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Darlene Hamilton

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    Lady Oakham

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  • Title
    Viscountess
  • INTERESTS
    Hostessing Events, Theatre, Throwing Parties and Spectaculars
  • OCCUPATION
    Spellbound by Miss Divine

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  1. OOC: please accept my apologies for being absent. IC “Oh having many brothers is not so wonderful as that.” Darlene replied cheerily, “Though truth be told the eldest three were mostly away on their own adventures while I was growing up. And then there was Percy, who was just a nuisance.” The narrow stairs were filled by the great volumes of fabric, lace and ribbons that the ladies routinely lugged about, so that any gentlemen who thought to ascend or decend at that time had to move back or forth to the landings and press themselves against the wall that the woman could pass! “Oh but that is awful.” Darlene was about to reveal she was a widow too, but her companions whispered remark intrigued. “But do you mean he was a gad about?” the question was whispered, and spoke with a flare of eyes. “… and separate from you also.” Darlene’s own Thomas had not spent much time with her, but she did not think he was having much fun during those boring absences. She paused before stepping into the room, loosing a sigh. “Oh but yours is different.” Darlene’s old room had an adjoining door to her brothers, while Victorines was entirely contained. “Oh but beautiful, do you know I think that the Golightly’s have remodelled, everything looked far more tired when I stayed, O however many years ago.” Moving to the window, Darlene looked out, before turning back towards her new friend in her fine surroundings. “I am properly jealous!” Darlene smiled in making this compliment, before moving to the bed to also sit. Especially as there were chocolates. “Yes that is her, Lady Toledo, and she is also much fun.” Darlene wanted a chocolate, but it was rude to take without it being offered. If Victorine was a male she’d have ate one anyhow, but women could be difficult about such things. (Darlene knew, cause she could be difficult too.) “Oh yes, I do have a great talent, I am a wonderous hostess of parties.” She had other talents too, though this was the one she wanted to become famous at. “But I bet you do have talents, perhaps you just haven't found what it is yet. Like, perhaps you can…” looking at Victorine more closely then, Darlene tried to make an excellent guess, “…befriend just anyone you meet. Why look, I am smitten with you already.” Yes that was an excellent guess.
  2. "Yes." Darlene answered simply enough, she had the manner of a woman with no secrets. That of course was not the case. "But have you brothers too, and perhaps a husband here also? Your Lord Ballater is not the jealous type I hope, that is the worst sort of husband I found." Truth was she's have loved her dear departed to have been more jealous of her, Thomas would have looked magnificent in a duel, there ought to have been many of them. "Teehee, yes lets traverse upstairs." Darlene was much taken with Victorine's flattering conversational style, and without further ado she took up a handful of skirts to manage her way up the stairs easily. Not certain of the others rank, she followed after upon account of Victorine looking a tad elder and being the Inns actual guest. Meanwhile she chattered, "My other guest is exotic also, she is from Germany really, but Venice too, related somehow to a Lord here who was her guardian, and now married to the new Spanish ambassador. But mostly she is known for her voice. On more than one occasion I've heard people say she sings like a nightingale. Of course, I am horribly Envious!" It was a companionable style of envy though, laughed brightly and all with a broad smile.
  3. Darlene's eyes flared a pleasure as Victorine played along with the melodrama - and played coy! So that each moment she then digressed about her particular room, the only thing her companion was thinking about was 'what wine ought it be!?" "A honey coloured chair, that does seem familiar. And have you a view of the courtyard below? Mine did, my brother spied upon me through it, so that I learnt quite quickly not to dilly dally there." Darlene would be quite happy to the room and to see if it was the same in person, just to tread the hallway again would be a walk down memory lane. Raising to Victorines unspoken challenge, Darlene pretended she'd no interest in wine at all. Except that Lady Ballater kept on mentioning filled glasses ... then finally , at long last, Victorinne did her reveal, and named the wines. If those were indeed wine names, Darlene only recognised that the shop they came from was a wine merchant. "I've never heard of wines with those names." Darlene freely admitted, and smiled, "they must be especially special and rare, why I am quite honoured that you recommended me such. Even more so as a gift. But please, you must come to my dinner party also. It is a very small affair, I am sure that my lady friend shall delight to meet you. Besides, if you are newly arrived you shall want for introductions." This Vicountess was a welcoming woman; after all didn’t the good book say to treat others as you would want to be treated. "I do not know for certain, I felt terribly bad about it." she said of poor Jerome, "I don’t think it was heartbreak so much as thwarted ambition though. I hardly knew him, and he'd have been miserable if we'd married. I've not seen him since, I hope he doesnt have a limp."
  4. Darlene Hamilton

    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    Oakham and Toledo While Sophia finished fussing with the pins, Darlene realised she had broken one of her rules, the one that went 'don’t talk about somebody until they have left the room'. Because it was only now that she'd started on George Chruchill that she noticed he was slower than most in leaving the chapel, that he was in fact, just over there. He looked fine again too, in that dangerous and exciting sort of way she especially liked. "The green ribbon club is for politics, like the woolsack, but not refined, nor royally endorsed I don’t think. They publish controversial pamphlets, in fact maybe they call them the pamphleteers? Or if they arent, then they should be." "Bawdy love letters do you think? You would have love my cousin Heather..." her eyes followed George and John as they left, and even as Sophia discovered a forgotten book Darlene cooed, "-Come Lady Toledo - I am bored of this game." Darlene was intent to follow after the gentlemen, and so the ladies came to overhear their words. "Why Captain Churchill, I thought you were talking about us for a moment." Darlene interjected cheerily and with a wink to Burgoyne (whom she did not actually know, but winks were a handy way of negating social niceties.)
  5. Following Victorines cue Darlene leaned forward, flicking open her fan behind which to whisper, her eyes flaring in appreciation of this show of secrecy (Darlene loved little more than a bit of drama!). "...please, just 'Darlene'. And you might have guessed, that I love to test the boundaries of convention also." To ham it up a little more Darlene glanced around the room to check for wagging ears (& refusing to be disappointed at nobody paying their show any attention at all) she then continued, "Leek and potato soup with capers, and for our main: potted veal." Secrecy of her intended menu aside, she returned to natrual posture to greet, "Delighted to meet you Lady Ballater, Victorine. But which rooms are you staying in? I wonder if it might be in my old apartment even. My Brother the Earl Chichester resided here some years ago, we had the very finest time." No judgement here. "Oh, that was until my poor rejected suitor shot himself in the foot. It sounds amusing now, but at the time it was all rather ... mmm, a bad day. For him at least." She flashed a grin, and then quizzed. "Who on earth told you it was odd to stay in an Inn?"
  6. Darlene Hamilton

    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    "It's a scandal, I completely agree." delighted Darlene fairly shone "Shall we keep looking for more?" Sophia meanwhile plotted Mischief, making Darlene giggle out loud. But the frog prank idea was going too far even for her! It was seldom indeed that Darlene reined another’s ideas in, so it was possibly even a first that she then said "Or what about a little love letter, that he shall later find at the end of the day when he disrobes. Then to wonder back though his day to who it might have been?" "I don’t know hm at all in fact." Darlene replied cheerily as though that was no matter at all, "But I sat next to him at the Lords, and asked him to provide me an escort to the Green Ribbon Club. If he was a good and sensible gentleman he'd have said no. My Late Lord Husband for instance, would have been aghast. But George Churchill agreed. It shall be shockingly dangerous, and I expect to have a great deal of fun!"
  7. Darlene Hamilton

    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    "We completely must," she fully agreed, and planning an extravaganza would be a perfect topic for their dinner party. Then to their treasure hunting... Darlene dropped the Chancellors button, her interest caught by her friend. "Ooh you found the best thing!" she whispered, hurrying to see Sophia's intrigue. "He practically undressed her, I wonder if she even knew. Or perhaps she did know, and was complicit! Goodness, that is even more daring than I'd be. I’m so jealous!" Darlene grinned. "I bet mine was just the chancellors loose button popped when he sat downside, everyone knows Lord Daventry is so boring." Darlene touched one of the pins, "Was this where George Churchill was sitting? He's quite a fascinating man don’t you think? He’s a little bit wicked, and also exciting."
  8. Fair fortune, saving Darlene from a perilous venture into the common rooms rough and tumble, appeared in the shape of a woman - a French one no less (Victorine's accent was clear). "How astute of you!" she beamed 'neath the compliments, for while flattery was a second language to every courtier, it was enjoyable to accept praise when it was so deserved. "I do take my role as hostess dreadfully seriously, and am having a friend to dinner tomorrow evening." Already Darlene was sizing the other lady up, possibly to invite her along, just in case she might be an adventuress also. Like a clucky chook Darlene was always quick to take such persons under wing. "Hmm." pressing a finger to her lips she repressed a pleased smile, "why you are right, and I dare say by your heritage you shall know exactly what a lady should pair with a pre-excursion dinner party, why without your help I would be pressed to choose between white wine or red. What would you suggest? "Oh! Pardon me, but my name is Darlene Hamilton, or Lady Oakham if we are being all proper about it." Darlene’s eyes were bright as she tried figure out this lady, who was without a gentleman escort but plainly a woman of quality, while was of an age to suggest some worldly wisdom. “May I ask, are you staying here?”
  9. Darlene was in a very restless mood following the Duchesses visit, she had read the letters at least five times and still had no idea of what to do. Having no idea of what to do was a very unpleasant sensation, and not one she was accustomed to at all. For the umpteenth time she sighed of it. "Send for a carriage!" she called as she whisked herself up stairs. What 'sending for a carriage' actually entailed Darlene hardly knew, but by the time she'd finished revising her look, there was a city carriage awaiting her outside the front gate. There was a petite dinner party to plan afterall, she was to entertain her new dear friend Lady Toledo, and later Lord Chatham also. Foodstuffs were required, and everyone in London knew the best cook in town was down at the Red Lion... "To the Red Lion' Darlene called to the driver, relieved to have this matter at least under control! So it was with not much ado that Darlene managed to take Mrs Golightly from her Kitchen breifly. "Three courses shall do adequately, and it needs to be something light upon the digestion for we are daring out into the town sometime after. Oh do not ask me where. I am pledged not to say a word - but if you must press, then I can say that we shall be in the proximity of the wharves. Upon Lifeguard business. It shall be utterly fascinating. Ooo! Perhaps we should have a nice fish for the main in that case, but not flounder, I cannot abide the way those lay on the plate looking at you." The young Viscountess chattered away far longer than Mrs Golightly really had the time for. But finally it was all done, the cook returned to her stoves to the well wish of 'God speed!' from the Lady. Darlene turned from the farewell, and looked about the Inn, reluctant to leave the bustling scene... and she, so prettily dressed in a light green day dress with snugly fitting sleeves to her elbow (where upon they flared out in a volume of cream lace). Her bodice worked in red embroidery of poppies, it's squared neckline deeply cut (with cream lace trim to preserve modesty) About her neat waist was a broad dark green ribbon, beneath which great volumes of silk cascaded, with further embroidered poppies ran about the hem. She was all dressed up, but with no where else to go. Loosing a sigh, Darlene was upon the lookout for a diversion... 'I should have invited Lord Churchill to take me to the Green Ribbon Club' , but she had not, and now her eyes turned towards the rowdy Tap room. There was adventure to be found in there, she was practically certain of it.
  10. "I think that Cumberland knows how to get them." Darlene mused dizzily, having never really paid any attention to import or exports. "I don’t think you should have one from the Americas though, " Darlene had made friends with Weroance Anne, and so it just did not seem right to her. "But ooh but I’ve never heard of anyone having one from the Orient, you will amaze everybody at Court." The ladies chatter was what some would call inane, though Darlene would describe it as purely enjoyable. But even the best of afternoon teas came to an end, and soon this one did too. "We can only hope. " Darlene paused on that thought then boldly announced, "I think I want to swap all my gold jewellery for silver." It was a very dramatic decision, but seemed do very right just now. "I wonder if there is anyone who does that sort of thing. I bet our Count Fiorenzi would know." At length their cups of tea were empty and the dregs of the pot quite cold - so farewells were made, Darlene embraced the Duchess also. "Thank you so for visiting." she farewelled sincerely, "I cannot wait for our evening of discovery together." And speaking of discovery, after the Duchess had left, Darlene returned to those letters they had found, and re read them all again. The second one broke her heart each time, Thomas had never realy loved her. Which made the last letter all the more important... It was times like this that Darlene wished she was cleverer, but she was only clever enough to know this was important. What could be done with it. Maybe I should show Charles? OOC: sorry for my late late late reply & thankyou for the thread
  11. Darlene Hamilton

    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    Oakham and Toledo Which was true, provoking Darlene to shine "Why just imagine if we ever put our skills together and created an event. It might set a new bar of how things should be done in entertainment, our names would be noted as the most accomplished hostesses -or should that be hostessii - to walk the halls of Whitehall." Darlene's name would go first of course. But to this adventure, then stealthily prayed - Darlene peeked just once or twice to make sure that Sophia was diligent too, and also to be certain that she was fake praying better than her friend. Competitive praying was a thing. But thank goodness the ladies decided they'd done enough of that. "I was just going to say that too." Darlene whispered, and flashed a grin. Scooping herself up to her feet she looked about, before scooching down the pew checking under, around and about. "Wasn't this where the chancellor was sitting?" she whispered, bending to pick up a button. "I don’t even think this is his, what can that mean?" her eyes flared with playful intrigue OOC: I beleive we are perfectly fine to find little unimportant bits and bobs.
  12. Darlene Hamilton

    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    Oakham and Toledo She covered her lips to hide her amusement, though naught could halt the dancing of eyes. "It would be wrong of course to hope it a trend that will catch on for next week too?!" Darlene for her part was well ready to get up from the pews (she suffered both a terrible thirst and a need to pee!) If there was any doubt in her mind remaining (though there wasn’t anyhow) her utter delight with new friend was then confirmed as Sophia suggested a terribly clever thing. Darlene’s eyes flared, "Ooh that is terribly clever." said in a low enough voice so other might not hear, and take up the clever idea too. "I cannot believe I've never thought of that. You are really quite a savant I think. I bet you could also make up excellent party games." The latter being a highest compliment that Darlene knew how to give. Whispered then ... "Shh... lets wait a minute, till the rest of them have left. Quick - pretend to pray!" Which Darlene then herself did.
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    Easter 1678 | Easter Monday (11th all day)

    Oakham and Toledo "Well my cousin - a terribly naughty lady" Darlene’s descriptor of Heather spoken with pride "left me her book of ribald poetry she was writing, and there is a mention of a man of the cloth that I suspect..." But such inappropriate mid-service gossip was halted as the lovely ladies discovered this one and then that called away, so that in quick order they became one of the very few persons remaining in Church! "Goodness gracious!" Darlene moved to hold Sophia's hand, "this is not usual, even for our modern times." She looked back to Sophia, seeking some cue of what they ought to do.
  14. "You need a darkie servant like mine, she hardly says a word." Darlene recommended, "ooo and then our servants could be friends too, and it would be just perfect." Because sometimes Darlene had wondered if Maisie got a bit lonely. "Hmm..." tipping her head she mused, "It must be a Cavandish way, to be such a strong mind and independent. I remember William commending academic interests for women. It seems a nice idea to do, but I have no idea of what I'd like to think so much about. I wish my days to be more fun. Oh and yes I agree, planning the weeks menus and such is the ultimate boredom, who cares what wine to pair with salmon an if you should only eat blancmange in springtime!" "I will treat you like - a little bit older." Darlene grinned as a tease "though you are a Duchess and I'm only Viscountess, so you have to go through the doors first anyhow." breaking into laughter she alleged, "so you can clear it for cobwebs, for I'm afraid of spiders!" Of attending th enext ball in matched silver she nodded, "That's a grand idea, and might help ward away malevolence there also."
  15. Even though Elizabeth was more fun than Frances, she was still rather sensible. "Oh yes I suppose." Darlene replied of algae, understanding that her oldest new friend was making an effort. This friendship was simply a more serious minded one than was Darlene's usual. "I don’t truly know, I hardly gave it a chance." she replied on topic of Thomas, "I think he had a difficult time properly expressing himself..." but Elizabeth’s actual question had been what would make her happy. "What most makes you happy?" Darlene asked, realising that she was unsure of her own answer. Talk of dressing up for their evening was a happy thought though, and Darlene smiled of it. "You are a dear, I cannot wait, we shall prepare together then? I would like to match you as much as I may." she imagined that together they would make a striking pair. "Goodness, it is only a shame that the seance need to be such a secret, for almost no-one will see how fine we look." "Cant you just tell me what to buy?" Darlene preferred that over having to read a book on a tedious subject. "But my birthday is the 2nd of December 1656, I'll be turning 22 this year. When was yours?"
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