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It was time yet again to undertake an onerous chore: deciding what to wear for the Feast of Fools. Claudia glowered at her closet, wondering how much trouble she'd get into if she "accidentally" tossed a lighted match inside...after dousing the contents with gasoline. Probably more than she'd care to handle, really. So she merely sighed, strode determinedly forward and dove in. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, or so the saying went.

Two hours later (and with all sorts of clothing scattered everywhere), she'd narrowed the selection to two choices: formal, and ultra-formal. No doubt of which one she was expected to wear; her mother had sent up the latter just the other day, clearly Claudia was to take the hint.

--God, she needed a drink.


[ooc: Claudia Chareut, Nine of Diamonds, Assistant Director of HR and Pierre's half-sister. Info and such is in the journal; feel free to drop in to help out the poor girl's frustration! Also, can has tag?]

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"I'll take care of it." And she would. Just as soon as she got through the oncoming hangover. But Claudia knew she was going to have to start cutting down on the booze, there were other, more constructive ways of handling her stress. But she was a Chareut; nothing was ever wrong.

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"Thank you."

He hesitated a moment, though, inclining his head. "Is there anything I can do to make things easier?" His workload was already obscene, but Silas had never been one to let others suffer if he could help, even if it was to his own detriment.

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Oh, several. But none he'd have the taste for, she was sure. Because assassination was simply so uncouth. It took effort, but Claudia managed to keep her face carefully neutral; Diamonds always reflected dazzlingly, they did.

"It's fine, Sire." Empty platitudes, but the correct responses nevertheless. "You've no need to worry about me." And pity she despised. Regardless of Silas' intentions. Concern was just another form of it, to her.

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He couldn't force help on her, and she'd only resent him if he tried, so he let it go. Smiled and inclined his head to her. "If you need anything, Claudia, you know how to reach me. My job is to oversee all of it and provide aid where I can. Call me and I'll come do what I can."

With that, he was turning to take his leave unless there was anything further. "Thank you for the wine, darling."

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She nodded in return, taking his empty wineglass and setting it aside. "You're welcome, Sire." Though cordial, her tone was unpressing. She wanted nothing more than to find a corner and hide, hopefully forever.