I. Bisque & Breadsticks [ Sitting at a back table is an unimpressed blonde with an untouched plate. There's a red lipstick mark on her glass, but it seems that she only took a single sip -- what is the point, exactly, of non-alcoholic wine? Either way, she doesn't look particularly happy to be here.
The Countess has been to plenty of luncheons in her time, and this one is exceedingly average, even if she's not a fan of this restaurant or these people. It's all just an exercise in mundanity, and that's not something she excels at. One of those weird, native housewives tries to get The Countess to chime in on a conversation about duvet covers, and while she smiles (it doesn't reach her eyes) and nods, she doesn't care at all about such trivialities.
She just leans over to the nearest person who also doesn't quite seem to fit in and murmurs to them. ]
Are you bored out of your skull too, or is that just me?
II. Mundanity & Mishaps
[ One good thing came out of that bizarre luncheon: she's finally got a lead on a seamstress who might be able to create the couture that she's so desperately missing. The Countess scurries through the town square, a bolt of expensive-looking magenta silk under one arm. She doesn't seem to be in too much of a rush, though, certainly not enough to stop her from pausing at shop windows and take a look at their wares. ]
The Countess | OTA
[ Sitting at a back table is an unimpressed blonde with an untouched plate. There's a red lipstick mark on her glass, but it seems that she only took a single sip -- what is the point, exactly, of non-alcoholic wine? Either way, she doesn't look particularly happy to be here.
The Countess has been to plenty of luncheons in her time, and this one is exceedingly average, even if she's not a fan of this restaurant or these people. It's all just an exercise in mundanity, and that's not something she excels at. One of those weird, native housewives tries to get The Countess to chime in on a conversation about duvet covers, and while she smiles (it doesn't reach her eyes) and nods, she doesn't care at all about such trivialities.
She just leans over to the nearest person who also doesn't quite seem to fit in and murmurs to them. ]
Are you bored out of your skull too, or is that just me?
II. Mundanity & Mishaps
[ One good thing came out of that bizarre luncheon: she's finally got a lead on a seamstress who might be able to create the couture that she's so desperately missing. The Countess scurries through the town square, a bolt of expensive-looking magenta silk under one arm. She doesn't seem to be in too much of a rush, though, certainly not enough to stop her from pausing at shop windows and take a look at their wares. ]