part 51 remembers those moments like yesterday

[aphanon_meme]

It seems like just yesterday that we were 50 parts old... ahh, memories. Haha. Well. That was a fun part, I think! Tomorrow - for me, anyway, it's already tomorrow for some people - is 9/9/09! That's so neat. Is 9 good luck or bad luck? Hmm. Well. Anyway. Please enjoy part 51~

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[reine_deficit]

[intensely focused on trying to embroider an M on a small pillow]

[it is not going very well]

[reine_deficit]

Oh, who are you doing that for?

[reine_deficit]

[frowns - this is harder than I thought]

[sigh]

Myself. I wanted to try to sew something...

[notnotawesome]

Why an M?

[reine_deficit]

[looks up and gives a small smile] for Marie, of course!

[notnotawesome]

You should do one of A!

[reine_deficit]

A would be lovely, too... but [looks down at the current mess that is the pillow] the M is hard enough!

Though maybe I could do another pillow with A, for Antoinette...

[notnotawesome]

For what now?

Well if you're gonna do the M anyway, you might as well finish E, R, I, C, and another A too!

[reine_deficit]

[blinks and looks up]

Ah... Monsieur America, is it?

The M is for Marie, not for America...

[notnotawesome]

But America would look so much nicer!

[reine_deficit]

But why would I want it to say America, if I'm--

[shakes head, laughing]

Never mind, monsieur. I suppose you would think it stood for America, regardless.

[notnotawesome]

Why wouldn't you?!

[reine_deficit]

[blinks]

Because I'm not American, nor would I want my personal pillow cushion to represent America! considering your revolution was partly responsible for some of Frances debts back then...

[notashvibzik]

[watches over your shoulder curiously]

[reine_deficit]

[pauses and looks up and behind at you]

Hmm? Oh, bonjour, little darling... who are you?

[notashvibzik]

[blinks - hey, she must be French! This would be a good chance to practice her French so Monsieur Gilliard could stop calling her lazy.] Bonjoor, madame, je m'apele Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov de la Russie! [grins, even though she totally butchered that.] Et voos?