OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

Comments

She specialises in it :p

[makeflowersgrow]

"A prostitute? No - no, you know me better than that, Monsieur. Well -" She laughs again. "Only when the gang make me. When they give me the gin to make me sleepy. I'm not a bad girl though, Monsieur Marius. You know that."

She staggers back as he pushes her and falls onto the chair. She laughs again, and plants a kiss on the top of it.

"Hey there, 'Parnasse. Been on the affure? Any balles for me? What's that? Don't you be trying your baratin on me!"

((ooc: She says, 'Hey there, Parnasse. Been on the rob? Any money for me? What's that? Don't you be trying your sweet talk on me.'))

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Ah. Argot. As if he couldn't tell from her accent, the language of the underworld. He doesn't speak it, but he's met enough criminals to recognize it, and a few phrases.

His voice is without a trace of warmth, cold and harsh and deep with disdain. "You're clearly either mad or beyond your wits on some substance. Come on, get back to your room. I won't be carrying you there."

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine largely ignores him, fully convinced that the chair is Montparnasse.

"What will Papa have me do? Chope? We must escamote the railles. I do not want to end up Malade!"

She bends her ear to the chair and giggles. What is that? You bander? No - no, I do not need the boffette. NO! Don't, 'Parnasse. I'll do it. I'll do it."

She slides off the chair and onto her knees in front, and presses her lips to the chair seat. After a few moments of kissing it with open mouth, she sighs a quiet, 'Marius...'

((What will Papa have me do? Steal? We must avoid the police. I do not want to end up arrested... What is that? You have an erection? No. No, I do not need the smacks. No! Don't 'Parnasse. I'll do it. I'll do it."))

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Well, Javert's had quite enough of watching this horrible young woman debase herself. He's got to take some sort of action. He looks around the living room until he sees what he believes is the device that Valeria used earlier to communicate with others. He goes over to the couch and picks it up.

"I would like the District 3 Escort to report to the suite, please," he says into the remote control.

[makeflowersgrow]

"The police?"

Eponine looks up at that, and away from the chair, which she pushes away.

"Marius, you've called the police on me? You're having me arrested?"

Her eyes fill with tears and she once more pulls her knees up to her chest. She suddenly looks very young and very vulnerable.

"We were friends, Monsieur!"

She lurches at Javert, tears freely streaming down her face.

"Don't let them take me away. Please don't let them take me back to prison. Marius, please, we're friends. Don't let them lock me away."

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Javert dodges behind the chair so that Eponine can't reach him. Clearly putting his hands to this girl was interpreted in all the wrong ways, so he doesn't want to touch her more than necessary.

"I said, I'm requesting some assistant with a disorderly wanton woman in the suite, I believe she is a prostitute, I- this isn't working." He scowls and sets the remote control aside. He'll have to have Valeria explain how she summoned people later.

"Get some sense into yourself now and you won't be locked away. Although don't think I won't be reporting you to- to someone!"

He misses knowing the ins and outs of the law. It made these sort of situations easier.

[makeflowersgrow]

"Report me?" Eponine sounds panicked now.

"Do not report me, Sir. Dear Marius, do not report me. I'll do whatever you like if you forgive me. Marius, you know me better than to say I am a Lady - you know only when Papa or 'Parnasse have the knife. I willdo anything. Please!"

She's collapsed on the floor again, legs akimbo, and she stares up at Javert in despair.

"Please, sir. Take pity on your friend."

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"Well, I don't seem capable of reporting you right now," Javert grouses. Her insistence that she's a lady falls on deaf ears. As far as Javert's concerned, he's seen very much evidence to the contrary. "So you can be thankful for that."

He heads back to his room, frustrated and sour, and closes the door behind him, locking it. Before doing so, he says "clean yourself up before the others wake, won't you?"