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[Dec. 14th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
George sat on a chair in the middle of the little salon. Although it seemed to be an empty room, it was packed with spirits.
"Right you lot. Dance lessons in a minute but here's the plan. It's time to get our Primo out and about. He's a good lad and he'll be a help to us."
There was a bit of a groan from a certain bank of spirits and George waggled his finger in their direction.
"Don't give me that. He's shown his colours and they're the same as ours. He seems a shy lad so it's not the party life for him. The objective is to find him a suitable young lady and get him settled in. Right, you lot are to help him along. Hands up who wants to scout the bird... No Padre, your lot is not in on that. Fiametta, you're in charge of that. Where's Michael?"
George waved a handsome young man forward.
"I want you to shadow him. Find out what he likes, if he like girls or boys or what... what music he likes. He's bloody tightlipped and I want someone nearby taking notes."
The spirit nodded, grinning, and stepped away to do George's bidding.
Now I need teams for social stuff. I'll be in on that too as I have no idea what's happened over the last 30 odd years and I reckon Primo's in the same boat. So Padre, you're in charge of the teaching. Off you get. Now we've got that sorted, Gran, what's this galliard thing you want me to try?"
The ipod blared into life with a pavanne. The spirits scattered into sets and George took Isabel's grandmother's hand as she called out the steps. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
You Are a Rook
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You are good at both looking forward to the future and looking back to the past.
You tend to make bold, dramatic moves. You can act quickly and cover a lot of ground.
You are good at taking out opponents in your field of vision that may be a problem later on.
No one ever seems to see you coming, even though you're always right there watching them.
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Take that you nutter :P |
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