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Penelope "Poppy" Therese Buchanan

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sempsds​:

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margaritaxromanova​:

Margarita was twenty eight, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel like partying. She didn’t want a ball, she didn’t want a cake, she didn’t want to dance she didn’t want anything- not when so much was still happening. How could she even think about throwing a party? Not to mention, her funds were running low all the while the legalities of her disownment were being worked on. A little bit longer, and she’d actually need a job.

So she found herself in the Lilac, nursing a half empty glass of wine. This was so unlike her, even Maggie had no idea how to act. “You know, I’m dreading the day when I turn thirty.” She spoke to the person nearby, finally picking up her glass. “If this is how I celebrate my twenties, I’ll be in bed by eight in a couple years.”

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The Lilac had become a sort of solace for Poppy over the past few weeks following the avalanche. After some of her things had been ruined, she found herself desperately needing the escape. So went her now familiar perch on a barstool. 

“Don’t remind me, mine’s coming up as well,” she commented, her arms folding in front of her. “But the bed by eight idea, it’s not so bad. Especially when you’re up early.”

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lillianaxcarlisle​:

Lilli nodded, understanding as she went towards the utility closet. “If its him, then you have to get rid of him,’ she called out as she started looking around, though her original answer was to actually kill the colleague. But she shrugged as she kept looking, moving things around. “You said this army knife thing is black?” she asked as she picked up a black looking army knife. 

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“It’s not up to me, unfortunately, though I sometimes wish it was,” Poppy answered a little ruefully. Giuseppe was a decent worker, even if he was a bit of a loner versus a team player. She smoothed things out of her way and perked up at the question. “It’s black, yes, but that’s just a pocketknife. This one will be a little bit smaller than that and have a white emblem on it. It’ll say ‘Penelope’.”

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thomasadley​:

Thomas had been on his way back to his room after lunch when he stopped in his tracks by a rather upset voice.

The blank stare he’d given her had probably given away the fact that he had absolutely no idea what the woman was talking about, but for good measure, he said; “I honestly wouldn’t know them even if I’d seen them, I’m sorry.”

“I could help you retrace your steps?” he offered. “Where did you last see them?”

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“That might be a big help, thank you. I’ve got a co-worker who likes to use my stuff without asking and then refrains from returning it. I’m hoping it’s the case because these tools are a pain to replace.” And she’d be footing the bill. While it didn’t seem like much, Poppy was a rather frugal person. Whatever didn’t need to be spent went into savings. 

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giodmarco​:

“I get that love is supposed to be this grand thing that people will fight for but I don’t understand letting other’s fight your battles for it. The people who will actually go into the war are the ones putting their lives on the lines. Seems selfish to me.” Or that could be because his whole family was in the military and if Italy went into this somehow he could possibly lose someone to a war fought over love. Another reason to hate it. Gio looked at her, his lips raising slightly. “So you’re an important woman then.”

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“That’s exactly it. Sometimes, you have to put other people first. I honestly would have given up my loved one if it meant so many others could keep theirs. Isn’t part of being a ruler that you need to make sacrifices?” she couldn’t help but point out. The statement of being important made her chuckle. “I doubt they even remember me unless something broke. I’m not the only one here and I doubt I’m memorable.”

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lillianaxcarlisle​:

“You’re welcome,” Lilliana said as she started looking for the tools. She heard the description as she kept looking. “Where did you last saw them?” she asked her as she moved a couple things around and putting them right back. Lilliana herself sometimes loses things and doesn’t remember where she put things before she puts her hands on them.

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“I have a colleague with a nasty habit of taking my tools without asking and not giving them back. I have half a mind to believe it’s him,” she answered with an aggravated sigh. Fucking Giuseppe. If it wasn’t one thing with him, it was another. “I feel like I last saw them in the utility closet.”

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fmkonig​:

Frédéric tapped the cover of the book he’d been reading, a somewhat dull history of the castle and surrounding village, then looked up at the woman. “This somewhat embellished history, for one, and a general knowledge of historical Russian domestic policies and the notoriously fickle,” that was putting it mildly, “temperments of past tsars. I’d say banishment is not out of the question.” 

“Ten years?” this surprised him, he couldn’t think of a single reason one would want to stay in such a remote place for so long. Family, he supposed, might do it for some. “Perhaps you have already been banished, then.” 

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“Where you there when these things happened in order to refute these claims?” she asked with an amused twitch of her lips. People often took these sorts of things to heart. “Or are you a vampire? But in all honesty, a lot of history books embellish things. Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” 

“I go where my job takes me. Once I’ve served my purpose, I’m off to travel.” Poppy didn’t often speak of these plans, but she was of the mindset that traveling often inspired others. “But I’m welcome where I was raised. What about you? You speak of banishment as though you’ve had the experience.”

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lillianaxcarlisle​:

“A one hand trekker pocketknife? Screwdriver?” Lilliana repeated, confusion coming over her face. She was just walking her dog Liam when she heard the question. She didn’t even know what those things were, but she had no idea where those things were. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what those things are. But I don’t mind finding them.” 

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“Yeah, it’s like an Army knife. Multi-tool. It helps to have that sort of thing, but it seems to have grown legs and walked away. It’s black,” Poppy explained. Her hands rested on her hips. “I can’t really do my job without them. I’d appreciate the help, honestly.”

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handydandycasper​:

Casper was in his own little world as he waltz through the castle, heading from one job to another. He was currently focusing on what the next three jobs would likely have in store for him, and the fact that he would probably have to rush to make it back to his room in time to shower before meeting Solveig for dinner in the staff dining room. She hated it when he was late, which he somehow usually ended up being.

Hearing the voice he ground to a halt and blinked his way back into reality, turning to find Poppy looking rather distraught. As she described the items missing his brow furrowed, at least one of them sounded very familiar and he racked his brains trying to pin point it. “The pocketknife… I know it was somewhere. I can see the hand waving around… oh!” Casper brightened, flashing a smile at the other. “Giuseppe had it! I think he was going to the staff lounge for lunch. I can come help you get it back if you want?” 

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“Oh, God, I could kill him,” Poppy muttered under her breath with a shake of her head. How many times had she told Giuseppe to leave her tools alone? And for this very reason. Now she had to cope with either buying new tools or having to hunt hers down and keep her pocketknife on her person like she had done once before. 

“Would you mind terribly helping me? I’m going to have to have a talk with him. Again. About boundaries, personal ownership, and how he’s going to eventually get my foot up his arse.” 

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A tool couldn’t grow legs and simply walk out of her toolbox, could it?

Poppy had spent the better part of her week looking for her multi-use screwdriver, as well as her pocketknife. If it was someone’s idea of a sick joke, she certainly wasn’t laughing. If it was someone who had borrowed the tools without asking and/or lost the items, she certainly would give them a stern talking-to. She hadn’t come to realize just how much she’d grown to depend on said tools until they weren’t in her possession. 

“Excuse me, do you have a moment to help a girl out? I seem to have lost my One-Hand Trekker pocketknife and my multi-use screwdriver. I keep them both close by and they’ve disappeared. Some people have a nasty habit of borrowing without asking and forgetting to return them. If you do, you’ll have my eternal gratitude,” she almost begged someone walking by.

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akanesource​:

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huntercrawfcrd​:

“Oh, right,” shoot, he had definitely forgotten that the avalanche would have probably damaged the pipes, and drinking water straight from the sink wouldn’t be an option. “Though I guess you could say I’m hoping to find a freezer, or somewhere they might store water bottles,” there had to be people out there who urged to have a sip of water after eating sweet things, right?

Hunter had learned about compassion, empathy, and all the other qualities that would make for a great ruler. But one had to know when to use them, and when to ignore them. This was time for the latter. Picking up the bottle, he took two large swigs before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” he told her as a soft chuckle emerged from his throat, the alcohol warming its way down instantly.

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Her golden-brown eyes glimmered in amusement despite the situation. After all, how could she not find the humor in all of this? Poppy leaned down to scoop a few wood chips into the stove sitting in the kitchen. “I believe there are some in the office there. I’m going to attempt to build a fire in here. Would you mind seeing about some duct tape?” 

There were tools she kept on her person and one was a lighter. Another was a pocket knife. At least if they were in the chocolate shop, they would be able to drink some bourbon to keep warm. “It’ll be our secret, no?” she mused.

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fmkonig​:

when: mid afternoon where: tatishchev library  who: open

He liked the quiet that came with libraries, for a moment he could almost imagine he was back in Zurich, or Geneva - somewhere he and his sister belonged instead of this isolated liability. The selection here wasn’t even that horrible, although his stubbornness would never permit him to admit such a thing to anyone else. Really, Frédéric was killing time, which seemed to be something he would have to do a lot of here. Maybe the looming conflict between the Netherlands & Russia would be a welcome distraction… 

“Lurking is punishable by banishment in this part of the world,” he did not look up, merely scowled as the shadow of another person fell across the text he was reading, blocking the light. “Which, if you ask me, is quite generous.” 

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“I don’t know where you got your information, but I’m afraid it’s a bit incorrect.” Poppy hadn’t meant to lurk, but she happened to be in a similar area to where the prince sat. There had been an electrical fix-it book she’d had her eye on in a similar are, but it was clear she was close. “I’ve lurked around here for nigh on a decade and I still have yet to be banished.”

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giodmarco​:

“I mean, the Trojan War was pretty epic. I can’t think of anymore off the top of my head that started because of a romance but honestly, it just seems silly.” Of course, he’d never really been in love himself either. At least, not that he knew of. So the idea of taking innocent lives in battle over the fact that two people wanted to get married was something he couldn’t grasp. Gesturing for the bartender to bring her a drink, Gio turned back to her and sighed. “You know either of the princes pretty well?”

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Poppy could see the selfishness on one side, but the concept of true love was something worth fighting for. Truly. Apparently. “It feels selfish, but we only know what we’ve been told, no?” she pointed out. Her own need to look out for others’ best interests kept her from allowing others to die for her desires. “I’ve worked for the Russian crown for over a decade. I’m not intimately familiar with either, unfortunately. I’m just the woman who helps fix things that break.”

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nonprincesslike​:

“That actually sounds like perfect weather, not too cold, not too hot. Light jacket weather is my jam. I’m just hoping this snow doesn’t last until Autumn, I’m far from being a snow bunny.” The redhead laughed lightly. She was just so over being super cold. “It is always beautiful here regardless of the weather.”

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“It’s nice. Sort of like April 25th from that one movie. Name escapes me at the moment. The flowers blooming are really beautiful. It’s a sight truly to behold.” Though Poppy was reticent to give up the location of her favorite place. More so, refused to give it up. Her peace was her peace.

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giodmarco​:

“I wish I could…” No he didn’t. “But I’ve probably heard all the same things you have at this point. Something about the Dutch prince and the former Russian princess wanting to be together and Russia has their panties in a twist over it. Why that’s worthy of war is beyond me.” He grabbed his drink and took a sip before continuing. “I’ve even heard that the Netherlands set up their crown for this. Like, how much bullshit can a prince take? I’m just glad I’m not in that line of work.” He paused before holding up his own glass. “You want a drink?”

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“Ah, love. An all-time annoying reason to start wars. That’s how all the great ones start, yeah? A bloody romance.” Though Poppy had never loved anyone enough to willingly go to war for them. Alexei had been poor timing, to say the least, and they weren’t able to end up as anything but good friends. In the long run, it worked. “I’m always down for a drink. We’re going to need it.”