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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Taokan" data-source="post: 2530801" data-attributes="member: 34533">Pasting a smile on her face, Camille nodded agreeably to the door guard and added her little card to the large filing cabinet along the large wall; doing that, she attempted to copy a nearby fancy lady's glide into the ball room.From what the guard had said, she had roughly half an hour befour the real Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart arrived. Hopefully she wouldn't need all of that time.Now that she had finished the first part of her goal, she just had to find to find the expedition team, or preferably, that chauvinistic child. Peering about the room, she saw no one really standing out, but then again, she didn't expect anyone to. She saw people flirting, or attempting to anyway, eating, drinking, chatting, dancing (ugh! Camille loathed dancing!), and turning her way... Camille froze. That had to be Monsieur Starkweather! He was exactly like she pictured him.It was the bushy moustache, the smug look, his hair was even slightly thinning. Granted, he was kissing women on the hand, but smiling politely at them. He was too much of a politician to do otherwise. (Must... resist being sarcastic.)Now, how to get over to him with her letter... Ah! Rushing over to the man through the thick crowd and pulling her duplicated letter out from her concealed hiding spot, she handed the destestable man her letter. "Excuse me, sir, I have a letter for you. Here you are."Camille's lips faintly twitched in the effort not to let lose some kind of remark. In her mind, she was resisting fairly well. However, if she said something now, she saw fairly certain the secousse would not allow her on the team. Oh well.</blockquote>

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