Roderick Smith is a fine young man who lives with his Mom and Dad in a Queen Anne style Victorian home -- with turrets! -- on Elm Street, near the corner of Fourteenth, in Beauneville. Born seventeen years ago this coming first of July, Roderick is friendly and courteous to all, dresses neatly, does his schoolwork promptly, likes to read Thucydides in the original and wants to be a historian or a hedge-fund manager when he grows up.
You ask: a hedge-fund manager? Roderick's father who, like his grandfather, is also named Roderick, is an investment advisor who manages money for the local widows and orphans. Mr. Smith's library has many books about investing, which Roderick began to read when just a wee lad. Thus, while other young men his age dream of launching rockets, building a social-media networking tool or getting into Molly Bloom's pants, Roderick dreams of Black-Scholes pricing models, Modern Portfolio Theory and Monte Carlo Analysis.
Roderick also thinks often of Molly Bloom, although unlike the other young men in town he doesn't have to imagine her sans clothing. Actually, this is not true, strictly speaking; Molly has a propensity to lose her clothing at a moment's notice -- enrollment in Mr. Botticelli's art class tripled last year when she signed up for live modeling. Molly relationship with clothing is tenuous at best, which is a blessing for all, since she is simply gorgeous -- svelte, small-breasted, and completely blonde, if you know what I mean.
Roderick and Molly are inseparable, and have been so ever since Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Bloom met at Mrs. Witherspoon's "Nursing Your Baby" seminar at the Beaune Estate. As babies, they nursed together; as toddlers, they toddled together; as children, they played together. As each approaches seventeen, they hardly think about spending time together; they are attracted like magnets.
To understand Molly you must watch her long fingers as she sits with Roderick before school. She seems to be listening, but her fingers silently manipulate an imaginary keyboard through the thirty-second of Beethoven's Diabelli variations -- the one with the fugue -- as the piano is her one true passion. There is a huge Bosendorfer in the Bloom's parlor, the kind with the extra keys at the low end, and here Molly spends countless hours working on scales, arpeggios, etudes, technical exercises and the works of Beethoven (recently supplemented by works of Schubert).
Molly's propensity to roll out of bed in the morning and head straight for the piano, together with her lack of engagement with personal hygiene, means that she often carries a distinct aroma. Though squeaky-clean himself, Roderick is not bothered by this. He also knows that she is disinclined to shave, but the hair on her legs is so fine and blonde that it is unnoticeable except on close inspection.
Are Roderick and Molly a couple? Everyone else in town thinks so, thanks to the reporting of Amanda Dennis, aspiring reporter and gossip extraordinaire. If you read Amanda's blog, Cries and Whispers, you are in the know about all sorts of real and imagined affairs of Beauneville youth. But though they have taken a solemn pledge to be one another's "first", Roderick and Molly have not yet consummated this pledge, and not for lack of opportunity, since they often sleep together. There is no reason for this restraint, except that they have not yet felt the necessary inspiration.
Soon, they figure. But not just yet.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wisteria, and a Cupcake
Each year, Beauneville denizens celibrate the Wisteria Sinensis, a great flowering vine whose cascading pendulous racemes burst to bloom in late May. There is an open house at the Beaune estate, whose lawn arbors burst with color. The French doors of the Ballroom are open, and celebrants mingle on the lawn.
Concurrent with the Wisteria Festival, Beauneville celebrates the annual Concours du Cupcake, for which the patissieres and cupcake fashioners strive to outdo one another. In the Ballroom, there are long tables, where regiments of cupcakes stand at attention in neat ranks, waiting for inspection.
This year, Mr. Smiley is the Grand Marshal of the Concours; he strides purposefully past the cupcakes on display, taking great care to show neither approval nor disapproval of any proffered cupcake. Mr. Smiley read somewhere that an architect in Vienna committed suicide after the Emperor Franz Joseph commented that a building "seemed a bit low". Mr. Smiley wouldn't want that sort of thing on his conscience.
The waiting crowd parts as Emily Peacock arrives. Emily is the eldest daughter of the Mrs. Peacock who lives next door to Mary Bloom; she lives on the other side of town, on Larch Street. Mary is well known as a leading practitioner of the fine art of the cupcake; for five years running she has won the Gold Pastry Brush.
Emily carries a silver platter with a domed cover. She gently places the platter at her designated spot near the head of one of the tables and, with a flourish, removes the dome, revealing this year's cupcake creation: a tiny replica of Schloss Neuschwanstein with towers, ornamental turrets, gables and pinnacles sculpted in butter cream frosting.
Her assistant distributes an information sheet, which reads:
The gathered crowd is rapt; a Gold Pastry Brush for Emily is assured.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, proceedings are brought to order. Mr. Smiley sits at the head table with Clothilde, while little Alexander sleeps nearby in his bubble-pram. Roderick and his parents sit with the Blooms and Natasha, who simultaneously nurses Felix and Fanny -- a task which requires delicate balancing of the little ones, but which is simplified by Natasha's overall lack of modesty.
With considerable pomp, Emily Peacock's winning cupcake is brought forth and placed before Mr. Smiley who, as Grand Marshal of the Concours, is invited to eat. The room is silent, and all are rapt as Mr. Smiley raises the winning cupcake to his lips, bites off a turret, and chews thoughtfully.
Clothilde leans toward Mr. Smiley and, whispering, inquires: "How is it?"
Mr. Smiley gazes into the distance and, continuing to chew, murmurs: "It's nice."
Concurrent with the Wisteria Festival, Beauneville celebrates the annual Concours du Cupcake, for which the patissieres and cupcake fashioners strive to outdo one another. In the Ballroom, there are long tables, where regiments of cupcakes stand at attention in neat ranks, waiting for inspection.
This year, Mr. Smiley is the Grand Marshal of the Concours; he strides purposefully past the cupcakes on display, taking great care to show neither approval nor disapproval of any proffered cupcake. Mr. Smiley read somewhere that an architect in Vienna committed suicide after the Emperor Franz Joseph commented that a building "seemed a bit low". Mr. Smiley wouldn't want that sort of thing on his conscience.
The waiting crowd parts as Emily Peacock arrives. Emily is the eldest daughter of the Mrs. Peacock who lives next door to Mary Bloom; she lives on the other side of town, on Larch Street. Mary is well known as a leading practitioner of the fine art of the cupcake; for five years running she has won the Gold Pastry Brush.
Emily carries a silver platter with a domed cover. She gently places the platter at her designated spot near the head of one of the tables and, with a flourish, removes the dome, revealing this year's cupcake creation: a tiny replica of Schloss Neuschwanstein with towers, ornamental turrets, gables and pinnacles sculpted in butter cream frosting.
Her assistant distributes an information sheet, which reads:
For the 2011 Concours du Cupcake, Miss Emily Peacock has created a unique work she calls Romantic Castle. Fashioned from a petit gateau du chocolat and handmade butter cream frosting (made with butter freshly prepared from milk provided by Miss Peacock's Guernsey cow), this creation is an exact scale replica of King Ludwig's romantic castle. To ensure an accurate reproduction, Miss Peacock has consulted with castle curators in Hohenschangau. She estimates her total effort on this project to be about one thousand hours.
The gathered crowd is rapt; a Gold Pastry Brush for Emily is assured.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, proceedings are brought to order. Mr. Smiley sits at the head table with Clothilde, while little Alexander sleeps nearby in his bubble-pram. Roderick and his parents sit with the Blooms and Natasha, who simultaneously nurses Felix and Fanny -- a task which requires delicate balancing of the little ones, but which is simplified by Natasha's overall lack of modesty.
With considerable pomp, Emily Peacock's winning cupcake is brought forth and placed before Mr. Smiley who, as Grand Marshal of the Concours, is invited to eat. The room is silent, and all are rapt as Mr. Smiley raises the winning cupcake to his lips, bites off a turret, and chews thoughtfully.
Clothilde leans toward Mr. Smiley and, whispering, inquires: "How is it?"
Mr. Smiley gazes into the distance and, continuing to chew, murmurs: "It's nice."
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Felix and Fanny are Busy
On a wintry Thursday, Natasha lounges in a comfortable chair at home, hands clasped on her enormous belly. "Felix and Fanny are busy", she murmurs to Henry, and places his hand on her tummy.
"They certainly are", says Henry.
Meanwhile, at the Ericson home, Bibi relaxes in the hot tub, nude. Someone is watching her from the second floor window of a neighboring house.
Megan Cupcake struggles to read Catullus, and wonders who Lesbia is.
At the Blooms, Molly pounds away on the Bosendorfer, doing scales. Mary looks over the Science homework Roderick did for her, the History paper Roderick wrote for her, and the Math homework Margaret did for her. She sighs. It's hard to be a teen.
Margaret moves on to matrix Algebra.
Catherine is having a nice day, a fact she is more than happy to share with all who will listen. At this moment, she has an audience of one, a certain Mr. Fuzzums, who is in every respect a perfect gentleman even though he is a bear.
Roderick continues to read a book about single premium deferred annuities. He is disappointed to discover that since the book was published, the tax law changed and nobody buys them anymore. He resolves to read newer books, or stick to history.
"They certainly are", says Henry.
Meanwhile, at the Ericson home, Bibi relaxes in the hot tub, nude. Someone is watching her from the second floor window of a neighboring house.
Megan Cupcake struggles to read Catullus, and wonders who Lesbia is.
At the Blooms, Molly pounds away on the Bosendorfer, doing scales. Mary looks over the Science homework Roderick did for her, the History paper Roderick wrote for her, and the Math homework Margaret did for her. She sighs. It's hard to be a teen.
Margaret moves on to matrix Algebra.
Catherine is having a nice day, a fact she is more than happy to share with all who will listen. At this moment, she has an audience of one, a certain Mr. Fuzzums, who is in every respect a perfect gentleman even though he is a bear.
Roderick continues to read a book about single premium deferred annuities. He is disappointed to discover that since the book was published, the tax law changed and nobody buys them anymore. He resolves to read newer books, or stick to history.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
College Day Is Coming
There is an announcement at Beauneville Latin this morning, during morning sign-in:
"Sure" he replies. Not that there is any doubt in his mind about where he will go to college. Of course, he will go to Old Ivy. And so will Molly. Roderick thinks about himself and Molly, in the Quadrangle, under the Kissing Tree. Then he thinks about Molly, nude. This requires little imagination on his part, as Molly, nude, is a regular part of Roderick's daily life.
Molly noodges him again. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"I was thinking about you, actually", he says. Roderick considers whether or not to mention the no clothes part, and decides against it. Not here at school. There is a time and a place for everything, and morning sign-in is definitely not the best time to discuss erotic thoughts.
Molly smiles. Of course, she is thinking about Beethoven, the Arioso from the A-flat Sonata Opus 110, but also listening to Roderick; Molly's mind is a fugue, with multiple subjects in counterpoint. She can't wait to get to Art class and lose her clothes.
Mary Bloom brushes against Roderick in an almost seductive way. "Thank you so much for helping me with my Science homework", she gushes, batting her big blue eyes.
"You're welcome", says Roderick. What a nice girl, he thinks. So polite and neatly dressed. It hardly matters to him that she barters sex for money and grades; in fact, he finds it intriguing, though not enough to break into his piggy bank.
Mounting the stairway, on the way to English class, Megan Cupcake "accidentally" bumps into Roderick. "Hi Roderick", she coos. "Want to come over after school to 'study Latin'?" She says the words 'study Latin" in such a manner as to make clear that she has something more in mind than Catullus.
"Sure", says Roderick. Roderick knows exactly what Megan has in mind, and is more than happy to oblige, especially so since Molly will be practicing for her big recital. No point in spending an afternoon alone.
Juniors: College Day is coming. Prepare yourselves!That last part is just a sample of the dry humor of Mr. Method, the guidance counselor who also serves as drama teacher. Mr. Method never misses an opportunity to add color to his announcements. For example, last week he posted the following:
O dark and dreadful day! SAT exams will be held on Saturday, February 26, at the E. Biglelow Butz Regional High School.Mr. Method's announcement about College Day continues:
College Day is a misnomer; it would be best if we called it College Hour, as there will be but three colleges presenting: Old Ivy College, the University of Lake City and Enormous State University. Students who really want to learn about colleges would be best advised to check the internet, or mailboxes at home, as Beauneville Latin has little time or energy to devote to college fairs and the like.Roderick pauses, and chuckles. That Mr. Method! He's such a comic!
Students seeking to learn more about college life should report to the Gymnasium between one and two p.m., and will be excused from class. Not that an excuse is required, since attendance is never taken.Molly noodges Roderick. "Are you going?" she asks.
"Sure" he replies. Not that there is any doubt in his mind about where he will go to college. Of course, he will go to Old Ivy. And so will Molly. Roderick thinks about himself and Molly, in the Quadrangle, under the Kissing Tree. Then he thinks about Molly, nude. This requires little imagination on his part, as Molly, nude, is a regular part of Roderick's daily life.
Molly noodges him again. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"I was thinking about you, actually", he says. Roderick considers whether or not to mention the no clothes part, and decides against it. Not here at school. There is a time and a place for everything, and morning sign-in is definitely not the best time to discuss erotic thoughts.
Molly smiles. Of course, she is thinking about Beethoven, the Arioso from the A-flat Sonata Opus 110, but also listening to Roderick; Molly's mind is a fugue, with multiple subjects in counterpoint. She can't wait to get to Art class and lose her clothes.
Mary Bloom brushes against Roderick in an almost seductive way. "Thank you so much for helping me with my Science homework", she gushes, batting her big blue eyes.
"You're welcome", says Roderick. What a nice girl, he thinks. So polite and neatly dressed. It hardly matters to him that she barters sex for money and grades; in fact, he finds it intriguing, though not enough to break into his piggy bank.
Mounting the stairway, on the way to English class, Megan Cupcake "accidentally" bumps into Roderick. "Hi Roderick", she coos. "Want to come over after school to 'study Latin'?" She says the words 'study Latin" in such a manner as to make clear that she has something more in mind than Catullus.
"Sure", says Roderick. Roderick knows exactly what Megan has in mind, and is more than happy to oblige, especially so since Molly will be practicing for her big recital. No point in spending an afternoon alone.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day
It is the custom among the youth of Beauneville who attend Beauneville Latin to send notes and gifts on Valentine's Day to the object -- or objects -- of their affection. Said notes may be slipped under doors, placed in mailboxes or be delivered anonymously, but they always convey serious intent; thus, in Beauneville, one does not witness the scattershot sort of Valentine greetings one observes elsewhere. If you get a Valentine in Beauneville, it means that somebody wants you. But you may not always know who.
On Valentine's Day morning, Roderick found one instantly recognizable greeting in the mailbox. It read:
Roderick did not receive a Valentine from Molly, nor did he give her one. They both agreed that no such communication was necessary.
Natasha waddled to the door and found a small gift-wrapped box. Opening it, she found a recording of songs of Fanny Mendelssohn, with a note from Henry. She was in rapture.
Molly Bloom, Megan Cupcake, Bibi Ericson and a host of other girls all found unsigned notes. They all instantly recognized Donny Clapper's unique grammar, style and approach to amour.
Dickie Wickett sent Katie Zeppelin an amorous email. She hearted him on Facebook.
Bibi Ericson is unfamiliar with Beauneville customs concerning Valentine's Day. At lunch, she approached Roderick.
"Vat eez ze Day of Falentine? Eet eez about ze sex, ya?"
Roderick nodded. "Possibly."
Mary Bloom received a number of queries about a possible Valentines Day date, all of which she declined. Marketing 101: customers value something more when it's hard to get.
Catherine Bloom wrote a note to Mr. Fuzzums:
In the darkness of Catherine's backpack, Mr. Fuzzums sought to woo Miss Kitty. Miss Kitty, however, in keeping with her character, was demure.
On Valentine's Day morning, Roderick found one instantly recognizable greeting in the mailbox. It read:
Let's cuddle. Love, Megan
Roderick did not receive a Valentine from Molly, nor did he give her one. They both agreed that no such communication was necessary.
Natasha waddled to the door and found a small gift-wrapped box. Opening it, she found a recording of songs of Fanny Mendelssohn, with a note from Henry. She was in rapture.
Molly Bloom, Megan Cupcake, Bibi Ericson and a host of other girls all found unsigned notes. They all instantly recognized Donny Clapper's unique grammar, style and approach to amour.
Dickie Wickett sent Katie Zeppelin an amorous email. She hearted him on Facebook.
Bibi Ericson is unfamiliar with Beauneville customs concerning Valentine's Day. At lunch, she approached Roderick.
"Vat eez ze Day of Falentine? Eet eez about ze sex, ya?"
Roderick nodded. "Possibly."
Mary Bloom received a number of queries about a possible Valentines Day date, all of which she declined. Marketing 101: customers value something more when it's hard to get.
Catherine Bloom wrote a note to Mr. Fuzzums:
Happy Valentine's Day. To my dearest, my one and only, my love.
In the darkness of Catherine's backpack, Mr. Fuzzums sought to woo Miss Kitty. Miss Kitty, however, in keeping with her character, was demure.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Losing Interest
On Sunday morning, Mary Bloom -- the "good" daughter -- rose early and made the family a nice hot breakfast of pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon. After filling the plates, she ran back upstairs to dress in her white "virgin" dress and braided pretty blue cornflowers into her long golden hair. Where she found the cornflowers in the dead of winter is a mystery. Suffice to say that girls like Mary Bloom have an infinite supply of cornflowers.
Holding her long white dress up over her boots to keep it out of puddles, Mary sploshed her way through the slush to the neighboring house, where she made a nice hot breakfast for Mrs. Peacock and served it in the parlor. As Mrs. Peacock tucked in to her plate of eggs and toast, Mary sat in the opposite chair and toyed nervously with her cornflowered braids.
"What's on your mind, dear?" asked Mrs. Peacock. Mrs. Peacock understands that when Mary toys with her braids she has something on her mind.
"I think....Miss Agassiz is losing interest in me" stammered Mary, holding back tears.
"Miss Agassiz? What makes you think that, dear?"
"Last week I turned in my homework with mistakes, and instead of having me stay after school for 'correction', she just handed it back with a bad grade. I'm so worried..." Mary burst into tears.
Mrs. Peacock hugged Mary. "There, there, my child", she cooed. "This sort of thing happens in love. But if you want my advice, I think the problem is that you are too easy."
"Too easy?"
"Yes. People like 'Mistress Renee' like resistance. If you give in too easily, they get bored and want to move on. If you want my advice, find someone to help you with your homework for awhile, so you can show Miss Agassiz you don't need her 'special help'. She'll be at your doorstep in no time."
"Oh, Mrs. Peacock, you're so wonderful!" cried Mary, hugging her effusively. Mary ran home just in time to meet her family on the front porch as they set off for services at the Church of Nothing.
Later that morning, Roderick met Megan Cupcake at the doorstep of Mr. Smiley's new cottage. Roderick needed to check the house as he does every Sunday, and Megan wanted to see the place. She followed him to the basement as he checked the furnace, and again as he prowled each room of the house.
In the master bedroom of Mr. Smiley's cottage, there is a large four-poster bed, of Victorian design. Roderick checked the windows. As he turned to leave the room, Megan blocked his egress playfully. "We could play 'house' here, you know..." she murmured suggestively.
While they did not, in fact, play "house" that afternoon, Roderick found the idea to be most interesting.
Around four in the afternoon, Roderick sat in the living room of the Smith house -- Megan had some errands to do, so they split up after lunch. Roderick sat in one of the nice comfortable chairs and read a book about single premium deferred annuities. He borrowed the book from his Dad, and it was a real page-turner.
The doorbell rang; Roderick answered it. Mary Bloom stood on the porch in her long winter coat. Roderick invited her in, and took her coat. Mary had exchanged her white "virgin" dress for her standard "schoolgirl" outfit -- white blouse, plaid kilt, knee socks and penny loafers, which were slightly soggy due to the many slush puddles. "What a nice girl", thought Roderick. "And so nicely dressed..." although her attire did seem a bit odd for a Sunday afternoon.
"Um, Roderick....I was wondering of you could help me with my Science homework...?"
Holding her long white dress up over her boots to keep it out of puddles, Mary sploshed her way through the slush to the neighboring house, where she made a nice hot breakfast for Mrs. Peacock and served it in the parlor. As Mrs. Peacock tucked in to her plate of eggs and toast, Mary sat in the opposite chair and toyed nervously with her cornflowered braids.
"What's on your mind, dear?" asked Mrs. Peacock. Mrs. Peacock understands that when Mary toys with her braids she has something on her mind.
"I think....Miss Agassiz is losing interest in me" stammered Mary, holding back tears.
"Miss Agassiz? What makes you think that, dear?"
"Last week I turned in my homework with mistakes, and instead of having me stay after school for 'correction', she just handed it back with a bad grade. I'm so worried..." Mary burst into tears.
Mrs. Peacock hugged Mary. "There, there, my child", she cooed. "This sort of thing happens in love. But if you want my advice, I think the problem is that you are too easy."
"Too easy?"
"Yes. People like 'Mistress Renee' like resistance. If you give in too easily, they get bored and want to move on. If you want my advice, find someone to help you with your homework for awhile, so you can show Miss Agassiz you don't need her 'special help'. She'll be at your doorstep in no time."
"Oh, Mrs. Peacock, you're so wonderful!" cried Mary, hugging her effusively. Mary ran home just in time to meet her family on the front porch as they set off for services at the Church of Nothing.
Later that morning, Roderick met Megan Cupcake at the doorstep of Mr. Smiley's new cottage. Roderick needed to check the house as he does every Sunday, and Megan wanted to see the place. She followed him to the basement as he checked the furnace, and again as he prowled each room of the house.
In the master bedroom of Mr. Smiley's cottage, there is a large four-poster bed, of Victorian design. Roderick checked the windows. As he turned to leave the room, Megan blocked his egress playfully. "We could play 'house' here, you know..." she murmured suggestively.
While they did not, in fact, play "house" that afternoon, Roderick found the idea to be most interesting.
Around four in the afternoon, Roderick sat in the living room of the Smith house -- Megan had some errands to do, so they split up after lunch. Roderick sat in one of the nice comfortable chairs and read a book about single premium deferred annuities. He borrowed the book from his Dad, and it was a real page-turner.
The doorbell rang; Roderick answered it. Mary Bloom stood on the porch in her long winter coat. Roderick invited her in, and took her coat. Mary had exchanged her white "virgin" dress for her standard "schoolgirl" outfit -- white blouse, plaid kilt, knee socks and penny loafers, which were slightly soggy due to the many slush puddles. "What a nice girl", thought Roderick. "And so nicely dressed..." although her attire did seem a bit odd for a Sunday afternoon.
"Um, Roderick....I was wondering of you could help me with my Science homework...?"
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Masquerade
Each year, the Beauneville Latin Senior Class stages the Halloween Masquerade at the Ballroom of the Beaune estate. The party always follows a three-part program, starting with the Silent Masquerade, followed by The Unmasking, and ending with a Celebration.
For dress, the emphasis is on the disguise and not the costume. The most important thing is to disguise your true identity and not to emulate someone else. This is why the first part of the party is silent: attendees point, gesticulate, mime and otherwise use body language to get their points across.
Generally, a dark and evil theme is desirable.
Members of the Senior Class dress completely in black, but do not disguise themselves. They serve as waiters, ushers, bouncers, musicians, and so forth, and two serve as King and Queen of the event, as we shall see.
The Silent Masquerade is brief, and soon the Unmasking begins. Members of the senior class mingle among the attendees and try to guess the identity of each. If the guess is correct, the party-goer removes his or her mask and moves to the side of the room. As the party progresses, the crowd in the center gets progressively smaller. The last remaining young man and young woman to be unmasked will be King and Queen of the party next year.
Finally, there is a general celebration.
The silent nature of the first part of the program complicates Mary's effort to profit from the engagement. Attending in her "schoolgirl" outfit with a mask, her identity is obvious, which is a feature not a bug, since word has spread about the benefits of friendship with Mary. Unfortunately, the need for sign language means misunderstandings are inevitable. Mary enters the party believing she has a partner committed to paying three hundred dollars in exchange for sex. Her partner believes that after the party there will be three types of sex.
The youth of Beauneville crowd the Ballroom. Mozart plays. One young woman -- her gender is obvious -- is completely naked except for her mask; her hair is pulled up and hidden. There are a number of ghouls, draped loosely in flowing capes from head to toe, of uncertain identity and gender. Someone in black has a box over his or her head. Near the punch, a large painted cardboard box has legs and arms.
Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy strides to the dance floor. His sister, Fanny waddles behind.
Jane Austen, or a buxom version thereof, observes.
A prostitute stands toward the side, taking notes.
Marie Antoinette and her entourage, all decked out as ladies in waiting at Versailles, arrive with great pomp and splendor.
The unmasking begins. Mary Bloom is the first to be revealed, followed closely by the nude girl, who is revealed as Bibi; her private parts have distinguishing features that are well known to members of the senior class, thanks mostly to Dickie's telephoto lens and website.
The box with arms and legs is Dickie. The box is a giveaway, as it previously held a web server. Katie is also revealed quickly, for similar reasons: she found her box in the trash at Zeppelin Drugs; previously, it held a shipment of condoms.
Jane Austen, unsurprisingly, is unmasked as Megan.
Felix and Fanny Mendelssohn hold out for some time, primarily because most Latins are unfamiliar with the unusual tastes of the KulturPunks.
Betsy Flapper is given away by her entourage.
Mary's partner turns out to be Donny Clapper. Now that speaking is permitted, Mary attempts to close the transaction and discovers the misunderstanding. Donny Clapper is also disappointed, and appears menacing for a moment, until Miss Agassiz -- dressed as Mistress Renee -- collars him and sends him on his way.
Miss Agassiz tugs Mary into an office. "Explain yourself, Miss Bloom", she demands, fondling her whipping stick.
Mary improvises. "I'll be very bad for three hundred dollars."
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, there are just four remaining masked revelers, all of them ghouls. Extremely difficult to identify, they flit and flitter around the center of the room, flapping their capes. By process of elimination, the possibilities are limited, but this is nevertheless the most suspenseful moment of the evening: who will be King and Queen next year?
For dress, the emphasis is on the disguise and not the costume. The most important thing is to disguise your true identity and not to emulate someone else. This is why the first part of the party is silent: attendees point, gesticulate, mime and otherwise use body language to get their points across.
Generally, a dark and evil theme is desirable.
Members of the Senior Class dress completely in black, but do not disguise themselves. They serve as waiters, ushers, bouncers, musicians, and so forth, and two serve as King and Queen of the event, as we shall see.
The Silent Masquerade is brief, and soon the Unmasking begins. Members of the senior class mingle among the attendees and try to guess the identity of each. If the guess is correct, the party-goer removes his or her mask and moves to the side of the room. As the party progresses, the crowd in the center gets progressively smaller. The last remaining young man and young woman to be unmasked will be King and Queen of the party next year.
Finally, there is a general celebration.
The silent nature of the first part of the program complicates Mary's effort to profit from the engagement. Attending in her "schoolgirl" outfit with a mask, her identity is obvious, which is a feature not a bug, since word has spread about the benefits of friendship with Mary. Unfortunately, the need for sign language means misunderstandings are inevitable. Mary enters the party believing she has a partner committed to paying three hundred dollars in exchange for sex. Her partner believes that after the party there will be three types of sex.
The youth of Beauneville crowd the Ballroom. Mozart plays. One young woman -- her gender is obvious -- is completely naked except for her mask; her hair is pulled up and hidden. There are a number of ghouls, draped loosely in flowing capes from head to toe, of uncertain identity and gender. Someone in black has a box over his or her head. Near the punch, a large painted cardboard box has legs and arms.
Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy strides to the dance floor. His sister, Fanny waddles behind.
Jane Austen, or a buxom version thereof, observes.
A prostitute stands toward the side, taking notes.
Marie Antoinette and her entourage, all decked out as ladies in waiting at Versailles, arrive with great pomp and splendor.
The unmasking begins. Mary Bloom is the first to be revealed, followed closely by the nude girl, who is revealed as Bibi; her private parts have distinguishing features that are well known to members of the senior class, thanks mostly to Dickie's telephoto lens and website.
The box with arms and legs is Dickie. The box is a giveaway, as it previously held a web server. Katie is also revealed quickly, for similar reasons: she found her box in the trash at Zeppelin Drugs; previously, it held a shipment of condoms.
Jane Austen, unsurprisingly, is unmasked as Megan.
Felix and Fanny Mendelssohn hold out for some time, primarily because most Latins are unfamiliar with the unusual tastes of the KulturPunks.
Betsy Flapper is given away by her entourage.
Mary's partner turns out to be Donny Clapper. Now that speaking is permitted, Mary attempts to close the transaction and discovers the misunderstanding. Donny Clapper is also disappointed, and appears menacing for a moment, until Miss Agassiz -- dressed as Mistress Renee -- collars him and sends him on his way.
Miss Agassiz tugs Mary into an office. "Explain yourself, Miss Bloom", she demands, fondling her whipping stick.
Mary improvises. "I'll be very bad for three hundred dollars."
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, there are just four remaining masked revelers, all of them ghouls. Extremely difficult to identify, they flit and flitter around the center of the room, flapping their capes. By process of elimination, the possibilities are limited, but this is nevertheless the most suspenseful moment of the evening: who will be King and Queen next year?
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