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Scandalous!
by: Koneko
divinepheonix@hotmail.com
Genre: A Regency Romance -- Humor?
Season: Alternate Universe
Rated: PG-13
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Mina had been sipping tea in the parlor and wondering what the
heck she had gotten herself into when the scream resounded through the
house. Worried, she jumped out of her seat and walked quickly to the
room her guest was staying in. Disregarding the fact that she was
acting in a very unladylike manor, she managed to get to the guest
bedroom and opened the door a bit.
The girl was currently in a stage of fright, staring at her
surroundings like a mouse looking at a cat. She was still wearing her
clothes from the night before, as the servant had had problems trying
to take them off, and the sight of such a disheveled young lady looked
rather comical under the light of such impressive décor. She struggled
not to laugh.
Mina walked in slowly, her day dress swishing at the ground
around her, "Hello. How are you feeling?"
The woman turned wide eyes onto her and opened her mouth to
scream again before her caretaker managed to stop the madness.
"Please, don't do that. I'll be getting a headache if it
continues. Besides, my brother might be coming home any minute, and we
don't want him being worried or knowing about you yet."
Serena was sweltering. For some odd reason, she was still
wearing her jacket, jeans, and sneakers, and the force of all the
clothing underneath a large down bed cover was just becoming too much.
Then, there was the strangely endearing woman standing in front of her
with a mixture of amusement and fear on her face, and the whole still
being in the dream was kind of making her a little crazy. Pulling in
some deep breaths, she managed to form a few words.
"Your… brother?"
"Ah, she speaks, and what an endearing accent you have. Where
are you from? Oh, don't worry about answering that. You're probably
wondering why you're here."
Serena nodded.
"Well, you see, I've often been chastised by my family for
being very curious about everything, and when I saw you on the road
last night, I just couldn't help myself. I needed to find out exactly
who you are and what a person who is obviously of the higher class was
doing lying on a street. Do you have any family here?"
Serena shook her head.
"Any friends? Some type of chaperone who is watching you?"
Serena shook her head.
The woman in front of her frowned, "You don't have amnesia, do
you?"
The heat was becoming almost unbearable now, and Serena had
about enough. She tried to smile at the obviously well meaning woman,
before opening her mouth to speak.
"Listen, I don't know who you are or what is so intriguing
about me, but I'm sweltering here, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to
get changed."
The lady very quickly left.
Serena refrained from thinking. Carefully, she removed her
sneakers and gritted her teeth when she tried to pull off her socks.
The wouldn't budge. She looked over her feet and sighed, the blood had
caked them on. Making a face, she opened her luggage and attempted to
find something to wear.
Nothing from the twenty-first century would suit the Regency
period, she concluded, but she might as well try. She grabbed a long
skirt and flinched at the slit, but put it on anyway. Donning a shirt,
she moved over to the bureau and sat down in a flourish.
Lord, but she was tired. It had to be late, and yet, she was
still exhausted. She stared into the mirror and sighed when her eyes
spotted the bags lying innocently on her face. Picking up a brush, she
straightened her hair and troubled herself with what the heck was going
on.
The most she could remember was entering the plane sent from
her mysterious benefactor/employer. The private jet was supposed to
have taken her directly to England, although, she mused, she was in
England now. Still, it was a wonder how she had arrived, suitcase and
all. One minute she was boarding the plane, and the next she was
staring down the faces of London's ton.
What was that thing Einstein had said about the time-space
continuum?
Her head was starting to hurt. Serena lifted herself from the
chair and looked over at her sneakers, but decided against putting them
on. Gently padding towards the door, she opened it and stared.
The hallway was massive. It was lined with pictures and
furniture that put the best decorator to shame. Of course, she knew,
that none of the furniture was actually for use, just for show, but it
all combined together to give a sort of elegant atmosphere that she
just didn't want to disturb. Sighing, she exited her room, and
attempted to find her way to the woman who had taken her in.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give for a cup of coffee right about now…"
she mumbled to herself, racking her brains wondering where the woman
would be. As a cultural anthropologist, she was used to studying the
past, but she had normally stayed away from the Regency period.
What a bit of irony.
"Parlor or music room? Oh Jesus, I don't even know where those
are."
She was pretty sure she was still in London, and if memory
served her correctly the town houses in London weren't supposed to be
that large-unless of course the family the woman was in was really rich
and then you never know. She could be trying to find her way in a
three or four story house with over ten bedrooms.
Her feet were hurting her again. And she was beginning to
worry about her bladder. No matter how much she didn't know about this
period, what she did know was that the bathrooms often left something
to be desired. Oh, she didn't even want to imagine the stench.
"Miss?"
She turned around quickly and smiled at the person who had
approached her. Preventing herself from hugging the person silly, she
responded.
"Oh, jeez, thanks for coming here. I was so worried I'd get
lost. I'm looking for the Lady of this house or whatever. Oh, sorry.
I'm Serena Tellings. It's very nice to see another person."
The servant before her looked confused. She looked the man
over and groaned in her head, he obviously wasn't used to over zealous
and stressed Americans. For heavens sake, the United States had only
been a country for 41 years, they hadn't even discovered Seattle yet.
"Uh, yes Miss Tellings. Would you like me to take you to Lady
Ashings?"
"That would be really helpful, thanks."
He raised an eyebrow and she could almost feel the distaste he
felt about her. Mentally shaking her head, she realized that she would
be bringing a lot of the haut ton's distaste on her head-that is until
she managed to get back home. She still wasn't fully convinced that
she was in the past at any rate.
The servant stopped in front of two broad doors, one of which
was already partially opened. She blinked when he opened the door and
bowed as she walked by.
Right.
"Ah, here's my charge. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself
before, I'm Lady Mina Ashings."
"That's nice." Serena mumbled, looking over the room.
There was a long pause and Serena was fingering a piece of
embroidery when the woman exploded, "What is YOUR name?!"
She jumped back and looked at the woman in front of her who was
attempting to regain her dignity. Well, that was new. She was pretty
sure she had never met an English Lady with a temper.
Well, she had never met an English Lady at all, but that was
besides the point.
As the shock wore off, she began to look more closely at the
woman's appearance and had to restrain herself from shrieking. Now
this was unexpected. Carefully, she made her way across the room to
the now collected Mina Ashings and turned her head this way and that
examining the woman.
"You still have not answered my question."
She stuck out her hand, "Serena Tellings, at your service."
Mina regarded the proffered hand, "Do you expect me to kiss
it?"
Serena rolled her eyes and picked up the woman's hand, "No, you
shake it. C'mon, it's American."
The bright blue eyes in front of her widened with delight,
"That's why I couldn't place your accent! You are American! Well,
I've never met an American before, and I'm sure most of my friends
haven't either. Please, sit down, you must tell me all about that
fabulous country."
Serena raised an eyebrow.
"Uh My Lady?" Came the same servant from the door, "There is a
man come calling. Would you like to meet him?"
"Certainly. I'm sure whoever he is he'll be just as charmed
with Miss Tellings as I am."
The servant bowed and fell away.
Serena blinked, and turned her head towards Mina. She had
wracked her brains more times than she could remember trying to make
sure she wasn't letting it slip that she was from the future. All of
her college courses on American history had been in full use the two or
so hours she had spent regaling Mina of America.
She was grateful for a break. Picking up her cup of tea, she
took a careful sip and leaned back into the chair. She closed her eyes
for a bit, but forced them open and plastered a smile on the face when
the visitor was announced.
Her jaw dropped. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. She
remembered what he had said clearly, as a matter of fact, it was firmly
imprinted on her mind. She took an immediate disliking to the man
smiling charmingly at her new friend and his voice rang through her
ears as her head replayed what he had said to her the day before.
"What a tasty morsel you are. Come with me darling, I'll take
care of you…"
The chattering next to her stopped and Serena turned her head
to look at Mina pleadingly. She didn't get it. Instead, the woman
just smiled and began the introductions.
"Oh Kunzite darling, I really must introduce you to my new
charge. Kunzite, this is Serena Tellings. Serena, I would like to
introduce you to Lord Kunzite Vingt, Viscount of Jemsworth."
Serena dreaded looking up at him, but she still turned her eyes
to him. She placed a bitter smile on her face and stated
sarcastically, "Charmed."
His gray eyes glinted in some sort of sadistic pleasure,
"Likewise, I'm sure."
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Oh yes. Lets think, this is what, two, three weeks late?
Ya, so I'm sorry, but I've been busy. But whatever, at least now
there's another chapter out. No one's been chewing me out though, so
I guess it's not THAT big of a deal.
You know you loved this chapter. You know you want to send me a
glorious e-mail regaling me of the amazing amount of wit I displayed.
Durnit! Just send me an e-mail! Criminy sakes!
Oh, note: the ton - the nobility of London.
the haut ton - the high part of nobility
So ya.
E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME
right, the e-mail might be a good plan, ne?
divinepheonix@hotmail.com
Scandalous!
by: Koneko
divinepheonix@hotmail.com
Genre: A Regency Romance -- Humor?
Season: Alternate Universe
Rated: PG-13
-----------------
Mina had been sipping tea in the parlor and wondering what the
heck she had gotten herself into when the scream resounded through the
house. Worried, she jumped out of her seat and walked quickly to the
room her guest was staying in. Disregarding the fact that she was
acting in a very unladylike manor, she managed to get to the guest
bedroom and opened the door a bit.
The girl was currently in a stage of fright, staring at her
surroundings like a mouse looking at a cat. She was still wearing her
clothes from the night before, as the servant had had problems trying
to take them off, and the sight of such a disheveled young lady looked
rather comical under the light of such impressive décor. She struggled
not to laugh.
Mina walked in slowly, her day dress swishing at the ground
around her, "Hello. How are you feeling?"
The woman turned wide eyes onto her and opened her mouth to
scream again before her caretaker managed to stop the madness.
"Please, don't do that. I'll be getting a headache if it
continues. Besides, my brother might be coming home any minute, and we
don't want him being worried or knowing about you yet."
Serena was sweltering. For some odd reason, she was still
wearing her jacket, jeans, and sneakers, and the force of all the
clothing underneath a large down bed cover was just becoming too much.
Then, there was the strangely endearing woman standing in front of her
with a mixture of amusement and fear on her face, and the whole still
being in the dream was kind of making her a little crazy. Pulling in
some deep breaths, she managed to form a few words.
"Your… brother?"
"Ah, she speaks, and what an endearing accent you have. Where
are you from? Oh, don't worry about answering that. You're probably
wondering why you're here."
Serena nodded.
"Well, you see, I've often been chastised by my family for
being very curious about everything, and when I saw you on the road
last night, I just couldn't help myself. I needed to find out exactly
who you are and what a person who is obviously of the higher class was
doing lying on a street. Do you have any family here?"
Serena shook her head.
"Any friends? Some type of chaperone who is watching you?"
Serena shook her head.
The woman in front of her frowned, "You don't have amnesia, do
you?"
The heat was becoming almost unbearable now, and Serena had
about enough. She tried to smile at the obviously well meaning woman,
before opening her mouth to speak.
"Listen, I don't know who you are or what is so intriguing
about me, but I'm sweltering here, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to
get changed."
The lady very quickly left.
Serena refrained from thinking. Carefully, she removed her
sneakers and gritted her teeth when she tried to pull off her socks.
The wouldn't budge. She looked over her feet and sighed, the blood had
caked them on. Making a face, she opened her luggage and attempted to
find something to wear.
Nothing from the twenty-first century would suit the Regency
period, she concluded, but she might as well try. She grabbed a long
skirt and flinched at the slit, but put it on anyway. Donning a shirt,
she moved over to the bureau and sat down in a flourish.
Lord, but she was tired. It had to be late, and yet, she was
still exhausted. She stared into the mirror and sighed when her eyes
spotted the bags lying innocently on her face. Picking up a brush, she
straightened her hair and troubled herself with what the heck was going
on.
The most she could remember was entering the plane sent from
her mysterious benefactor/employer. The private jet was supposed to
have taken her directly to England, although, she mused, she was in
England now. Still, it was a wonder how she had arrived, suitcase and
all. One minute she was boarding the plane, and the next she was
staring down the faces of London's ton.
What was that thing Einstein had said about the time-space
continuum?
Her head was starting to hurt. Serena lifted herself from the
chair and looked over at her sneakers, but decided against putting them
on. Gently padding towards the door, she opened it and stared.
The hallway was massive. It was lined with pictures and
furniture that put the best decorator to shame. Of course, she knew,
that none of the furniture was actually for use, just for show, but it
all combined together to give a sort of elegant atmosphere that she
just didn't want to disturb. Sighing, she exited her room, and
attempted to find her way to the woman who had taken her in.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give for a cup of coffee right about now…"
she mumbled to herself, racking her brains wondering where the woman
would be. As a cultural anthropologist, she was used to studying the
past, but she had normally stayed away from the Regency period.
What a bit of irony.
"Parlor or music room? Oh Jesus, I don't even know where those
are."
She was pretty sure she was still in London, and if memory
served her correctly the town houses in London weren't supposed to be
that large-unless of course the family the woman was in was really rich
and then you never know. She could be trying to find her way in a
three or four story house with over ten bedrooms.
Her feet were hurting her again. And she was beginning to
worry about her bladder. No matter how much she didn't know about this
period, what she did know was that the bathrooms often left something
to be desired. Oh, she didn't even want to imagine the stench.
"Miss?"
She turned around quickly and smiled at the person who had
approached her. Preventing herself from hugging the person silly, she
responded.
"Oh, jeez, thanks for coming here. I was so worried I'd get
lost. I'm looking for the Lady of this house or whatever. Oh, sorry.
I'm Serena Tellings. It's very nice to see another person."
The servant before her looked confused. She looked the man
over and groaned in her head, he obviously wasn't used to over zealous
and stressed Americans. For heavens sake, the United States had only
been a country for 41 years, they hadn't even discovered Seattle yet.
"Uh, yes Miss Tellings. Would you like me to take you to Lady
Ashings?"
"That would be really helpful, thanks."
He raised an eyebrow and she could almost feel the distaste he
felt about her. Mentally shaking her head, she realized that she would
be bringing a lot of the haut ton's distaste on her head-that is until
she managed to get back home. She still wasn't fully convinced that
she was in the past at any rate.
The servant stopped in front of two broad doors, one of which
was already partially opened. She blinked when he opened the door and
bowed as she walked by.
Right.
"Ah, here's my charge. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself
before, I'm Lady Mina Ashings."
"That's nice." Serena mumbled, looking over the room.
There was a long pause and Serena was fingering a piece of
embroidery when the woman exploded, "What is YOUR name?!"
She jumped back and looked at the woman in front of her who was
attempting to regain her dignity. Well, that was new. She was pretty
sure she had never met an English Lady with a temper.
Well, she had never met an English Lady at all, but that was
besides the point.
As the shock wore off, she began to look more closely at the
woman's appearance and had to restrain herself from shrieking. Now
this was unexpected. Carefully, she made her way across the room to
the now collected Mina Ashings and turned her head this way and that
examining the woman.
"You still have not answered my question."
She stuck out her hand, "Serena Tellings, at your service."
Mina regarded the proffered hand, "Do you expect me to kiss
it?"
Serena rolled her eyes and picked up the woman's hand, "No, you
shake it. C'mon, it's American."
The bright blue eyes in front of her widened with delight,
"That's why I couldn't place your accent! You are American! Well,
I've never met an American before, and I'm sure most of my friends
haven't either. Please, sit down, you must tell me all about that
fabulous country."
Serena raised an eyebrow.
"Uh My Lady?" Came the same servant from the door, "There is a
man come calling. Would you like to meet him?"
"Certainly. I'm sure whoever he is he'll be just as charmed
with Miss Tellings as I am."
The servant bowed and fell away.
Serena blinked, and turned her head towards Mina. She had
wracked her brains more times than she could remember trying to make
sure she wasn't letting it slip that she was from the future. All of
her college courses on American history had been in full use the two or
so hours she had spent regaling Mina of America.
She was grateful for a break. Picking up her cup of tea, she
took a careful sip and leaned back into the chair. She closed her eyes
for a bit, but forced them open and plastered a smile on the face when
the visitor was announced.
Her jaw dropped. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. She
remembered what he had said clearly, as a matter of fact, it was firmly
imprinted on her mind. She took an immediate disliking to the man
smiling charmingly at her new friend and his voice rang through her
ears as her head replayed what he had said to her the day before.
"What a tasty morsel you are. Come with me darling, I'll take
care of you…"
The chattering next to her stopped and Serena turned her head
to look at Mina pleadingly. She didn't get it. Instead, the woman
just smiled and began the introductions.
"Oh Kunzite darling, I really must introduce you to my new
charge. Kunzite, this is Serena Tellings. Serena, I would like to
introduce you to Lord Kunzite Vingt, Viscount of Jemsworth."
Serena dreaded looking up at him, but she still turned her eyes
to him. She placed a bitter smile on her face and stated
sarcastically, "Charmed."
His gray eyes glinted in some sort of sadistic pleasure,
"Likewise, I'm sure."
------------------
Oh yes. Lets think, this is what, two, three weeks late?
Ya, so I'm sorry, but I've been busy. But whatever, at least now
there's another chapter out. No one's been chewing me out though, so
I guess it's not THAT big of a deal.
You know you loved this chapter. You know you want to send me a
glorious e-mail regaling me of the amazing amount of wit I displayed.
Durnit! Just send me an e-mail! Criminy sakes!
Oh, note: the ton - the nobility of London.
the haut ton - the high part of nobility
So ya.
E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME E-MAIL ME
right, the e-mail might be a good plan, ne?
divinepheonix@hotmail.com
