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I am a widow as of June 6, 2022. I was married for 40 great and not so great years as well as many wonderful years. RIP My Sir.
I have no live muse (Sir was my muse upon which I bounced many ideas off of and he even named a few creatures and potions for me when I ran out of ideas.
I have started back to RPing after 4 sad years. Perhaps with the help of Role Plays, I can find some joy in life again.
I have no live muse (Sir was my muse upon which I bounced many ideas off of and he even named a few creatures and potions for me when I ran out of ideas.
I have started back to RPing after 4 sad years. Perhaps with the help of Role Plays, I can find some joy in life again.
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"Actually, you start with a loop and knot that in such a way that the end bead will barely fit through. Then string your beads, using your end bead last. Once you have made several of these kinds, I will show you how to make the slide kind and the macreme kind." Bridget spoke as she kept an eye on the two girls.
Leon went to the corral and pointed out the two horses.
"I'm not sure why Sean is giving you a pair of the best horses being a girl and all. Maybe we should start with a couple old horses first. Then you can see how hard it is to drive a pair of horses." Leon spat towards Noreene who smacked his face.
"You should have better manners than that, Leon. Would you spit in front of my mother?" Noreene asked in anger.
"Of course not but you do not need to slap me either. So go figure out how to hitch your own horses up." Leon stalked angrily away.
Noreene whistled and the horses picked up their heads and came over to her. She fed each one a sugar cube which she had done for years. The matched pair was hers by inheritance from her grandmother who died last year.
"Lady and Shadow, come. It's time for you to pull my wagon and become truly mine." Noreene smiled as she lead them out of the corral and to her cart, making sure that the gate was closed. Sean was watching from afar and saw everything.
Noreene soon had the two hitched up with no problems. Noreene had already learned from her grandmother who taught her a good many things before she passed on.
Leon came along to see how Noreene was getting along and Sean headed over behind him.
"I doubt that you have anything done right. Like this rein doesn't go through there but" Leon began to pull the rein out when a large hand landed on his smaller one.
"Noreene has been hitching up horses before you was born, boy. We have a discussion with your father and rest of the Elders. Noreene, you are on your own from now on. In fact, you and Jacquelyn will be in one wagon. You will start your own lessons with Madam Mary. She will be along shortly to talk with you." Sean spoke calmly.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir!" Noreene spoke happily.
Leon went to the corral and pointed out the two horses.
"I'm not sure why Sean is giving you a pair of the best horses being a girl and all. Maybe we should start with a couple old horses first. Then you can see how hard it is to drive a pair of horses." Leon spat towards Noreene who smacked his face.
"You should have better manners than that, Leon. Would you spit in front of my mother?" Noreene asked in anger.
"Of course not but you do not need to slap me either. So go figure out how to hitch your own horses up." Leon stalked angrily away.
Noreene whistled and the horses picked up their heads and came over to her. She fed each one a sugar cube which she had done for years. The matched pair was hers by inheritance from her grandmother who died last year.
"Lady and Shadow, come. It's time for you to pull my wagon and become truly mine." Noreene smiled as she lead them out of the corral and to her cart, making sure that the gate was closed. Sean was watching from afar and saw everything.
Noreene soon had the two hitched up with no problems. Noreene had already learned from her grandmother who taught her a good many things before she passed on.
Leon came along to see how Noreene was getting along and Sean headed over behind him.
"I doubt that you have anything done right. Like this rein doesn't go through there but" Leon began to pull the rein out when a large hand landed on his smaller one.
"Noreene has been hitching up horses before you was born, boy. We have a discussion with your father and rest of the Elders. Noreene, you are on your own from now on. In fact, you and Jacquelyn will be in one wagon. You will start your own lessons with Madam Mary. She will be along shortly to talk with you." Sean spoke calmly.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir!" Noreene spoke happily.
Name: Mrs Miranda Westlake
Age: 23
Gender: female
Where do you work and/or live: Independently wealthy
Why you consider yourself Unloved: lost my husband in an accident in Egypt then all except one relative, refused to associate with me.
What would you do for a Chance for Love: I will honer my uncle's request that he left in his will.
Your hobbies: needlework, gardening, bird watching
Your likes: horse back riding, reading, dancing
Your dislikes: rudeness, disrespect for the females,
Anything else that you would like for us to know: You will learn more about Miranda in the RP.
Age: 23
Gender: female
Where do you work and/or live: Independently wealthy
Why you consider yourself Unloved: lost my husband in an accident in Egypt then all except one relative, refused to associate with me.
What would you do for a Chance for Love: I will honer my uncle's request that he left in his will.
Your hobbies: needlework, gardening, bird watching
Your likes: horse back riding, reading, dancing
Your dislikes: rudeness, disrespect for the females,
Anything else that you would like for us to know: You will learn more about Miranda in the RP.
Are there any unloved people out there? No one wants a romantic whirlwind courtship with all of the trimmings? No lonely people?.........
Miranda Westlake was at her Uncle Jeremiah Dunny’s funeral. She was thinking of losing her husband just twelve months ago. Now she had to go through her Uncle’s funeral where she was welcomed after the death of Seth Westlake. No one else would even think of taking her in.
More thoughts flew through her head as she sat there in a corner mourning while all of the cousins were talking to everyone else at the funeral home. Most of these so called ‘mourners’ had not seen or talked to Jeremiah Dunny since childhood. But everyone knew the old eccentric man.
“Too bad that she came to the funeral. I mean she was over in some god forbidden desert when her husband died of who knows what. It must have been a god awful disease since he was cremated before being brought home.” Annette spoke to Cassandra in another corner just behind Miranda.
“Don’t I know it. I am not getting very close since some people are carriers of diseases and then they spread it all over. To anyone that comes within 6 feet of them. I expect that at least one of us will dies within the next 2-3 months. Besides that things like deaths come in threes.” Cassandra spoke as she held a perfumed hanky against her nose.
“I need to go refresh my hanky. Want to come?” Annette spoke
“Oh yes, that would be so nice. Thank you, Annette, for asking me to join you in my time of need. My eyes feel so sore and they have been watering so bad today.” Miranda spoke as she slid her arm into the crook of Annette and pulled her close to her side.
“Oh Cassandra, dear. It was you that I heard talking about things happen in threes. Yes, I have heard that theory as well. Perhaps we can chat about it while we are refreshing ourselves in the ladies lounge. My hanky is a bit damp but I am sure that you will understand….” Miranda spoke as she easily slipped her arm into Cassandra’s.
“Now shall we go? I feel so weak today… So I did need the help….”
The three cousins slowly walked to the ladies lounge and spent the next half hour in there ‘freshening up’ before the usher came to the door to announce that it was time to start.
Miranda was the first out and gladly took the usher’s arm who escorted her to her seat in the front row which was reserved for the next of kin.
The funeral was over after an hour and after people paid their last respects, everyone was to gather at the restaurant a couple blocks away. There was one table on a stage and two chairs. The lawyer escorted Miranda up the stage and seated her gallantly. The dinner was then served but very little conversation was floating around except in soft whispers. After a few people decided to leave but was not able to open the doors to the private dining room, they glared at the lawyer.
“After desert I will read the will of Jeremiah Dunny. Please be seated until it is time to leave.” The lawyer spoke firmly as the wait staff began to take away the dishes into the kitchen with a stern butler keeping an eye on who was going in and out of the kitchen.
A file of police officers walked into the dining room and stood attention as the lawyer stood up.
“Please give me your attention for I am about to read the last will of Jeremiah Dunny.” The lawyer announced with no clearing of his throat.
“I, Jeremiah Dunny, have very little to give to those who have not spoken to me in the last twenty or more years. For most of you, you have not spoken to me, visited nor even write to me. The rest of you only come to be given money. You did not even attempt to repay me. I have given my accountant the list several years ago after I had my first heart attack. He will be collecting from you today as you leave the restaurant.
To each and every one of you, I give you this last meal. For most of you this is your only gift. Be grateful that nothing is tainted. Or is it?
This will is short for there is only person who cared enough to visit me before I was ill, before my heart attacks and even has lived with me as a nurse since she was shunned by the rest of the family after an unfortunate accident to her newly wed husband. Miranda Westlake will receive her inheritance after she leaves this room.
The rest of you please be patient. You will be called and released by my accountant.
Sincerely,
Count Jeremiah Obadiah Dunny, 17th , heir of Dunny Manor
Lady Miranda and I will take our leave to discuss her inheritance.
Good day to one and all.” The lawyer spoke as he turned to Miranda who was in shock. She accepted his arm and was escorted out of the room as an elderly miserly looking man came inside.
“There are several copies of the will which was read and signed by the deceased and myself in front of Lawyer Thomas Dawson, may his soul rest in peace.” There was a slight pause before the account went on.
“I am Horton B. Wentworth, accountant to the deceased for over fifty years. He was my very first client and later a good friend.
My young assistant has placed the copies of the will on the table before me. As I call out your name, please come forward to pay what you owe or make a promissory note to a new accountant who will be taking over the accounting services. ….”
The door closed quickly after them and all the shouting starting. They were silent as they walked upstairs meeting room. There was a table with a maid who had a pot of tea ready. They sat down and the lawyer spoke as the maid poured the tea and sat a cup in front of the two of them.
“I did not reveal my name on purpose. I am Lawyer Thomas Dawson, like my grandfather. You will be my first client and I am to take over the new lawyer practice in Folkstone. I would appreciate it very much if you will stay with my practice.” The lawyer spoke quietly.
“As long as you serve me well, I see no reason to change lawyers. Now to the will?” Miranda spoke as she held her hands in her lap.
“You have inherited a vast sum of several million dollars. How all of the money was attained, I do not know. Of course, not all of it is liquid. There are five strings to the inheritance.
Number one is that you must take in unloved, unmarried and widowed female for a second chance at love.
Number two is that you will house, clothe and educate them.
Number three is that you must find decent men to marry them and they must be willing to marry the man.
Number four is that you must remarry within ten years. You are a lovely lady of twenty years.
Lastly, you must find some kind of a business to run.
If you do not agree to the terms, then you will receive a hundred thousand dollars.
Will you accept his offer and continue his legacy in a new place?” he asked as he passed the final agreement towards Miranda.
“Yes, I will do this for Uncle Jeremiah. What about the belongings in this house?” Miranda asked after reading the agreement.
“You may keep the house here in London or sell it. It belongs to you.” He spoke as he unscrewed the pen and handed it to Miranda who signed both copies.
“We will be seeing a lot of each other, I suspect.” Miranda spoke as she handed Lawyer Thomas Dawson.
“I expect so. Now let’s talk about what you wish to do with this house?” Lawyer Thomas Dawson spoke as he too signed both papers.
((Fades to black....))
More thoughts flew through her head as she sat there in a corner mourning while all of the cousins were talking to everyone else at the funeral home. Most of these so called ‘mourners’ had not seen or talked to Jeremiah Dunny since childhood. But everyone knew the old eccentric man.
“Too bad that she came to the funeral. I mean she was over in some god forbidden desert when her husband died of who knows what. It must have been a god awful disease since he was cremated before being brought home.” Annette spoke to Cassandra in another corner just behind Miranda.
“Don’t I know it. I am not getting very close since some people are carriers of diseases and then they spread it all over. To anyone that comes within 6 feet of them. I expect that at least one of us will dies within the next 2-3 months. Besides that things like deaths come in threes.” Cassandra spoke as she held a perfumed hanky against her nose.
“I need to go refresh my hanky. Want to come?” Annette spoke
“Oh yes, that would be so nice. Thank you, Annette, for asking me to join you in my time of need. My eyes feel so sore and they have been watering so bad today.” Miranda spoke as she slid her arm into the crook of Annette and pulled her close to her side.
“Oh Cassandra, dear. It was you that I heard talking about things happen in threes. Yes, I have heard that theory as well. Perhaps we can chat about it while we are refreshing ourselves in the ladies lounge. My hanky is a bit damp but I am sure that you will understand….” Miranda spoke as she easily slipped her arm into Cassandra’s.
“Now shall we go? I feel so weak today… So I did need the help….”
The three cousins slowly walked to the ladies lounge and spent the next half hour in there ‘freshening up’ before the usher came to the door to announce that it was time to start.
Miranda was the first out and gladly took the usher’s arm who escorted her to her seat in the front row which was reserved for the next of kin.
The funeral was over after an hour and after people paid their last respects, everyone was to gather at the restaurant a couple blocks away. There was one table on a stage and two chairs. The lawyer escorted Miranda up the stage and seated her gallantly. The dinner was then served but very little conversation was floating around except in soft whispers. After a few people decided to leave but was not able to open the doors to the private dining room, they glared at the lawyer.
“After desert I will read the will of Jeremiah Dunny. Please be seated until it is time to leave.” The lawyer spoke firmly as the wait staff began to take away the dishes into the kitchen with a stern butler keeping an eye on who was going in and out of the kitchen.
A file of police officers walked into the dining room and stood attention as the lawyer stood up.
“Please give me your attention for I am about to read the last will of Jeremiah Dunny.” The lawyer announced with no clearing of his throat.
“I, Jeremiah Dunny, have very little to give to those who have not spoken to me in the last twenty or more years. For most of you, you have not spoken to me, visited nor even write to me. The rest of you only come to be given money. You did not even attempt to repay me. I have given my accountant the list several years ago after I had my first heart attack. He will be collecting from you today as you leave the restaurant.
To each and every one of you, I give you this last meal. For most of you this is your only gift. Be grateful that nothing is tainted. Or is it?
This will is short for there is only person who cared enough to visit me before I was ill, before my heart attacks and even has lived with me as a nurse since she was shunned by the rest of the family after an unfortunate accident to her newly wed husband. Miranda Westlake will receive her inheritance after she leaves this room.
The rest of you please be patient. You will be called and released by my accountant.
Sincerely,
Count Jeremiah Obadiah Dunny, 17th , heir of Dunny Manor
Lady Miranda and I will take our leave to discuss her inheritance.
Good day to one and all.” The lawyer spoke as he turned to Miranda who was in shock. She accepted his arm and was escorted out of the room as an elderly miserly looking man came inside.
“There are several copies of the will which was read and signed by the deceased and myself in front of Lawyer Thomas Dawson, may his soul rest in peace.” There was a slight pause before the account went on.
“I am Horton B. Wentworth, accountant to the deceased for over fifty years. He was my very first client and later a good friend.
My young assistant has placed the copies of the will on the table before me. As I call out your name, please come forward to pay what you owe or make a promissory note to a new accountant who will be taking over the accounting services. ….”
The door closed quickly after them and all the shouting starting. They were silent as they walked upstairs meeting room. There was a table with a maid who had a pot of tea ready. They sat down and the lawyer spoke as the maid poured the tea and sat a cup in front of the two of them.
“I did not reveal my name on purpose. I am Lawyer Thomas Dawson, like my grandfather. You will be my first client and I am to take over the new lawyer practice in Folkstone. I would appreciate it very much if you will stay with my practice.” The lawyer spoke quietly.
“As long as you serve me well, I see no reason to change lawyers. Now to the will?” Miranda spoke as she held her hands in her lap.
“You have inherited a vast sum of several million dollars. How all of the money was attained, I do not know. Of course, not all of it is liquid. There are five strings to the inheritance.
Number one is that you must take in unloved, unmarried and widowed female for a second chance at love.
Number two is that you will house, clothe and educate them.
Number three is that you must find decent men to marry them and they must be willing to marry the man.
Number four is that you must remarry within ten years. You are a lovely lady of twenty years.
Lastly, you must find some kind of a business to run.
If you do not agree to the terms, then you will receive a hundred thousand dollars.
Will you accept his offer and continue his legacy in a new place?” he asked as he passed the final agreement towards Miranda.
“Yes, I will do this for Uncle Jeremiah. What about the belongings in this house?” Miranda asked after reading the agreement.
“You may keep the house here in London or sell it. It belongs to you.” He spoke as he unscrewed the pen and handed it to Miranda who signed both copies.
“We will be seeing a lot of each other, I suspect.” Miranda spoke as she handed Lawyer Thomas Dawson.
“I expect so. Now let’s talk about what you wish to do with this house?” Lawyer Thomas Dawson spoke as he too signed both papers.
((Fades to black....))
Mystique at the Corner Cafe waiting at the cafe for customers and studying.
Jake was looking at a girlie magazine so Mystique went to the usual table where she rested or ate at. Today however, she brought her own study materials and sat down to study. Soon the manager came in the Cafe and glanced at Mystique who had her head down before moving on.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson. Is there anything that I may do for you?" she asked softly though she did not look up.
"How did you know it was me?" he demanded as he glanced around the small cafe and he noticed Jake staring at a magazine.
"By the way you walk, pause and such things." Mystique responded.
"Humph...Dead as usual... gonna have to change things around here. Going to my office." he spoke gruffly.
Jake was looking at a girlie magazine so Mystique went to the usual table where she rested or ate at. Today however, she brought her own study materials and sat down to study. Soon the manager came in the Cafe and glanced at Mystique who had her head down before moving on.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson. Is there anything that I may do for you?" she asked softly though she did not look up.
"How did you know it was me?" he demanded as he glanced around the small cafe and he noticed Jake staring at a magazine.
"By the way you walk, pause and such things." Mystique responded.
"Humph...Dead as usual... gonna have to change things around here. Going to my office." he spoke gruffly.
Bridget went to the wagon where she held the door open for the girls before she went inside.
"Ok now, I am going to show you how to do beading first. Each of you will have a large box of beads. This box has drawers and the beads are sorted into colors and sizes. The third one is for Noreene. This long drawer has your tools and threaders in. Now choose what leader you want......" Bridget began the first lesson of the day.
Sean came to the door and knocked sharply.
"Noreene, I'd like for you to meet Leon." Sean spoke.
Noreene went to the door to see a 7 year old male next to her father.
"Hello, Father, Leon." she spoke softly.
"Leon, will show you how to care for your horses. You will get those days off but I want to leave soon. Leon may be young but he is good with the horses. You will be sitting next to him on the trip. He will show you how to do everything. Learn well for you will be driving your own wagon soon." Sean spoke firmly.
"Yes, father. I shall...." Noreene spoke.
"Let's go get the horses first thing." Leon spoke and headed off.
"Keep this safe. Leon is good but hates females." father hands her a leather strap with a key on it then left.
"Girls like to dawdle way too much. Come on now.' Leon spoke harshly.
"You will have to wait until I am properly ready. I need boots on. And this was to be my day off...." Noreene growled back at Leon who stopped and stared at the door closing behind Noreene's back.
"Ok now, I am going to show you how to do beading first. Each of you will have a large box of beads. This box has drawers and the beads are sorted into colors and sizes. The third one is for Noreene. This long drawer has your tools and threaders in. Now choose what leader you want......" Bridget began the first lesson of the day.
Sean came to the door and knocked sharply.
"Noreene, I'd like for you to meet Leon." Sean spoke.
Noreene went to the door to see a 7 year old male next to her father.
"Hello, Father, Leon." she spoke softly.
"Leon, will show you how to care for your horses. You will get those days off but I want to leave soon. Leon may be young but he is good with the horses. You will be sitting next to him on the trip. He will show you how to do everything. Learn well for you will be driving your own wagon soon." Sean spoke firmly.
"Yes, father. I shall...." Noreene spoke.
"Let's go get the horses first thing." Leon spoke and headed off.
"Keep this safe. Leon is good but hates females." father hands her a leather strap with a key on it then left.
"Girls like to dawdle way too much. Come on now.' Leon spoke harshly.
"You will have to wait until I am properly ready. I need boots on. And this was to be my day off...." Noreene growled back at Leon who stopped and stared at the door closing behind Noreene's back.
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"Are there any animal ones that I can play?" Fiona spoke eagerly.
Mystique went to file more papers to fill in her time as Fiona learned the basics of her new computer.
"Are there any animal ones that I can play?" Fiona spoke eagerly.
Mystique went to file more papers to fill in her time as Fiona learned the basics of her new computer.
Ixonia stood there in amazement and total horror. She had not ever seen a curse take effect, just the after effects a few times. She had not clue as to what to do but she did that she was not going to go close to the gal who was just cursed nor that trunk.
A guy @Snarfulblast just happened to bust into this mess and felt duty bound to let him know what he was getting into.
"I'd enter carefully there buddy! No drink is worth a curse." she yelled at him.
A guy @Snarfulblast just happened to bust into this mess and felt duty bound to let him know what he was getting into.
"I'd enter carefully there buddy! No drink is worth a curse." she yelled at him.
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