While times and standards of appearance may change over the years, and my knowledge is quite dated to the majority of the City, there are certain standards of beauty that are eternal and yet sadly lacking in the majority of the population. Fortunately, these are things that are easily changed.

Without further ado,

Emma Woodhouse's Guide to being ( Read more... )

I believe that I have sulked long enough. It is not in my nature to be idle. Therefore, I am embarking on a new project: improvements to the Welcome Center. Miss Penny, if I may be permitted to call upon you later today, I would like to discuss these improvements.

[Private :: Easily Hackable]Perhaps the biggest improvement to this City would be a ( Read more... )

[on fliers posted all around the City]

You would not leave your finances to chance -- why would you leave your heart? Let Emma Woodhouse, matchmaker extraordinaire, assist you in securing your heart's desire and lead you down the path towards matrimonial bliss. Whether you do not know how to secure the love of your life, or you do not even know ( Read more... )

[voice]

[Emma tries to sound dignified, but she mostly sounds flustered and indignant.]

Where I am from, men would never dream of taking such liberties with respectable women, regardless of "tradition."

And if you are going to be traditional, one must remove a berry for every kiss, and the kisses cease once the berries are removed. The deities, ( Read more... )

[failed filter to Connor now fixed filter to Connor ( Read more... )

[voice post :: failed private]

[Emma is trying to sound cheerful, but a slight tremble in her voice gives her away.]I believe I am forced to accept that this place is, in some manner, real. How such things can exist, I do not know, but I can no longer delude myself into believing that I am dreaming ( Read more... )

[accidental voice post]

Really, Father, you must let the children have some of the cake! It's a wedding! I'm sure they do not normally eat cake at home. Look at what fine, healthy young children they are.

[silence]

Father?

Father!

Mr. Weston!

Miss Taylor?

[A longer silence as Emma thinks.]

When did I fall asleep?

[Emma, dressed business-like but fashionable, looks at herself in the mirror, not aware that the Network is recording.]

These clothes are surprisingly comfortable.

[ooc: Emma switched with an OOC and now looks disconcertingly like Pepper, in case anyone wants to WTF?]

I suppose I should count myself lucky that I have escaped the City's "curses" for so long. And, as far as curses go, I suppose this is relatively benign.

Still, it is quite difficult to coordinate dress when one does not know what color your skin is going to be.

( Private :: Now Unhackable )