[Introduction: Aornis Hades]
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desperatefansThursday Next. That wretched woman. That's the first name Aornis Hades thinks of when she arrives in the mansion.
CHAPTER ONE: ONE WEEK AGO
After the failed - literal - mess that the Dream Topping threat ended up being, Aornis decided it was best to flit off to Paris for a while to distract herself with yet another round of Crimean War peace talks. After all, what's a girl to do to make herself feel better when she can't end the world? The peace talks were boring and repetitive, a rehash of past talks, but the people in attendance were important. More importantly, rich.
CHAPTER TWO: ONE DAY AGO
Aornis "borrowed" a pass to an exclusive Gucci event and it was phenomenal, though very unfortunate that the evening had to end the way it did; it was always so difficult to get bloodstains out of white silk.
CHAPTER THREE: TWO HOURS AGO
The morning following the Gucci event, she woke up with a spectacular hangover. It throbbed in her temples and she popped some paracetamol while cursing the fact that she was already running late for her return flight to London. Not the best start to her day1. --shit. Not again. She flipped off the advertisement that played on her "borrowed" footnoterphone (well, lifted off a Jurisdiction agent along with an ID badge, but details details).
CHAPTER FOUR: THE PRESENT
Aornis looks up from examining her nails and discovers that she's suddenly taken a wrong turn on the way to her gate in Charles de Gaulle Airport. She's in the lobby of a beautiful – hotel? home? Parisian buildings don't normally look like this. "Shit," she mutters to herself, doubling back and holding the front door open. She notices the beautiful, placid lake with barely a ripple disturbing it. The clear blue sky. Her gaze swings back to the main lobby of the mansion with not a speck of dust anywhere, a perfect paint job on the walls, and some wonderfully curated bookshelves off to the side that her gaze slides over when she tries to read some of the titles..
"Fuck," she says, a little louder. Does the Prose Portal still exist? That's her first thought. Her second thought is: Thursday Next. That wretched woman. That's the first name Aornis Hades thinks of when she arrives in the mansion. That bitch has somehow discovered a way to trap Aornis in a book.
She needs to think for a second. If anyone comes across her now, they will find a quite attractive but otherwise fairly nondescript blonde woman standing in the mansion lobby reapplying her lipstick in her compact mirror. She is dressed well, has a Gucci shopping bag dangling from one arm, and frankly, she looks annoyed.
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CHAPTER ONE: ONE WEEK AGO
After the failed - literal - mess that the Dream Topping threat ended up being, Aornis decided it was best to flit off to Paris for a while to distract herself with yet another round of Crimean War peace talks. After all, what's a girl to do to make herself feel better when she can't end the world? The peace talks were boring and repetitive, a rehash of past talks, but the people in attendance were important. More importantly, rich.
CHAPTER TWO: ONE DAY AGO
Aornis "borrowed" a pass to an exclusive Gucci event and it was phenomenal, though very unfortunate that the evening had to end the way it did; it was always so difficult to get bloodstains out of white silk.
CHAPTER THREE: TWO HOURS AGO
The morning following the Gucci event, she woke up with a spectacular hangover. It throbbed in her temples and she popped some paracetamol while cursing the fact that she was already running late for her return flight to London. Not the best start to her day1. --shit. Not again. She flipped off the advertisement that played on her "borrowed" footnoterphone (well, lifted off a Jurisdiction agent along with an ID badge, but details details).
CHAPTER FOUR: THE PRESENT
Aornis looks up from examining her nails and discovers that she's suddenly taken a wrong turn on the way to her gate in Charles de Gaulle Airport. She's in the lobby of a beautiful – hotel? home? Parisian buildings don't normally look like this. "Shit," she mutters to herself, doubling back and holding the front door open. She notices the beautiful, placid lake with barely a ripple disturbing it. The clear blue sky. Her gaze swings back to the main lobby of the mansion with not a speck of dust anywhere, a perfect paint job on the walls, and some wonderfully curated bookshelves off to the side that her gaze slides over when she tries to read some of the titles..
"Fuck," she says, a little louder. Does the Prose Portal still exist? That's her first thought. Her second thought is: Thursday Next. That wretched woman. That's the first name Aornis Hades thinks of when she arrives in the mansion. That bitch has somehow discovered a way to trap Aornis in a book.
She needs to think for a second. If anyone comes across her now, they will find a quite attractive but otherwise fairly nondescript blonde woman standing in the mansion lobby reapplying her lipstick in her compact mirror. She is dressed well, has a Gucci shopping bag dangling from one arm, and frankly, she looks annoyed.
1Attention all Swindon BookWorld Shakespeare Outlet shoppers! For a limited time only, all miniature sized Hamlet busts are two for the price of one!! TWO Hamlet busts for the price of ONE! With the 838th BookWorld Awards right around the corner, could our beloved Prince of Denmark be a dark horse in the race against Heathcliff for Most Troubled Romantic Lead?? Show your Hamlet support by purchasing a bust for both your home and your office today!
