed, of course.

They had been the ones to convince - or maybe simply force - Medea to attend the New Year's Eve party she had been invited to. She had been tempted to wear all black, so wrapped up was she in her sorrow. She missed her sons dearly; she even missed Jason, her bastard husband… ex-husband… on very rare occasions. But this would be a lively party, she had been told, so she had picked out a cream-colored dress only tinged with black, with a black coat - checked at the front door - and a pair of earrings she had brought with her from home. Home….

She had entered through one door and left through another. In between those doors, she had found some refreshments, meaning of course that she had taken a drink or two. Her high heels were beginning to feel a bit higher, but otherwise she felt hardly affected by the wine. She had thought perhaps the drinks would loosen her up a bit, allow her to talk to others more easily.

They had only made her less social. After her second glass, she had simply found her way out of the noise and merrymaking and headed somewhere that looked quiet. There did not seem to be anyone else around, and all there was to distract her here was the quiet, cold breeze and the smell of plants.

She would only stay here for a few moments, long enough to catch her breath, and then she would be a good little socialite-in-exile and go back to the main party, she thought. Taking a seat on a nearby chair, she jumped up in surprise when the chair did not turn out to be as soft as it had looked. Blinking, Medea took a closer look and discovered she had just sat on a young woman curled up on the couch. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized profusely, her words slurring just a bit.

[MEDEA KEKELIDZE]

She had wanted quiet, but she had not wanted to be alone. Aside from almost squashing someone on the couch, she was unable to find anyone to talk to, and though the conservatory was beautiful, she found its silence unsettling compared to the liveliness on the rest of the property. She wandered out to the porch, and looked up at the stars for a while, pulling her coat a little closer.

She was sobering up, if only a bit. Perhaps it would be best to return to the party now. She turned around and headed back the way she came, and was promptly lost. Wandering around, she listened for voices to help redirect her to where she should be, all the while being careful not to trip over her own heels.


-Moving to the Game Room.