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[private] Reporting Suspicion. [11 Mar 2004|08:01pm] [ mood | stressed ] Have enjoyed a fairly quiet few days. Everyone seems to be preparing for Cats, which I find to be rather dull – however inspired it may be. It looks to be a dull, lifeless production consisting of an entire male cast, wearing outfits that are anything but conventional for Cats. And so I have mostly spent the days fulfilling my responsibilities – mundane chores such as calling regulars and enticing those I consider interested. I did invite professor_rhi to Sunday night’s dinner party, after much thought. She accepted, though did not appear nearly as grateful as the opportunity deserved. Nevertheless, she behaved quite appropriately and cleaned herself up impressively. I never thought someone who spends so much time in an underground hovel could be quite so entertaining. I’m also baffled as to where she acquired such courtly manners. Nevertheless, I am suspicious. She asked me outright if there “was a catch” which I found quite affronting. She also offered me cigarettes repeatedly all evening. She didn’t seem to believe that I found the habit disgusting, suggesting she is perhaps not quite so vague as she would have me suppose. The evening went quite well, on the whole, and I find her company to be far less taxing than that of the majority of the staff here at beds_bishounen.

[public] An Important Request [11 Mar 2004|07:56pm] [ mood | determined ] [ music | Just a Girl - No Doubt ] I would like to thank all the staff for their concern over the behaviour of my maid, Lily. However, she has in fact receded further in to timidity as a result of the inquisitive probing she has faced. May I please ask that she be given some freedom to do her job? Thank you. The musical production appears to be progressing nicely. I am most eagerly anticipating its performance. 6 comments|post comment

[private] Perhaps i should go back to bed. [07 Mar 2004|01:04pm] [ mood | groggy ] I am feeling really quite terrible this morning. Possibly my decision to spend Saturday night alone with my sherry was not such a wise choice. It seems that my habit of… enjoying quality spirits has all but become common knowledge. That semi-literate bartender continually implies that I have a ‘problem,’ and I caught one of those feral animals of lady__phoenix attempting to drag away an empty bottle of bourbon from my apartment. There was a time when Harriet would have stopped me from getting quite so intoxicated. Distracted me, or threatened me, or at least kept me company. Now I really am alone. I was hoping to explain everything to her while I was home in Czech, but she had disappeared. Possibly she was upset over that restraining order I had imposed. I do hope she is managing alright. This new maid I have employed, Lilly, is uncommonly vexing. Such a pale, lifeless thing. Flaccid would be an appropriate term. At least she is not badgering ms_receptionist, though Harriet’s antics were rather amusing. I do miss her. professor_rhi seems to finally be emerging from that dirty basement of hers. Possibly I ought to befriend her and organise a supply of those ‘sober’ cigarettes that are so effective. I wonder if inviting her to accompany me to the Duchess’ dinner party this evening might be wise. She is extraordinarily intelligent – though rather crass, and I hear she lived in Cheapside. I shall consider the idea.

[public] An insight into my Busy Schedule [04 Mar 2004|08:17pm] [ mood | exanimate ] I thought it best to update you all quickly, before I leave for my banquet this evening - particularly since Lady Phoenix has insisted we report punctually on the network. Since returning from The Republic, I have thoroughly enjoyed the surprise party of lady__phoenix - though I must report that the caviar was most disappointing. I have made it my mission of late to incorporate a visit to the Ranch into my routine as often as possible. I do pity those poor inferior copies of men. Figures such as myself must make sacrifices for the less fortunate, despite the cost to ourselves. I made such a sacrifice for Harriet - but in vain. It still hurts me to think of it. post comment

[private] Feeling uneasy [29 Feb 2004|08:45pm] [ mood | confused ] I returned from Czech just in time for lady__phoenix's surprise party. I was lucky to get away then, Daddy becomes increasingly insistent that i remain behind. He pesters me continuously about getting married. He treats me like an old spinster, a failure to the family line. He doesn't understand me at all. I don't believe in love, I don't believe in marriage and I wouldn't believe in children if I could possibly get rid of the evidence. I believe that I will sleep with every attractive person I come across until I'm no longer attractive myself. Then, perhaps, I shall settle down and resign myself to old age. But 24 is not old enough for marriage. I wish Daddy would believe it. Last night's party was... well, truly i'm not sure WHAT it was. I remember being all too friendly with a certain receptionist whom I don't like at all, and having an indepth discussion with professor_rhi about a certain lab assistant. The sort of discussion one does not have in public. Then I remember giggling a lot. It is all a bit embarrassing now, truly. Perhaps I can't hold my drink as well as previously thought. Perhaps the vodka was spiked. Perhaps I should blame it all on regret over Harriet's death.

[public] Perhaps an Early Night is in order [17 Feb 2004|09:48pm] [ mood | peaceful ] After a very eventful birthday, I am feeling quite exhausted. Spent a large portion of the day with Claudia Schnieffelffieffer, who is a lovely, civilised girl - especially considering her lineage. Terrible accent though. Thank you to all those who gave me gifts, it is nice to feel appreciated. Particularly in this difficult time. Though professor_rhi, while i appreciate the thought, I do not sleep in bedsocks. Particularly extra-large mustard coloured bedsocks. lady_newtronica, the flowers were lovely, and i will most certainly be joining you for lunch tomorrow. Also, my deepest apologies to bartender_cait, as i shan't be able to attend your "small get together" due to previous commitments. 1 comment|post comment

[private] Breathing a sigh of relief [15 Feb 2004|08:15pm] [ mood | victorious ] [ music | Amiel - Obsession ] I think i may have saved my reputation. I know the staff were beginning to get suspicious about why i was hiding away in my apartment. I knew i needed a supremely good excuse. But i never thought i could be this brilliant. I told them all that Harriet died of syphilis on New Year's Eve (about the time i sent her on holiday, actually) and that i'm simply respecting a mourning period. They seem to have believed me. lady__phoenix is possibly slightly suspicious, but she's far too much of a recluse to tell anyone. And besides, she has no proof. Valentine's Day was the usual disappointment. Dozens of letters from admirers still wet behind the ears. I'm 24 in 2 days time, and the only person i've ever really cared about... DIDN'T SEND ME A VALENTINE. Absinthe will pay for this. In fact, he already has. I arranged a... meeting... with Dren in the Jungle Room yesterday night after the party. And that man never stops gossiping. Absinthe is probably crying right now. *sigh* I'm so sick of sleeping with younger men. It makes me feel old. I received a letter from Daddy inviting me home for my birthday on Tuesday. I didn't think he knew i was in London. I won't reply - he could probably trace the letter. But i may visit him and Mummy sometime this week. And i simply MUST find myself a new maid. I'm running out of clean clothes.

[public] [15 Feb 2004|07:53pm] [ mood | content ] Well. As i'm sure you all know by now, i have spent the last few months keeping out of the public eye - a mourning period is a necessity for the death of any close acquaintance. Harriet was my maid, and syphilis is such a terrible end for such a young girl as she. Thank you all for your condolences during this difficult time. However, i thought it best to move on, particularly seeing how empty the B&B has been of late. It is my duty, after all, to acquire for our lovely club some new clients. So i re-emerged into public life - and what a fitting day to do so - on Valentine's Day. A contrived occasion, to be sure, but quite an enjoyable one for a figure such as myself. There seems to be a never-ending trial of insipid future-barons and heirs willing to sacrifice all their pride for what they perceive to be a "chance to win my heart." It never ceases to amuse me how this young men (and occasionally women) will concoct the most ridiculous of presents and rhymes in an attempt to stand out from the crowd of infatuated hopefuls. The party was a delight, with an impressive turn-out and a pleasing selection of entrees. The costumes were particularly impressive, and my congratulations go to la_couturiere. 1 comment|post comment

*looks around suspiciously* (private) [28 Jan 2004|02:13pm] [ mood | devious ] [ music | Blue - Angie Hart ] the B&B network has been deserted for weeks. i know we've been busy lately, but it's absurd that even the ladies have not updated. my excuses is quite valid, however. i have been busy being aloof. it sounds ridiculous, of course, but after the height of embarrassment i experienced with Harriet, i found it difficult to even leave my apartment. i'm sure the entire establishment was laughing at me. And so, for the past month i've been hard at work, hiding in my room. I have been keeping out of everyone's way - and it seems like they may have forgotten that moment of horror. Harriet, of course, has been dealt with - i gave her 2 months paid leave and sent her to the Bahamas. i didn't need her around making Fleur continually angry with me. i'll begin updating publically again soon. but i must be delicate - my reputation was seriously at stake. post comment

Still Living in Fear (private) [13 Dec 2003|06:00pm] [ mood | suspicious ] [ music | Greig - The Hall of the Mountain King ] Am behaving in sickeningly nice manner. Hopefully this will prevent any possible blackmail in the short term.

Just to keep you all in the loop. (public) [13 Dec 2003|05:56pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | Vivaldi - Four Seasons ] It is quite a relief to return to London. It’s beginning to feel almost like home. I have spent the last two days, after settling in, assisting Fleur in cleaning up the clutter that collected in her absence, filing, etc. I’m sure she greatly appreciated my assistance. In truth I felt it was my duty, after Harriet’s nail polish made such a mess of her office. It is clear how valuable ms_receptionist is to this establishment. I am considering the idea holding a major social event for the European aristocracy at the B&B. If sebdicortavo assists me in organising the invitations, I’m sure we can create a high enough profile for the occasion. My aim is to entice those nobles who are too suspicious or reluctant to visit the B&B to be forced to do so by social obligation. Possibly a week from Monday would be a suitable date. I hope the Mistresses will inform me if this event would be acceptable. 4 comments|post comment

Apologies for my Swift Departure (public) [09 Dec 2003|08:12pm] [ mood | mellow ] I must indeed apologise for leaving the B&B on such short notice last Thursday, and also for being uncontactable in that time. I was called by an acquaintance on urgent business in Lithuania. A cousin of mine needed some emotional support after the loss of his pet chihuahua, and i felt obligated to supply said support, regardless of my previous personal engagements. If all goes well I will be returning tomorrow evening. As there has been limited updating of the network in my absence, i shall assume the B&B has been uneventful. Yours, Scarlet Elle Hapsburg. post comment

Sulking in Lithuania (private) [09 Dec 2003|07:58pm] [ mood | depressed ] Yes, i admit it, i'm sulking. i will also admit that i left the country to save my pride from what should have been considered a minor incident. possibly i should explain this minor incident. 5 days ago, i received a badly punctuated and crude message from one of the hunters. She had SHOT Harriet with a TRANQUILIZER out on the RANGE. not ONLY this, but she was presumptuous enough to ask ME to go and fetch her. *fumes* so i attempted to find someone who enjoys physical exersion to retrieve the unconscious Harriet. However, with Fleur gone, the entire building is a disorganised mess, and i ended up having to carry my MAID inside by myself. In diamond stilettos and my navy velvet jacket. Not ONLY did i have to carry a disgustingly overweight girl hundreds of metres in a nice outfit, but i suspect i was observed. The thought of being witnessed performing such a task horrified me beyond belief, so i left London within hours. Dragging the slightly groggy and complaining (of course) Harriet with me, to this dreadful, dingy place. So now i'm not talking to Harriet except to issue commands, and spending my days pouting in this hotel room. It's very distressing.

Displeased with everything. (private) [03 Dec 2003|08:53pm] [ mood | cranky ] Dear God. I am shocked, though truly quite amused, by the behaviour of Fleur. To think that Harriet’s meddling could bring her to resign. Possibly it was more the result of my harsh indifference towards her, but if she did not criticise my behaviour in such an icy manner, I would not be inclined to such airs. I find it almost laughable that she would pass up a well paying position such as the one she has. Her social standing is a clear disadvantage to her job prospects, and it’s ridiculous that Fleur does not realise this herself. ‘Receptionist’ is not exactly a shining achievement for a resume. She should understand that being lowly born rules out silly aspirations of glory. In her position, job security is far more important than the state of her pride after the petty bickering she has seen fit to involve herself in. But I have offered my assistance to her, and I will not be surprised when she requires my financial aid. It is lucky for her that I am so compassionate. I’m beginning to consider letting Harriet go. The girl has a pain tolerance level disgracefully low. She is even interfering with my social life. I had finally managed to coax Absinthe into visiting yesterday evening, but he left after only two hours – doubtless because of Harriet’s incessant whining. The most alarming recent event is professor_rhi discovering me acquiring for myself some of her… “sober” cigarettes. If only they came in some other form. Smoking is such a vulgar habit. I’m convinced that she’s too absent-minded to realise the significance of my requirement for a sobering substance at 11am in the morning. Though I think Phoenix may already know. Those cats are simply unnatural.

(public) [03 Dec 2003|08:42pm] [ mood | pensive ] I give a warm welcome to professor_rhi and bartender_cait, venturing into the world of the B&B network for the first time. Though a kind reminder goes to the Professor of the conventions of the English language. If those of us who did not begin to learn the language until age 8 can manage to punctuate correctly, I’m sure an Englishwoman such as you can bring yourself to do so. Harriet’s minor injury has been a major setback to my own recovery, as I have been unable to engage her services for many days now. I have however, managed to regain contact with the French Baron, Felix, that lady_newtronica managed to offend so terribly. Not that she can be blamed, of course, he can be rather tactless. Thankfully he has forgiven her behaviour and will be returning to this lovely institution in two days time. I’m sure ms_receptionist has received his request. ms_receptionist, I must express my deepest regret at your decision to depart. I’m sure you will be able to find new employment by your organisational ability alone. It is a pity you must earn a living to support yourself, especially considering your sensitive temperament in regards to office relations. Fleur, I wish you the best of luck in future. Do contact me if you need assistance in any way. lady__phoenix, I must request that you do not send your cats of odd shades to prowl outside my apartment. I find it quite unsettling. Yours, Scarlet Elle Hapsburg 4 comments|post comment

(private) [29 Nov 2003|01:40pm] [ mood | determined ] I never want to be sick again. I thought I would die. The doctor said it was simply a cold, but he was clearly not knowledgable of Swiss ailments. No one could possibly feel so violently ill with a simple cold. lady_newtronica was indeed a delight to spend the week with. Although it was rather exhausting to keep her pleased. I’m truly terrified of offending her – it is only she who knows how I ended up in this place, how I escaped my father. And by no means do I trust her to keep it to herself. She may be pleasant company, but that has little impact on her ability to blackmail. I haven’t been able to contact Absinthe. Poor thing probably thinks I have abandoned him. Harriet is currently locating his home address, however, so he shall soon know that I seek him. I’m actually quite excited about the evening of the 6th. I have some cunning (yet sophisticated) plans for those boys… post comment

the long awaited return (public) [29 Nov 2003|01:39pm] [ mood | recovered ] Well it has indeed been a long time since I last updated this nifty little diary. Having caught some nasty little virus in Switzerland, I thought it best to recover fully before I engaged in anything too strenuous. It was lovely in Switzerland, however, and more lovely still since lady_newtronica was kind enough to accompany me there. We visited many of my relatives (rather tedious, however necessary) and returned home with a vast array of chocolate. It ispleasant to be back in London, this apartment not withstanding. It may be small, but it least I’m able to find Harriet whenever I have need of her. Though I gather she has been causing mischief for ms_receptionist during my illness. Also, would it be possible to book a room through the network system? If so, ms_receptionist should note my request for the Jungle Room on the night of the 6th of December. I’d also like to reserve the clones of Tasuki and Sanosuke for that evening. Let me know if there’s a problem, won’t you? 4 comments|post comment

unimpressed (public) [15 Nov 2003|08:47pm] [ mood | sulking ] [ music | Sixpence none the richer - kiss me ] well. it never ceases to amaze me how disorganised this establishment can be. i've only just returned to London this evening, and now i discover that our entire network will be done for a week. disgraceful. i was reminded last monday night why i hate politics so very much. attended that gathering which i discussed earlier, to discover that Daddy had been invited. Typical of the London Government, to invite German aristocrats to meetings just for show. and oh course, he found a reason to drag me back to Leipzig for 4 WHOLE DAYS. it was terribly boring. i did manage to find a dozen or so more cutomers for the B&B, which was truly the ONLY interesting part of my week. oh, except for afternoon tea. Daddy knows how much i love entrees. i think i shall spend the next week in Switzerland. London is so depressing, particularly when i have no network access. post comment

much put out. (private) [10 Nov 2003|06:46pm] [ mood | cranky ] [ music | Jewel - Foolish Games ] My life is as good as over. My reputation has been ruined by that bitch Fleur. Not only did she witness my departure with Absinthe night before last, but she also knew exactly where we were going. And no doubt she knows very well what we did. I despise her and her observant, organised nature. Brunch this morning, in which I expected to be congratulated on my wonderful success as ambassador, was spend reprimanding me for my “blatantly suggestive behaviour.” Personally I think she’s just jealous. *flounces* I can only HOPE she keeps her opinions to herself. I MUST remain a mystery to these commoners. They can only guess at the real reasons I’m working for them, or my real nature. Should lady_newtronica, for example, discover how willing I was to sleep with a band member... God, my behaviour was no better than that of a GROUPIE. I’m determined to never drink champagne again. I’m beginning to hate this place. The hunters are both so vulgar, the seamstress doesn’t even speak Italian, fleur... well, I suspect she thinks she is as well-accomplished as myself, which is nonsense. lady__phoenix is interested in clone rights of all things, and I find her to be excruciatingly boring. And I KNOW I must hold respect for lady_newtronica, and she certainly is refined, but I can’t say I trust her. Harriet is the only one who understands. I told ms_receptionist that I was in fact planning on pursuing a relationship with Absinthe, of course. And I truly would like to do so. I’m rather fond of him. I must make inquiries. Meanwhile, I’ll be late for the event this evening if I delay much longer.

Feeling much refreshed (public) [09 Nov 2003|07:58pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] [ music | Everything - M2M ] After a pleasant and relaxing day, I regretfully have to engage in something useful tomorrow. News has reached me of a gathering of politicians tomorrow evening. Although I despise political matters on principle, there will be several important clients present, as well as many potential clients for the future. I’m sure last night will be discussed, and word spread of our lovely association, therefore it is crucial that I attend to assess how our opening was received. It shall be a terrible evening. Mark my words, they won’t even serve caviar. I suspect it would be advantageous for another member of the staff to accompany me – are there any volunteers? I will also take my usual assemblage of attractive men, as they seem to not only give me credence, but also heighten my enjoyment considerably. I’m sure I can wrangle an invite for myself and my ensemble before tomorrow. Though in some ways I almost desire that I was unable to do so. In other news, I have spoken at length with lady__phoenix about last night. It seems my role as ambassador (or for the less than couth, “pimp”) of the B&B is much less urgent after the success of opening night. Perhaps it will be possible to pursue my relationship with Absinthe further. We shall see. Also, many thanks to ms_receptionist, who has given me another apartment in which to store my extensive wardrobe, and for Harriet to sleep (her snores do tend to aggravate in time). I am extremely grateful. Yours, Scarlet Elle Hapsburg. 11 comments|post comment

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