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M-Macarons (Part One)
Pomefiore Dorm - Lounge
Pomefiore Student A |
Hey, before the welcome party starts, we freshmen should get to know one another. |
Pomefiore Student B |
I will start. How do you do, good fellows? May the bonds of friendship unite us all this year. |
Pomefiore Student A |
Nicely done. Are you from the Queendom of Roses, by any chance? You have a floral aroma about you. |
Pomefiore Student B |
Ah, you have a keen nose, my fellow Pomefiore! Indeed. This is my favorite parfum. |
Pomefiore Student A |
Are you from the Shaftlands? I notice your fingers are adorned with glittering rings–no doubt of artisanal origin, given their beauty. |
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Ummm... |
Pomefiore Student A |
By the way, who are you? |
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What?! M-me? Uhhh, well, I'm... ...... |
Pomefiore Student B |
Poor thing. He's scared stiff. He reminds me of a kitten left in the rain. |
Pomefiore Student A |
No need to be so nervous! It's my fault for asking you your name so suddenly. Will you forgive me? |
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It's fine, really. I'm, uh, Epel Felmier. |
Pomefiore Student A |
Epel! What a lovely name, reminiscent of a little bird's chirp. It suits you perfectly. |
Pomefiore Student B |
You have such a perfectly mournful profile–the very picture of ephemeral beauty. Surely you're the son of some noble. |
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No, I'm not really... |
Pomefiore Student B |
You most certainly belong here in Pomefiore, the home of elegance. We will all be the best of friends! |
Pomefiore Student A |
Behold, Pomefiore's lounge. The furnishings are most luxurious. Even my home pales in comparison. |
Pomefiore Student B |
The carpets are so elaborate and glossy. I wonder what brand they are. Do you know, Epel? |
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Um, no? |
Pomefiore Student B |
Then do you have a favorite brand? |
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Of CARPET? N-no, I don't think I do? |
Pomefiore Student B |
Ah, so you've risen above the need for brands! Your family must employ a skilled weaver. |
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Ha ha... Ha ha ha... *sigh* |
Pomefiore Student A |
Hm? Where are you going, Epel? |
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I, uh, don't feel so good. I'm going to go get some fresh air. |
Pomefiore Student B |
He's so delicate. There are quite a lot of people here. It must have tired him out. |
Pomefiore Student A |
Poor thing. I imagine he's easily overwhelmed, given his slight frame. He looked pale, too. I do hope he'll be all right. |
Pomefiore Dorm
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Oh? I spy a beautiful papillon resting his wings upon a flower. Judging from the color of your hair and eyes, you must be the freshman Vil mentioned, Epel? |
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What's a "papillon"? And what did he say to you? |
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Bonsoir, Epel. I am Rook Hunt, a junior here. You may refer to me as le Chasseur d'Amour. |
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Lecha-what? |
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Yes, yes! You hold all the potential of a crab apple just beginning to turn red. May I call you Monsieur Pommette? |
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Crab apple?! What in tarnation...! At least compare me to a proper orchard apple! I KNOW apples, and I won't have you– |
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So, Monsieur Pommette! Now that orientation is over, how do you like Pomefiore? It is a beautiful place, yes? |
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What? Yeah, I guess. It's fancy as all get out. And full o' stuck-up snots that're oh-so-cultured. Sooo beautiful. But I don't think I belong here. Me ending up in Pomefiore must've been some mistake. |
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Non, non, do not say such disheartening things. Your soul was made for Pomefiore. I can tell. |
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No, I really don't think it was. |
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Well, let us return to our dormmates! We cannot have you catching a cold out here. |
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I think I'll stick around for a while yet. |
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Are you perhaps bad at socializing? Be not afraid, for I will go with you! |
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Did everything I said to this guy go in one ear and out the other?! |
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Let us be off, Monsieur Pommette. My little crab apple. |
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I told you to stop comparing me to– Are you even listening to me? |
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Oooh, our lovely Pomefiore is the fairest of them all! |
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P-please don't pull! It feels like my arm is going to snap! Rook! ROOK! Let go! Your grip... Wow, you're strong! How are you so strong?! |
M-Macarons (Part Two)
Pomefiore Dorm - Lounge
Pomefiore Student A |
Oh, Epel is back. We were so worried! We didn't want to start the party without you. |
Pomefiore Student B |
Are you feeling better now? The wind must have chilled you to the bone. Come and warm up. |
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Th-thank you. |
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You have already grown so close with the Pomefiore students, despite having just met! Trés bien! |
Pomefiore Student A |
You're the vice housewarden, Rook Hunt! It is an honor to be able to speak with you. |
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What?! He's the vice housewarden? But he's so wei–I mean, unique! |
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Oh? Were you not listening closely to the introductions at orientation, Epel? Naughty, naughty. |
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First the housewarden and now the vice housewarden? Why is everyone here so bizarre? I can't take this. |
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Now please take your seats and feast, all you budding beautés of Pomefiore! The housewarden should be here soon. Make sure to mind your manners and have fun. |
Pomefiore Student B |
This food looks marvelous. And the table settings are gorgeous, too! |
Pomefiore Student A |
Ah, yes, a full-course meal. Just what I'd expect of a noble dorm like Pomefiore. |
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Manners this and noble that... Even when eating, they're all about appearances. Huh? Why is there a bowl full of water? It's a pretty weird-looking cup, but I guess that's just how things are here in Pomefiore. |
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Pomefiore Student A |
Whaaat?! |
Pomefiore Student B |
H-he just drank all the water out of the finger bowl... |
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Totally stale. Blegh. ...Uh, wait. Why's everyone staring at me like that? D-did I do something wrong?! |
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Monsieur Pommette... |
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Yes...? |
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Aha ha ha! You are quite the jokester, drinking all the water meant for washing one's hands! |
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Huh? That wasn't some kind of fancy cup? |
Pomefiore Student A |
Oh, I see. You were trying to dispel the tension. Thank you! |
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Uh, sure, yeah... Ha ha ha... |
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And now do you understand why we place such an emphasis on observing decorum? |
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Ugh... Yeah, I was really close to making a huge embarrassment of myself there. |
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Well, I do not wish to see you get into another such predicament. Allow me to lecture you on table manners! First, take the napkin from your neck. It is certainly cute when worn like a scarf, but it is traditionally situated on the lap. |
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O-okay. I'll start with my soup, then. *slurp* *sluuurp* |
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Non! What are you, an elephant sucking up water? Do not make such loud noises! |
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And you must start from the outside and work inward when a set of knives and forks are presented to you. Follow my example. |
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So I start from the outside, and hold the knife in my right hand and the fork in my left. *sigh* Can't I just use my spoon for everything? |
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Spudlings! |
Pomefiore Student B |
Oof, it's so bright. This light must be...! |
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It's him...! |
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How are you enjoying the welcome party I put together for you? Are you enjoying yourselves in a suitably dignified manner? |
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Vil Schoenheit! |
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That is HOUSEWARDEN to you, Epel Felmier. |
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Ah! |
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So, Rook, how is our little unripe potato doing? |
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You mean Epel? He's doing his best. I was just lecturing him on table manners. |
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I see. Unfortunately, we have far greater problems on our hands. |
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Huh? Why're you scowling at me like that? |
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Fix your posture! |
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Ow! |
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That was just a little something to help straighten you out. Don't be so dramatic. But I suppose that's the sort of unseemly display I should expect from you. Tell me: What is your favorite food, Epel? |
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Ummm, barbecue. Eep! |
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Do my ears deceive me? I could've sworn I heard a word unfit to be spoken in this noble dorm. I will ask you again. As a student of Pomefiore–a dorm founded upon the tenacity of the Fairest Queen–what is your favorite food? |
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Ma... Macarons. Urk! |
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Very good. Now please assume the correct posture, as though you were supping upon your beloved macarons. |
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Why're you holding my head? Man, you've got a strong grip! My head's gonna burst like an apple! Owww! Agh! |
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Gonna burst? I think you mean, "going to burst." Words make the man, you know. When we first met, I believe I instructed you to address me with proper language at all times. |
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My head is going to burst! It hurts! |
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See, Epel? You're learning already. |
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Do not lower your head when eating. Move the food to your mouth, not vice versa. Your face is also too far back. I will hold your jaw to keep it in place for you. |
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Buh nah I cah ee. [But now I can't eat.] |
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Do not show your teeth while eating. |
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Ohay... [Okay...] (I came all this way to Night Raven College to become a strong, cool mage.) (But now the dorm I'm in is full of pushy people who only care about appearances.) (They're gonna make me into the exact opposite of the man I want to be!) Wha's gon hahen hoo hee?! [What's gonna happen to me?!] |
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