Margaret A. Pye

Personal Memories and Travels

10 Mar

The Character Wardrobe Meme - 8 & 9 for Margaret

From here.

8. A party outfit

(Source: Kassandra Leigh and Myself

9. Date night threads

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03 Feb

Anonymous asked: Drink Me. -LS

necromanticmobster:

margaretapye:

necromanticmobster:

margaretapye:

The bartender lined up the shots on the counter, giving each girl an odd look before turning away to complete another other.  Margaret grabbed the nearest shot and drank it quickly, enjoying the burn of the drink and it’s following sweetness.

“Aye, lady, ti’s not a diffucult thing to get aløng with Citizens in the Æmpire, yeh just need to not murder like yeh do.  Some Citizens actually like their heads quïte where they belong, ¿donchaknow?”  She raised a glass and grinned, then held it out for the bartender to refill.

"And those would be the ones actually using them.” Lizbit took the remaining shot, trying to mask a grimace as she swallowed. It burned far worse than any of her usual drinks and the sweetness after did little to make up for it. “Do I even want to know what that was?” she asked gingerly as she, too, held her glass out for a refill, though asking for vodka instead when the bartender came over. “Besides, they’d be staying where they were if I had any use for ‘em.”

"So say yew, but I don’ trust you, Lady." she winked and knocked back the drink, wincing less this time.  "But I enjoy your comp’ny, so ti’s a risk I shall take.  Now, wot do you plan on doin’ wif these ‘eads?"

"You don’t trust me? I’m hurt," the necromancer said, feigning hurt feelings. She drank the second shot, glad to have swapped to something more familiar. "Just leaving them where they died, really. I just need the bodies." Lizbit could feel time starting to slow around them as the shots moved through her system. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for her to notice.

"Hnnn……" she made a noise, then held out her glass for another drink.  She took the refilled glass, emptied it and drank again and closed her eyes to make the swirling of the Red halt for a moment.  "Oh, I do trust you. I have a trust in you to be untrustworthy.  Which is better than those who follow the ‘light’ of their Ae…E..’pror." 

She paused, allowing the blends of alcohol in her system blur her visions before continuing.

"So, yeh make yer bodies.  An’ then wot? Wot’is your plan, Missus?"

03 Feb

Anonymous asked: Drink Me. -LS

necromanticmobster:

margaretapye:

The bartender lined up the shots on the counter, giving each girl an odd look before turning away to complete another other.  Margaret grabbed the nearest shot and drank it quickly, enjoying the burn of the drink and it’s following sweetness.

“Aye, lady, ti’s not a diffucult thing to get aløng with Citizens in the Æmpire, yeh just need to not murder like yeh do.  Some Citizens actually like their heads quïte where they belong, ¿donchaknow?”  She raised a glass and grinned, then held it out for the bartender to refill.

"And those would be the ones actually using them.” Lizbit took the remaining shot, trying to mask a grimace as she swallowed. It burned far worse than any of her usual drinks and the sweetness after did little to make up for it. “Do I even want to know what that was?” she asked gingerly as she, too, held her glass out for a refill, though asking for vodka instead when the bartender came over. “Besides, they’d be staying where they were if I had any use for ‘em.”

"So say yew, but I don’ trust you, Lady." she winked and knocked back the drink, wincing less this time.  "But I enjoy your comp’ny, so ti’s a risk I shall take.  Now, wot do you plan on doin’ wif these ‘eads?"

02 Feb

inquisitorbracket asked: Call me, maybe

inquisitorbracket:

margaretapye:

inquisitorbracket:

margaretapye:

She stumbled as the four of them reappeared in the city under London.  The ground was uneven cobblestone, and she was not expecting such a rough fall.  One of the small goblin children assisted her in standing while the Dandy was making a fuss about his scarves.

“A weapon, I need a weapon!” he insisted, taking long, quick strides to his manor, while the other gremlin-child followed suit.  Margaret gave her thanks to the other goblin-child, and accepted her hand to be led into the manor.

Inside the manor, there were children everywhere, all on their way into becoming fully goblinized.  Margaret took silent pity on them, but smiled at the children and patted those who were near.  Several gathered around her, ushering her to a sitting room as the Dandy had disappeared to change clothing.

She sat on a couch and was given a cup pf tea on a saucer as well as some crackers.  Margaret accepted them and continued to look around at the decorations.  Paintings with moving subjects and creatures under the wallpaper all caught her eye, making her not notice the goblin at her knee until it cleared it’s throat.

It held a silver platter with a strange device as well as a note on top.

“Phone Arouth,” it said in her handwriting.  She reached out and grabbed art of the device.  It was a strange bone white, connected to the lower part by a twisty cord.  The embellishments were gold, and when she touched them, they were cold as ice.  She hesitated to put it up to her face, which the goblin children gestured she do.

The device made a strange cackling noise, then a buzz….

Bracket fussed with a half-disassembled motor spread out across a long metal table in the workshop. Internal combustion was still inefficient, but really fun to tweak and nudge them further to near-exploding. A signal beeped an alert at his station, indicating an incoming transmission from unknown persons. That’s weird, he thought, glancing askance at the alert as he set down his tools. Wirelessly tapping into the comm system as he quickly walked out of the noisy workroom into his pleasantly quiet office, Bracket looked up the message’s point of origin. Co-ordinates said… the Manor of the Artful Dandy? Who could be unknown but calling from there?

Suspicious yet intrigued, Bracket opened communications with a carefully-worded greeting. “Hullo, Abbot’s Pizzeria and Spa, can I help you? Carry-out or dine-in?”

Margaret held the phone away from her once the voice on the other end began speaking.

“Hullo, Abbot’s Pizzeria and Spa, can I help you? Carry-out or dine-in?”  She was puzzled.  What was a ‘piece of Ria Anspa?’

"Ah…I had a note in which I was to phone an individuæl knøwn as Arouth.  I have no knøwledge of what a phone is.  Or an Arouth.  ¿I suppose I got it wrøng?"

Bracket didn’t need to run any analytical programs to recognize the distinctive accent. If Margaret A. Pye was calling without knowing who he was or even what a phone was, something had to be up.

"Arouth? Uuhhh-routh? Hmmmm…. ‘Ang on, I’ll get the manager." Bracket got up and paced around his desk, queuing some muted recordings of diner noises as if passing through a busy restaurant in order to sell the cover story. Dealing with Margret was confusing at the best of times, especially when one would never know when she’d be calling from. He carefully made sure the signal was fully encrypted in case any wandering ears were listening in.

Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, Bracket dialed down the recordings and switched his voice to a feminine register. “This is Agent Roach. What’s the problem, Pye? It’s too conspicuous for you to be calling Arouth right now….”

Her mouth moved a moment without making sound.

"¿….Agent…Roach…?" she was utterly confused and looked at the goblin children around her.  None offered any assistance other than holding the platter that the fone was resting on.  "No…no trøuble at’oll.  Well…" she walked over to the couch and sat down again, the children following her.  "There was a meeting in the Citadel with the Lørd-Æmperor Booth. An’ there was fighting.  I am æntirely unsüre ø’er what…"  She paused. 

This wouldn’t make sense to anyone who was not present.  It didn’t even make sense to her!  But the presence of Booth had always made her feel uneasy and made her babble some.  She rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand.  “I am not awære on how to confront the Æmperor when there is conflict involved.”

02 Feb

inquisitorbracket asked: Call me, maybe

inquisitorbracket:

margaretapye:

She stumbled as the four of them reappeared in the city under London.  The ground was uneven cobblestone, and she was not expecting such a rough fall.  One of the small goblin children assisted her in standing while the Dandy was making a fuss about his scarves.

“A weapon, I need a weapon!” he insisted, taking long, quick strides to his manor, while the other gremlin-child followed suit.  Margaret gave her thanks to the other goblin-child, and accepted her hand to be led into the manor.

Inside the manor, there were children everywhere, all on their way into becoming fully goblinized.  Margaret took silent pity on them, but smiled at the children and patted those who were near.  Several gathered around her, ushering her to a sitting room as the Dandy had disappeared to change clothing.

She sat on a couch and was given a cup pf tea on a saucer as well as some crackers.  Margaret accepted them and continued to look around at the decorations.  Paintings with moving subjects and creatures under the wallpaper all caught her eye, making her not notice the goblin at her knee until it cleared it’s throat.

It held a silver platter with a strange device as well as a note on top.

“Phone Arouth,” it said in her handwriting.  She reached out and grabbed art of the device.  It was a strange bone white, connected to the lower part by a twisty cord.  The embellishments were gold, and when she touched them, they were cold as ice.  She hesitated to put it up to her face, which the goblin children gestured she do.

The device made a strange cackling noise, then a buzz….

Bracket fussed with a half-disassembled motor spread out across a long metal table in the workshop. Internal combustion was still inefficient, but really fun to tweak and nudge them further to near-exploding. A signal beeped an alert at his station, indicating an incoming transmission from unknown persons. That’s weird, he thought, glancing askance at the alert as he set down his tools. Wirelessly tapping into the comm system as he quickly walked out of the noisy workroom into his pleasantly quiet office, Bracket looked up the message’s point of origin. Co-ordinates said… the Manor of the Artful Dandy? Who could be unknown but calling from there?

Suspicious yet intrigued, Bracket opened communications with a carefully-worded greeting. “Hullo, Abbot’s Pizzeria and Spa, can I help you? Carry-out or dine-in?”

Margaret held the phone away from her once the voice on the other end began speaking.

“Hullo, Abbot’s Pizzeria and Spa, can I help you? Carry-out or dine-in?”  She was puzzled.  What was a ‘piece of Ria Anspa?’

"Ah…I had a note in which I was to phone an individuæl knøwn as Arouth.  I have no knøwledge of what a phone is.  Or an Arouth.  ¿I suppose I got it wrøng?"

28 Jan

Anonymous asked: Drink Me. -LS

The bartender lined up the shots on the counter, giving each girl an odd look before turning away to complete another other.  Margaret grabbed the nearest shot and drank it quickly, enjoying the burn of the drink and it’s following sweetness.

“Aye, lady, ti’s not a diffucult thing to get aløng with Citizens in the Æmpire, yeh just need to not murder like yeh do.  Some Citizens actually like their heads quïte where they belong, ¿donchaknow?”  She raised a glass and grinned, then held it out for the bartender to refill.

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28 Jan

inquisitorbracket asked: Call me, maybe

She stumbled as the four of them reappeared in the city under London.  The ground was uneven cobblestone, and she was not expecting such a rough fall.  One of the small goblin children assisted her in standing while the Dandy was making a fuss about his scarves.

“A weapon, I need a weapon!” he insisted, taking long, quick strides to his manor, while the other gremlin-child followed suit.  Margaret gave her thanks to the other goblin-child, and accepted her hand to be led into the manor.

Inside the manor, there were children everywhere, all on their way into becoming fully goblinized.  Margaret took silent pity on them, but smiled at the children and patted those who were near.  Several gathered around her, ushering her to a sitting room as the Dandy had disappeared to change clothing.

She sat on a couch and was given a cup pf tea on a saucer as well as some crackers.  Margaret accepted them and continued to look around at the decorations.  Paintings with moving subjects and creatures under the wallpaper all caught her eye, making her not notice the goblin at her knee until it cleared it’s throat.

It held a silver platter with a strange device as well as a note on top.

“Phone Arouth,” it said in her handwriting.  She reached out and grabbed art of the device.  It was a strange bone white, connected to the lower part by a twisty cord.  The embellishments were gold, and when she touched them, they were cold as ice.  She hesitated to put it up to her face, which the goblin children gestured she do.

The device made a strange cackling noise, then a buzz….

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23 Jan

iamababs:

So this weekend I will be spending time with Matt Norris and Steam-Funk Studios in a 30-person photoshoot.

My costumes will be variants of the above two photos (makeup, photo and costume design by the magnificent Kassandra Leigh; character Margaret A. Pye by myself).

Some of those in the shoot are a part of the Red Fork Empire, some are not.  With permission, I’ll post the pictures as they come available.

Aye! Althøugh rarely so gussied up. I had simp’ly been at a party when the watch had ø’er plans.

31 Dec I received a letter from Inquisitor Bracket!

I received a letter from Inquisitor Bracket!

31 Dec

Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours…

(Source: askboxmemes)