243 - [Video] Backdated to the Beginning of the Flood

[impure_tale]

[Someone appears to have gotten the hang of this device quickly, despite never having seen the like before. He's...oddly familiar. It's the eyes, the arch of his brow, the lips. ...And then of course there's all the stuff in the background, including a familiar dog, the fireplace, bookcases...

The Marquis is either looking VERY good for seventy-eight, better than normal, or...]

Such a wonder, this pretty little thing. I see the entries, and I see they are in my diction, with my name on them -- but the man in the pictures -- he's so very old. I cannot deny his resemblance to some of my kin. A little of my father. So much of my mother.

[He purses his cherub lips in a mixture of bemusement and frustration.]

Curious. Very curious. So tell me, lovelies. What manner of people does this secret kinsman of mine interact with, day by day? Is he a libertine such as I? Come now, don't be shy.

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[rhapsody_in]

If so, he's a libertine whom I haven't the pleasure of meeting. Something he has in common with you.

[impure_tale]

Then he's a poor fool, indeed, and I cannot see how I can age into such a person.

[rhapsody_in]

Wise of you. There's no sense in letting time slip away.

[impure_tale]

Much agreed, and what might I call the vision I see before me?

[rhapsody_in]

["Bleu" is either too abstract or too modern, depending on perspective, so she falls back on this body's assigned name and manages an indigo blush.] My name is Juliette, monsieur.

[impure_tale]

[He's never met a blue lady before. He wonders if it is a trick of the screen.] A lovely name for a lovely lady. [He bows slightly at the camera] And for honoring me with your given name, I happily offer you mine. I am Donatien.

[rhapsody_in]

Enchanté, Donatien. [She inclines her head demurely in what may look like a bow except for her quirked lips.] I thank you for the compliment, although it seems too much for me to accept.

[impure_tale]

If men do not fall at your feet in worship then you are too much for them and undeserving to boot.

[rhapsody_in]

[Astute. Bleu chuckles, the sound soft and melodic.] How kind of you to say to.

[impure_tale]

Sensible, more like. How could I not?

[rhapsody_in]

By keeping your mouth shut. [She smirks, leaning in toward the camera and intentionally leaning forward in a way that will properly display her cleavage.] Donatien; an elegant name. And who are you, Donatien?

[impure_tale]

A terrible rake whose misadventures of le boudoir titillate many a noble and monarch -- but also something of a hopeless romantic and a lover of the theater.

I also like dogs.

[rhapsody_in]

At the same time as your women?

[impure_tale]

Oh hardly. That's what valets are for.

[rhapsody_in]

Is it?

[impure_tale]

[Smirk] So I've found.

[rhapsody_in]

You must go through a multitude of servants. [Whatever he thinks she means by that, he's right.]

[impure_tale]

I prefer to think they go through me.

[rhapsody_in]

You're a rite of passage in your own right?

[impure_tale]

That's putting it quite fancifully.

[rhapsody_in]

How would you put it?

[impure_tale]

Well now I wonder if I should say.

I've seen the inside of many a cell for my wicked tongue. This could be entrapment.

[rhapsody_in]

For only your tongue? [Her eyes sparkle; she likes his turns of phrase, but it's in her nature to tease as much as she can.] You seem to have few reservations about imprisonment, as well as assuming the key to my cell can be easily procured.

[impure_tale]

Mademoiselle, I would never cast such aspersions upon your character unless expressly asked.

[rhapsody_in]

Aspersions or assumptions? I take offense to neither.