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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta had a list of things to do, the last of which was "Find A Dress". She realized as far as priorities went, this one was perhaps a bit ... wrong way round, at least so far as most brides were concerned, but in all honesty, she couldn't quite be arsed about the damn dress. This was a bit tougher to tackle, since Geoffrey could be as elusive

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[legendarymadman]

"If you're here for the audition, you're about a month too early," he says, legs dangling off the edge of the stage and moving his gaze from the grassy hill over to her.

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta forgot about her wedding.

"What!" she demanded, then broke into an easy, fluid sprint that turned into an effortless, graceful one-handed vault to pull herself up onto the stage so she could loom over him.

"What!" she said again.

[legendarymadman]

"You're so intense," says Geoffrey, staring up at her with a little smile on his face. "You haven't missed anything, and I was just making a ballpark estimate. Just thinking it's about time I thought about starting up again. But I'm guessing that's not what you're here for."

[dishabille_mal]

"Oh," she sighed, and sank down to sit on the edge of the stage, "yes, well, I'm feeling a bit tightly strung at the moment. I just had the most mortifying converstaion with Commander Vimes." She dragged her hand back through her hair, then leaned back a little on her palms, locking her arms behind her.

"So what are you leaning toward?"