Ms. Ink's Tabloid Debut

[libertyybelle 6187]

A tired Governess of the Augustine  squints at the tabloid letting out a long and exhausted sigh. Leaning back in her decadent office chair she lamented to her bodyguard and confidant, Brandt.
 

“Seems whichever piggish lady wrote this has half the bravery, half the wit and half the class of my little debutants. Though half is pushing it. Everyone wishes to post the next gossip tabloid instead of doing good by this Empire by working hard and to be so cowardice as to hide behind a pen name. Atleast Swanhilda and Maisie had the two sense and courage to put their name on their slander.” @champ

[champ 194]

The young confidant, advisor and muscle sits beside his Governess, their temples nigh-touching as they read from the same tabloid; Brandt tapping an index to the tip of his tongue to better sift between the sheets of outrageous gossip. Palm absently letting the unfurled pamphlet fall atop the table, Brandt pinches the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. "See, what I've been telling you? It costs them not to mention us, Anna. No better reminder than this, ah?" He leans forth on his seat and delivers three hard taps of his middle finger against the tabloid, before then wagging his index in the air - falling back into his seat with a loft of his ankle onto his thigh, and a pressing together of his fingertips before his chest. "People like Ms. Ink talk too much and say too little." Vengefully, he hisses past his gritted teeth - and falls into a silent shake of his head: angry, and disappointed.

 

@libbybelle

[ydegirl 2357]

21 hours ago, champ said:

Renne Caroline de Falstaff 

 

Theodora thinks this writer should learn to spell her daughters name before critiquing her.

[Minuvas 3193]

[!] The High Elf Guffaws when the document is shown to him.

"Rumor mongering? This is Holy Orenia, this ghastly writing besmirches the respected peerage and our esteemed servants of the State.  I defend each of the good ladies and gentlemen, whose character we must assume and I encourage all to know are in keeping with the good taste and principles of our Empire. Such opinions are best suited for private gossip within private quarters - where it should die. Hark good Citizens - take this writing and depose of it in the trash, where it belongs. It is not brave or a elevated use of right speech to chastise others from the shadows. I would gladly offer to let Ms. Ink tour the good Ministries to see the labor of the Imperial Government, and the citizens and peers she so boldly insults."

He taps his staff once against the floor, rubbing the ears of his dog.

"Further, Such writing is hardly fitting for our deep cultural tradition of intellectual writing, historical study, and betterment of Imperial society. It is insulting to the very Imperial palette to indulge in reading these works. Best we as the collective citizenry dismiss such writing as unacceptable, before it degrades further into insult against His Imperial Majesty, his family, or the Canonist faith. If we tolerate this writing now, it shall only fester into something worse. For the good man or woman who believes this is the rightful, best use, of their citizenship - or whether they are a foreigner - do consider turning your energy towards Government work. Where you may endeavor to put food in the stomachs of citizens, ensure labor for all, and build affordable housing - much better than gossiping of our nobles. "