A Fancy dinner, or a deadly twist?

[Grumblesaur]

Amelie slowly walked down the hall from her quarters in a light blue dress decorated with white patterns at the neck and shoulders. Her short blonde hair neatly fell around her head at neck level, out of the way of eyes and forehead. She wore low heels that made an unnerving echo as she traversed the wide passages of the Terrible.

And did they ever echo. The shining white hallway only seemed longer with each step.

Upon entering the bridge, Amelie lifted her head up in a shred of confidence to face the Directeur and her fellow Commissaire, while ignoring the occupied and indifferent crew. She drummed her fingers at her sides in anxiousness. She stood opposite Villette at the Command Station, and greeted them both with a 'good evening.' She averted her gaze to the nearby window.

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A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.