Okay: The year is 1912. You've just received word that your eldest brother was among the 1,500 souls to perish on the Titanic. You pretend to cry, but really you're geeked. Now all you have to do is marry some distant relation and the family manor will be yours. You put on your finest Paul Poiret get up and go the Lake Country to win your second cousin's heart.
You hate this man. Or do you? The suspenders are kind of working. No, you do hate him. That's okay. You have a plan. You marry him in a small ceremony. Costume change! You board a train to Sarajevo. Another costume change! Now you've infiltrated the Black Hand and use your guiles to convince them to assassinate Archduke Franz Ferdinand. They fuck it up, so you have to do it yourself. You've triggered WWI.
Your husband enlists. You blackmail his commanding officers to ensure that he is labeled a deserter after his death at the Somme. The manor is now effectively yours.
BUT WAIT! Guess who's back? It's your stupid fucking brother. He survived the Titanic after all and has returned to England to fight for God and country. He brings along his fast talking New Yorker wife. Now it's just you and the wife in the manor. You find that you share a love of archeology. You travel to Chile together. Another costume change!
And then some mummy stuff. You probably kiss. The wife, not the mummies. You can fill in the rest.
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You hate this man. Or do you? The suspenders are kind of working. No, you do hate him. That's okay. You have a plan. You marry him in a small ceremony. Costume change! You board a train to Sarajevo. Another costume change! Now you've infiltrated the Black Hand and use your guiles to convince them to assassinate Archduke Franz Ferdinand. They fuck it up, so you have to do it yourself. You've triggered WWI.
Your husband enlists. You blackmail his commanding officers to ensure that he is labeled a deserter after his death at the Somme. The manor is now effectively yours.
BUT WAIT! Guess who's back? It's your stupid fucking brother. He survived the Titanic after all and has returned to England to fight for God and country. He brings along his fast talking New Yorker wife. Now it's just you and the wife in the manor. You find that you share a love of archeology. You travel to Chile together. Another costume change!
And then some mummy stuff. You probably kiss. The wife, not the mummies. You can fill in the rest.
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What's your favorite Halloween costume you've ever worn?
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Bloody Mary. It's a fun look to play with. What about you?
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Um. Do you know what Mundane Halloween is?
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I do, as a matter of fact! Such a clever concept.
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One time I went as 'A girl who hates her bangs but is being really brave about it.' And I committed. Boy, did I commit. :/