Room 512, early Saturday afternoon

[bookyeve]

The girl on the bed in room 512 awoke and stretched, yawning, and looking around with bleary eyes at all the papers and pens and scrolls and ink spread around the room. "Goodness." She tilted her head to study the other girl asleep on the window-seat, and then glanced down at herself, frowning.

"I'm Roman?"

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[ladycfitzgerald]

The girl in the window seat yawned and stirred as well, taking in the sight of her attire. "Clearly," she said in carefully enunciated tones, "we both are. Obviously you must be some sort of scribe, or poet, and I must be . . . well, I'm royal, clearly."

[bookyeve]

The girl in the bed gave the redhead a dubious look, then got up, nearly tripping over her robes. "Well, I'm clearly not royalty." She frowned down at the papers, then said in Latin, "I sing of arms and the man... Yes, definitely Roman," she agreed. "And oh, it's all about a Queen, named Dido. Perhaps that's you?"

[ladycfitzgerald]

The girl in the window seat, having just caught a glimpse of her own bright red hair reflected in the glass and deciding that clearly this was a sign of royalty, turned up her nose and gave a haughty sniff. "Of course it is," she decided immediately. "Which means that you must be our biographer, does it not? We presume this means you are a brilliant poet, for no inferior wordsmith could be trusted to properly convey our glory."

[bookyeve]

"Certainly, Your Majesty." Evie tried to bob a curtsey while not rolling her eyes, and ended up almost tripping into the table again. "Oooo, it's quite thrilling. All about Aeneas? I wonder where he is?" She read a little further, and turned pink. "Oh, dear. Well. No loss there, really, Your Majesty! I'm sure you've found someone much kinder by now. We just haven't written that part down yet."

She started scanning the pages, hoping to find her own name, and frowned. "Virgil? That's a boy's name!"

[irulan_atreides]

She was wandering around the floors and decided to return to her room. She paused. Problem: She could not remember her rooms. So she entered the first room she found.

"Hello. Is this my room?"

[bookyeve]

"Hullo? No! It's the quarters of Dido, Queen of Carthage, and myself, Gabrielle Virgil. Her scribe and bard," Evie said proudly, then gave the girl a puzzled glance. "Are you lost?"

[irulan_atreides]

She nodded, "I think I am and... I don't even know who I am! Do you know who I am?"

[bookyeve]

"I don't, I'm sorry, we just arrived here. From Carthage. It's quite a ways away," Gabrielle said sympathetically. "You poor thing! Would you like to come in? Perhaps have a sweet? There's some little hard cakes here, they're quite tasty, it may help."