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Nicolette Vauquelin

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    Mistress Vauquelin

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    Gentry
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    Botany, Herbal Medicine, Horse riding and Gentle conversation.

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  1. Nicolette Vauquelin

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    "It is true." Nicci conceeded with a nod as Rochester pinned her as being a willing pupil, her eyebrow then raised toward that man. Did he intend to take his narration further than that? It was very likely dangerous, and he knew it, he was hamming up his drunken state to get away with it. Dorset meanwhile showed himself to be a friend to his pickled friend, Nicci took note of that (and the fact that he'd been the one to pay her entrance into this game). Her poor opinion upon him was turned around (though she'd never let her mentor Lady O’Rourke hear her say anything to that effect!) "La! I think we have discovered a new form of phallic divination Rochester, palmistry is rather popular, why not give cockistry a shot! Who here is willing to cross my palm with silver and I shall take their reading!" Grinning Nicci winked to her new friend Anne Elizabeth as she joined the nonsense and fun.
  2. Nicolette Vauquelin

    Rhapsody In Rose | 5th April Evening. public event, open to all

    Bucky, Francis, & Nicci “If you don’t say so yourself!” Nicolette grinned at the Duke’s reply. Not so long ago he’d called her out on passively complimenting herself while complimenting him, now the tables were turned, and it entertained hugely! Taking his offered arm, and with a smile to Francis she moved to claim seating. “Then we must be within the thick.” She supposed, choosing a row right in the middle, which was surely the best spot to overhear… “though who would be so reckless as to plan anything thrillingly saucy with so many ears nearby. We might be waiting a long time Your grace, putting our patience to the test. Unless. Unless such a intrigue was to come from our own lips?” she giggled again, “ - of which I am not at all averse!” The event might start soon she supposed, everyone seemed ready - though she herself was in no rush to hush.
  3. Nicolette Vauquelin

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    When Fiorenzi replied to the negative Nicolette gave an exaggerated sigh (for Dorset and Rochester’s sake). "... so this game was invented by the English?" the way the Count had said that intrigued her, "Is there another version then?" leaning towards Rochester she whispered, "perhaps that is the one to play." Yes she was happy to chum up to the renown rogue, for any number of reasons that did not exclude that she fancied hearing his side of the joke-murder-attempt-gone-wrong on Buckingham. Had the seemingly carefree fellow still been laughing then? But really, he was acting rather less carefree than his reputation would have one believe, bitter even, poor chap. He at least seemed to think life should have gone far easier on him. "La! Oh it's true, I am but an innocent to have thought it was not." She laughed at the claim that everything was about penises. "You gentlemen are arousing me...." she gave a pretty pout, dancing eyes betraying her mirth "to patriotism! These slurs against the size of my countrymen’s peckers surely demands a stand." Nicci winked, "you are rubbing on purpose, I am sure, just to inflame me to burst!" Laughing, she then confessed, "Alas as I've only seen English, I must withhold personal testimony to your rivals actual size." Which was as patriotic (and honest) as the French girl could dare get. Francis drew a good card, Rochester teased of it, but got a snappy reply. Nicolette grinned of it, though she knew that actually Francis was not averse to investing in a woman - wasn’t that what he'd done with her? Though money... she did not think he'd made any money out of the gamble. Perhaps she could remedy that.
  4. Nicolette Vauquelin

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    And so she discovered her answers from the fallen card players. There was something to be said for merry company, the banter was a lively blend of bragging and self depreciation. Francis joined into it seamlessly… “Too bad there was not a greater audience for your shame,” Nicci quipped, “but by the sounds of your demises, a little repentance might yet save the evening. Count Forenzi, is there truly no redemption cards for our fallen? Surely fate is not so unkind to not allow a saving throw? Come gentlemen, you might still get lucky!” She was laughing as she called - for as far as she could make out only Francis had any chance of putting his end away that night. (Though he’d already told her that was no longer on the cards. Mores the pity.) The card she drew must have been a plant; and one that made her grin. “Oh dear, now just everyone knows.” She looked around the table at the group, most of whom would not know about her Kingly dallances, and she was certainly not going to be the one to tell. With cheery laugher she declared, “…it’s talking about penis-es really isn’t it! Oh dear gentlemen, what a naughty game this is!”
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Spoilt for choice would be one way to describe her situation at that moment. "Why Your Grace... how kind." Nicci feigned abash at Ablemarle’s ready offer, truth was he surprised her for he’d never been outward with her, ever! Rounding her sunny smile to the others as they were introduced, she remark, "If only the Navy was a woman, her quest for funding would not require tedious House of Lords sessions, but rather this pretty game of cards might see her settled!" So saying she claimed the chair that seemed prepared for her, the chair that had been Oogles barely five minutes earlier, with a grateful smile for the good men at the table. The rules were explained, and she learned two of them were out already. "Courts rascals could not out run fortune?" she tutted them with a grin, "ooh but do tell me the predictions that ejected you?" She begged to know, it was surely to be fuel for gossip - since when was either of them on the loosing pile?! Finally she got to see the how the game was properly played, with Chichester drawing his card... she was distracted from any comment however as her dear friend Lord Kingston arrived, and she with a little wave welcomed him over... Ablemarle’s card was then disclosed. "That sounds ominous." she murmured to him, and pulled a face as she then took her own. [card #8] "It's anything but normal Lord Kingstone, quick, draw up a chair, join in!" While her eyes settled on the new fellow, who was yet to know anything about her at all, nor she about him - though she would be certain to resolve that forthwith.
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Before another card could be drawn, the musical tone of a woman’s voice washed over the men, "You summoned a lady and romance?" coquettishly said, but with a wink and grin. Dressed in a soft green dress, needleworked with vines with pink and yellow flowers, Mlle Nicolette Vauquelin had arrived at the cards room just a few moments before. She dicovered this curious game being played with cards that were irregular, and might have passed the game by, aside from the exceptional calibre of it's players. Dorset was there, as was Rochester, and even Albemarle was dabbling in the game (he alone was reason enough for Nicci to want meddle!). She moved around the table till her skirt brushed against Ablemarle's chair. "Gentlemen." the French beauty dipped a curtsy, while her eyes favoured each man with a warm appraisal. Chichester was here too, and this other man she did not know, but by the company he kept was likely a earl or higher. "Might I join you, it looks such a rousing game. La, but I haven’t any money..." her eyes finally came to rest upon Christopher Monck, in an entirely unsubtle request for his patronage - or was it? For she then carried on her gaze to fasten upon Rochester. They said the mans wit was upon a par with Ranelagh, her eyes sparkled as she plucked her fingers free of one glove, "...which is not to say I am without resources."
  7. Perhaps her merchant roots were showing... for Nicolette had spent a fufullingly busy day on Friday street. Where? Why at The Golden Pestle of course, where the kitchen was lively and warm, a hub of much industry. The change of seasons was always a busy time. Sniffles and colds were so easily caught that there as many clients asking for preventatives as there were for cures. Mr Fallon had been run off his feet, and greatly appreciated her help today – while Nicci had loved feeling so productive. Till finally the bell on the door jingled with the final customer leaving for the day, and the open sign could be flipped over to read closed. "I think we deserve that cup of tea!" Pulling the hat from her head she wiped her cheeks and brow as the pair moved through to the kettle, a kettle that had been filled at ten o’clock but here at 5 had yet to make it's away to the stove top and waiting tealeaves. They'd been so busy their tummies hadn't even the time to rumble! It was an utterly satisfying way to spend the day, though now fetching down the tin of shortbread biscuits, Nicolette turned the topic to hiring Paul an apprentice.
  8. Nicci & the Boys "I've not seen them anywhere, but the season is very new." Nicci quietly replied, and then as the boys guessed the purpose of the visit she nodded and agreed, "Yes that is what I imagined too." Arthur's snort at that point (of France not being the enemy) drew a small frown from Nicolette, but she said nothing on it. Her residual loyalty to France was at times difficult to bear, she thought of the countries like Cousins, and this was just some little spat that would be over in a trice. While she could have tried to explain this to the boys, it was hardly the time for it, so she let the moment pass. And then they were being all 'we like machines, and things that go boom' over Cumberand, and Nicci smiled at them. "I wonder if you could invent a better one, one that is not so impossibly expensive...?" whispered words.
  9. Nicolette Vauquelin

    An afternoon with Mary | Worchester House, 4th afternoon

    Nicci learned quickly enough that playing hostess was the least of Mary's aspirations. "Oh no, certainly not then." she quickly reassured as the Marchioness (as indicated by flare of eyes) imagined the very worst! "Yes perhaps that instead." Lord Ranelagh on the other hand, was the epitome of a 'social man', or at least she could imagine this, and might think planning dinner parties the simplest thing to do. "Or not, I am truly not fussed. I was just wondering what we might do together, for a season can seem very long if one does not have plans with friends." Nicolette tried to explain her reasons for suggesting anything in the first place. “Perhaps we just ‘play it by ear’ instead then. If you hear of anything, just let me know, and we can attend it together.” Nicolette was yet to hear from Lord Ranelaghs mother upon the invitation to The Golden Pestle given (had that been yesteday? she might not have even recieved the letter yet) so perhaps Mary and She would attend that together.
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    Rhapsody In Rose | 5th April Evening. public event, open to all

    Bucky, Francis, & Nicci If there was anyone at court she would enjoy upsetting, it was Not Francis. In fact if she could comprise a list of persons that she thought deserved a good needling right through their ribs into their heart, her list might be far longer than anyone at all could have guessed! But as it was, in this musical and generally festive evening she was in a brightness of spirts that did not even recognise that she'd upset. "But at twelve, that is surely criminal!" she remarked, perhaps for a moment feeling upon precipice of a far too dark conversation for this setting - she navigated away. "I wonder if any others here tonight might claim the 'naughty' qualifications of my charming company..." her eyes turned outward to regard those others here. "Though of course few readily reveal their more decadent indulgences... I should wonder if He there has a story or two. Oh, or perhaps She." Discreetly she nodded her head towards this unsuspecting soul, and then that - then waggling her eyebrows suggestively with a grin.
  11. Nicolette Vauquelin

    An afternoon with Mary | Worchester House, 4th afternoon

    “Why that is an excellent idea!” Nicci begun before looking at Mary and seeing that look on her face. “Ooh you tease!” breaking into laughter at being known so well by the Marchioness, Nicci never the less claimed, “but still it’s a good idea. Even just the ride to Chelsea itself is something of a tonic… and you never know who you might see.” Punctuated with a wink. “But a dinner party might be quite lovely don’t you think, with a select few of the most interesting and diverting minds of Court in attendance. Or if you have no patience for the fuss of planning a table, then perhaps a soiree in the evening instead. Come to think of it that might be far simpler. Which would you prefer darling Mary, for of course you are the Hostess!” One day Nicci might have her own house and arrange her own evenings. As it was currently she did not doubt that Louis would let her host an evening at Somerset mansion, but, it was Lisa's house to run really. Nicci just would not feel right to usurp the reins there (now that Lisa was returned). Besides, there was much to be said for being a step down the ladder at these things, much more could be achieved if everyone’s eyes were not directly upon you.
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    Rhapsody In Rose | 5th April Evening. public event, open to all

    Bucky & his chosens Fully prepared to have her targets intercepted, Nicci was delighted, if also a little surprised, to have them to herself. "While you could not call me a shy crocus emerging, though placed at the foot of a mighty tree." she happily returned to the Duke. To those that that enjoyed the sport of flattery (like them), it was practically a contest! Meanwhile she could be excused for thinking that they were also pleased at her company, as they laughed over choice of topic - with Nicolette cocking an eyebrow in reply to the Dukes other unspoken exertions that must also contribute. He was such a man of mischeif. One day, or night ought I say. ""You know I’ve heard a lot of suggestions towards your wildly misspent youth Lord Kingston, but hardly any details." she returned to Francis. "Having not seen a roguish inclination in anything you have done lately, either you were never such a naughty boy in the first place, or the spankings worked extremely well!" Nicci suspected the former, and that Francis just did not want to admit that he'd been a near perfect youth. She then peeked and added "It looks quite scrummy."
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    An afternoon with Mary | Worchester House, 4th afternoon

    Nicci loosed a frustrated sigh at the mutually concluded and excellent advice, "Ah! You must help distract me from her!" Squeezing Mary's hand she was grateful for her! "Point noted, though I've little to worry about yet on that account. The Lady I call my best friend, of my own age that is, is most particularly plain speaking and with no nonsense about her. Why really, I'd have said she was too blatant even, except that is her charm. In any case, I am quite certain that Lady Kendishall is not duplicitous in her friendship." “While I do have one newer friend that I am less certain about.” she added, “I have thought to keep an open air, yet with some reserve.” Mary truly did help then. Nicolette laughed with glee, "Ooh that is perfect. Though I’ve not seen the dark side of my cousin myself, something about his bearing fairly screams that he is not one to cross or speak ill of. 'Evoking him' to conversation with the lady might be enough to send her running." And Mary had figured that solution out so easily. After her laughter had subsided Nicci acknowledged, "I have much to learn yet don’t I."
  14. Nicci and the Boys Nicci grinned at Arthurs entirely honest question (he and she were the closest, and she took his candidacy as a compliment). "Do you think I should be?" her eyes flared with a playful melodrama. "You might have forgotten that I am a refugee from French religious persecution myself, England is my protector, and will surely never be my enemy, nor I hers." she whispered to reassure the young man. "You need not worry for me dear Arthur, while it warms my heart that you do." Hushing for the speakers, Nicci barely resisted applauding Buckingham’s contribution, and when Louis spoke she beamed with pride. Louis had made a fine showing, Lord Herbert even commented it. Nodding Nicci agreed, "Pomp and charisma are more important than substance, but I think he even makes some fine points." She supposed that Charles champed at the bit to be able to speak at the House of Lords too. He was the sort of youth that aspired, and a very clever youth at that. In a lull, she thought to ask him, "What I have thought unusual is that that Chevreuse and Saint Alignan are in England again despite the declaration, why they barely go home these days." It would be interesting to hear Charles perspective on that.
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    Rhapsody In Rose | 5th April Evening. public event, open to all

    The French Belle arrives! Nicci had not intended to be so late - but after the excitement of the past few days she'd lost all interest in hurrying. She'd fussed about getting dressed for the evening, taking an awfully long time, contentedly distracted thinking about her time spent with the King, and of what it meant. He was hardly even secretive of her, and she felt so happy for that fact. Nicci hardly even minded being a secret lover meanwhile, it was a marvellously hedonistic secret, and one she could freely talk about with her dearest friend, her cousins, and her charming sponsor. She finally settled on a sky blue gown, the skirts of which were constructed of multiple layers of crumpled gauze. It was pleasant to think about Duke Buckingham as she dressed, blue was his favourite colour, though his life was anything but monochromatic. Nicci thought herself to be in love with him. She was not sure who she loved the most, Buckingham, The King, or Francis. Ranelagh was different. He was lovely of course, but lately she'd felt less gushy about him. Perhaps it was because she was so very occupied by the rest of her loves. Daisy had done fancy braiding in her hair, and those were fastened with combs that were inset with pearls, which complimented the seed pearls on the bodice of her evening gown. Tonight she wore a pair of older slippers though, they were green, but she doubted anyone would see them, and they were well worn in and terribly comfortable. So Nicci had not deliberately meant to be late to Sophia's event... Finally arriving, she glided into the room, her dark eyes bright in the candelabra-light. Oh, and there! The Duke and Francis. Nicci thought to move towards them immediately, but then saw that look upon the Dukes face. It was an 'available' and slightly arrogant look, charmingly self centred as he waited to see who would approach? Meanwhile Francis was looking... what was that expression on his face? She hardly recognised it, but had seen that Sophia had just left them. Waiting a bare few seconds more (just enough to allow some other rush in if they were clever enough to do so!) she approached the Duke and dipped a full curtsy. When she arose again, she wore a grin, "I hope we are not expected to sit again so soon after the session - my derriere is still complaining." flirtatiously she peeked around the Dukes side and commented, "Yours seems to have held up well." she tried not to laugh out loud, as she next turned to Francis, "how is yours faring Milord Kingston?" It was not at all the topic for mixed company, but after the weight of the day she was sure her men could do with some impropriety.
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