FISH ARE FRIENDS, NOT FOOD! (Margie)

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine was laying on her stomach on the bed, kicking her feet and staring into the fish bowl that she had gotten for Christmas from the secret Santa gift exchange. Inside of the fish bowl, Flounder, Scuttle, and Sebastian were swimming about happily. She liked to sit there and watch them, making silly faces at them from time to time. They reminded her of the aquarium, which she missed very much now that it was closed for the winter season. She was scheduled to start back up again in March, which was only a few months away, but it was still rather boring not having as much to do during her days.

She sighed and then rolled over onto her back, her head tilted so that she was now staring upside down at the fishbowl, and then she planted her feet on the bed with her knees bent and facing up toward the ceiling. “Well then, Flounder, what do you think that we should do today?” The one which was Flounder picked up a pebble from the bottom of the bowl and spit it out, hitting the glass and causing a little plink sound.

Christine laughed. “I know. I know. Hold on... I'm not sure that Scuttle and Sebastian are ready to eat yet.” She rolled back onto her stomach with a smile and put her face up to the glass bowl on the side where Flounder was, and made a fish face with her lips, staring at Flounder with wide blue eyes, almost as if she were a fish herself. The door of the room was left wide open (she had a terrible habit of doing that unless she was specifically trying to keep someone out) and anyone passing by in the hall could have easily seen her, really.

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite was exploring the dormitories today. It was cold out, so exploring the halls seemed like a good option. She smiled to herself as she let her thoughts wander. There were all sorts of people up here, apparently. From what she'd heard from Érik, that Christine girl lived up here too. Good. The farther away from her precious husband, the better.

Marguerite saw an open door ahead and couldn't help but to peek in a little. There was a woman making cutesy fish faces at her pet fish. She couldn't help but smile and giggle a little at the funny faces the woman was making. The woman would've heard her giggle, but that was alright. Marguerite thought perhaps she could find a friend in this woman.

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine Svenna rather enjoyed the company of her three pet goldfish, particularly that of Flounder. She found he was good to talk to. Sometimes it almost seemed as if he could even respond to her. It was a lot better than sitting there and talking to herself. After all, when you talk to yourself, people start to think that you're absolutely crazy!

However, as she sat there talking to, and making faces at Flounder, she heard a giggle that caused her to jump. She rolled over to her side and looked over to the door in order to see a blonde woman peering into her room. She furrowed her brow a bit, looking at her and wondering who she was, before she finally bothered to address her. “Hello? Can I help you with something?”

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite stepped into view in the threshold of the door. "I apologize for the intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice your interactions with your adorable little fish. I've only ever had one pet, and it's a fish. But it's not a very nice fish. Not the sort that most would like, to be honest." She smirked. Fish. She giggled a little at her own joke.

"Marguerite DuBois, by the way." Marguerite curtsied a little bit out of courtesy for the woman. "I didn't mean to interrupt, if you'd prefer me to be on my way..."

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

The woman stepped into the room. She'd never seen her before in the Manor, but then again, she knew that there were quite a few people there she didn't know very well. She'd seen many of them at the bacheloerette party, and at the wedding, and at the Christmas Eve party, and even at the Masquerade ball. While she didn't know her, she was quite happy to meet another fish lover.

“Oh? Aren't they wonderful animals? What's your fish like? I'm Christine. Christine Svenna Daaé. Nice to meet you, Marguerite. And it's fine. You can some in. Flounder and I could use someone else to talk to.” She added this last part with a little chuckle.

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite walked in and sat on the bed next to Christine. "It's very nice to meet you!" She put a smile on her face, happy that the girl was so nice. "My fish is actually rather mean. She's a bit of a grouch, too." Marguerite nodded with her words. It was true, the Siren could be grouchy at times...

Crossing her legs, Marguerite leaned back onto the bed with her hands. "Your fish are really adorable. Where did you get them? The village?"

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

“Someone gave them for me for Christmas,” Christine Svenna piped up happily, “at the Secret Santa gift exchange. Aren’t they just the cutest things you’ve ever seen?” She really did love them, very much, and couldn’t have asked for a better gift from the exchange… Well, other than the one that’s he had received from her childhood friend just outside, but that was special even if it hadn’t been for Christmas.

She giggled when the other woman said that her fish could be a grouch sometimes. “Awww, that’s no good,” she teased. “Maybe it’s just cranky because it’s hungry. Flounder here complains a bit when he hasn’t eaten yet.”