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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy is watering the roses. Humming. It's such a lovely day! The sun is shining, the flowers are growing . . .*

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[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

A puppet is perched jauntily on a rose.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*That's odd.*

*Anthy looks curiously at the puppet for a moment, then reaches for it.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Black eyes glitter, as her hand approaches.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy hesitates, but lifts it anyway.*

Who do you belong to?

*She does not expect an answer.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Hubert Cumberdale doesn't belong to anyone. Hubert Cumberdale is his own puppet.

He resents her comment.

His eyes glint.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy regards the puppet thoughtfully for a few moments, then plucks a red rose petal, folds it, and places it on his head. She hold him up to admire her work.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

The stitches where a mouth should be widen.

Something is buzzing.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy adjusts the petal and looks around, wondering what to do with the doll.*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

There's a soft scrabbling sound from under the peach rosebush.

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

The buzzing intensifies.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy looks around uneasily.*

Elaine?

Muhammad?

Bob?

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

While her head is turned, Hubert moves.

Maybe he doesn't.

Who can tell?

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

A rose falls, and lands inches from Anthy's feet. It has been shredded.

Marjory Stewart-Baxter likes it when the golden nectar comes out.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Um . . .

*She spots the fallen rose, and bends to pick it up.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Something pricks her finger.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy gasps and drops the finger puppet. She stares at her finger, and then at the ground, huddling into herself.*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Marjory Stewart-Baxter is not on the ground, anymore.

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

The ground is deserted.

But something scuttles in the shadows.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Suddenly a monkey appears in the doorway of the greenhouse. He is wielding a fork with deadly intent.*

*Don't mess with the monkey.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Black eyes glint.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Chuchu tries to look menacing.* Chu?

*The fork glints rustily. In part because the paws holding it are shaking.*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Marjory Stewart-Baxter wonders what monkeys taste like.

Marjory Stewart-Baxter is right behind Chuchu.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy is still peering nervously at the rosebush.*

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

The rosebush rustles.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*high-pitched* Meg?