First Psalm [Video/Action]

[psalmed]

[The feed opens to the lower half of a very confused face. A collarbone, decorated with the beads of a rosary around her neck, is what is mostly in focus. It takes a few moments for the view to shift from chest to the rest of a woman's puzzled face, which soon has a very cordial smile on it.]

To anyone who might me listening, I beg your forgiveness for this intrusion. My name is Lia de Beaumont and I am a Knight of France and a Lady to Her Majesty. It seems I have wandered from my path and I do not know which way I might again find civilization. This place is so very like Versailles and yet...it is not, is it?

[Her voice is soft, questioning, and she lowers her head and shuts her eyes for a moment. Unfortunately a moment is all it takes as a wave crashes in and takes her out at the knees. It wouldn't have done much, but as the feed soon reveals after it is done flying through the air and landing on the sand, Lia is wearing an impractically giant dress. The wet fabric clings to her legs and she drops, easily dragged into the water with a slight yell. It's a matter of a full minute before she claws her way out of the surf, breathing hard.]

The help would be...most appreciated.

[And then the feed ends, because what is a lady without thanking someone after putting on such a display? If anyone is to come across her, she will be sitting on the beach in a chair, wringing water out of her skirts and trying to get the sand off.]

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[digophelia]

[With wide green eyes, Alice looks thoroughly impressed with her dress. It's lovely. As a matter of fact, she's very lovely herself. A lady knight? Alice may be English, but she's very sure that the French don't have lady knights, at least not nowadays.]

Oh, no...! Ah-

[Some slight panic here. Alice has the urge to sprint out and go find her.]

I'm coming!

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[psalmed]

I am quite well, mademoiselle. Only a bit damp and my pride a bit wounded.

[She smiles again, because truly a girl and one so concerned is quite a reassuring find in this place.]

Do not trouble yourself if I am out of your way.

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[digophelia]

No, I don't mind! It is winter, after all. You shouldn't be out there, your petticoats will freeze you.

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[psalmed]

I can remove a petticoat easily enough.

[She has a conspirator's smile as she lifts the skirts enough to show cased metal. A set of panniers that at least keeps most of the skirt off stockinged legs.]

Shall I wait here?

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[digophelia]

[Well, that's ten shades of awkward, even to get Alice a little flustered.]

Yes, that's fine. I... I will be there quick as possible!

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[psalmed]

[Lia nearly snorts at the reaction. Not a little Court girl then, to be flustered by ankles and the bottom of hoops. But she shakes her head.]

You have my apologies for scandalizing you. I meant to make a joke.

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[digophelia]

[Well, hey, she's at least bolder than Alice.]

It's quite alright. I much rather have you not freeze.

[not_apriest]

This is not Versailles, but I serve France as well. I will be there soon.

[psalmed]

I do not believe I have made your aquaintance. Do forgive me if I have.

[not_apriest]

My name is Aramis, of the King's Musketeers.

[He's heading down the stairs to the front door.]

[psalmed]

Aramis. Of...my King?

[Give her a second. She is trying to puzzle out what a musketeer would be doing charging for her. But she'll accept the help.]

I have not the slightest idea how I came to be in this place from Versailles.

[not_apriest]

When I was taken, I served King Louis the Thirteenth. Who is your Majesty? What year are you from?

[He heads for the beach.]

[psalmed]

Louis the Fifteenth. King of France and Navarre, who is in God's grace.

[And all that rattled off without so much as a thought.]

It is 1740, monsieur.

[justguidelines]

[Not that he was, of course, going to leave the warm(er) confines of the mansion to play hero for much of anyone (no one is surprised), but the accent and the clothes seal the deal. French, with a heaping of useless dress that pegs her right smack-dab from his own time.

Precious.]

Well, we're not in France, that be one thing that's true enough. Smells better, and while the folk are rude enough to be French, they be softer than even you lot.

[Hector Barbossa, gentleman pirate, everyone.]

[psalmed]

[Lia stares for a long, very confused moment. But the comment, the sheer amount of insult piled on to injury, startles a laugh out of her. It's very amused, probably inappropriate, and Lia covers her mouth until she regains control.]

I am certain I have smelled better than salt and fish and dirt, but I am not representative of my country on that front. I would argue one harbor smells much the same as another to me. Not that it has become habit to smell anything.

[justguidelines]

Well, can't say that be all that surprising either, can we.

[Congrats, Lia, you caught him in a good mood.]

Count your lucky stars, then, that you landed closer to shore than the beastie that infests those waters, because as I hear tell it's nary as discerning about what it eats than some.

[psalmed]

If God is merciful, I feel I would drown from the weight of my dress before anything ate me.

[When the best you can hope for is that your corpse get eaten instead of your living body...]

What kind of beast is it? Monsieur...?

[justguidelines]

Captain.

[A pause. He's not really the one that's hung up on that, but...Well, first things first.]

And I daresay you can hope to get eaten first, as there be no God, heathen, Christian, or otherwise here. As for the manner of it, your guess be as good as any other. That be a detail all but forgotten, I'm thinking.

[psalmed]

I was asking for your name, not your title, Captain.

[But okay, taking what she can get. Her fingers go to the rosary around her neck out of instinct and she doesn't even realize she is rolling a bead between her fingers.]

Such a terrible thought. I...I assume I might not find a priest, then?

[He seems like totally the person to ask.]

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[seekinghome]

You're the second French woman to find the ocean first.

::Ed's initial and completely unhelpful reaction.::

I'll, uh, bring you a coat so you don't freeze to death before you make it inside where you can change clothes.

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[psalmed]

Am I?

[Perfect. Just perfect. She heaves a sigh and gives her skirt a viscous shaking out.]

I appreciate the offer, monsieur. Is it a far enough walk?

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[seekinghome]

It's maybe twenty minutes. Maybe a bit more or less, depending on how fast or slow someone is.

::Or how prone to distraction they are, or if they're busy running for their lives from something. Anyway, Ed gets a coat from a random closet and starts heading out.::

You might want to start walking towards the mansion so there's less distance to go when I meet you. Also to give yourself something better to do than either stare at the ocean or the snow covering everything else.

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[psalmed]

But the ocean and snow are so lovely.

[Also she's a little afraid of trodding forward as an icecicle. But she makes the attempt, standing and floofing out her skirt.]

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[seekinghome]

They're also really cold due to it being February.

::Soon enough, Ed actually physically appears with the coat.::

This place needs to not dump people in the ocean for their appearance during the winter. It's not a problem during the summer but right now...

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[psalmed]

I would be a danger even in summer, I am afraid. It is difficult to swim in this many skirts.

[She accepts the coat, slinging it about her shoulders.]

I did not quite catch your name.