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The Morning Letter

May 25, 05 - 12:55 AM
We Want KIKI!

You have read the Tellurian edition of The Morning Letter no doubt. Princess Mushroom's American Diaries were printed therein. But here is an article from the Ladyton Edition itself!

No doubt you have heard the young blondes screaming: "We want KIKI!"

Well, here she is.
Isabel Trent

May 25th, 2005 - 1:21 AM
Re: We Want KIKI!

Oh, to have been there that night! Such a tragedy that I had to wash my hair. The hair-washing impulse comes over us blondes so suddenly and powerfully, and we can't leave the house till we have satisfied it. But you know this.

I say -- Kiki looks mightily familiar. I suspect I have lately seen her at Versailles in the company of young Marie-Antoinette...
The Morning Letter

May 26th, 2005 - 1:35 AM
Re: We Want KIKI!

As you may know, there is at least one other newspaper in Aristasia - The Looking Glass. Opinions vary as to whether it is a livelier, better-illustrated paper than the traditional and trusted Morning Letter, or whether it is, in fact, a rag.

Readers may have the opportunity to judge for themselves. Having read The Morning Letter's report of Miss Caerelinde's visit to the Aphrodite Cocktail Bar, you may now read how The Looking Glass covers the same event.

Happy reading!
Isabel Trent

Jun 6th, 2005 - 4:59 PM
Re: We Want KIKI!

And talking of the Universal embodiment of all brunettishness, who else has seen Miss Haruno Sumire in the Takarazuka Revue's Elisabeth: The Round of Love and Death? In which Death herself is in love with the Empress... I nearly had heart failure a hundred times watching the slow seduction.

Picture a lovely young Sisi in a yellow frock, no more than fifteen years of age, trying to walk a tightrope at a family picnic and inevitably falling with a scream. The Death-ettes (more pretty girls, about eight of them, dressed all in black with silver hair like Death's) lift her up and bring her before Death's throne. Death seems jaded, uninterested. But then she looks into Sisi's eyes and something beautiful and secret passes between them.

And Death falls in love.

"Just a young girl, that's all you should be... yet all of me is crumbling. Just one simple human being... yet you're making me shiver." She sings that she can't take Elisabeth's life, because "I want the love of the living you ... Wherever you go, I will follow you. The round of love and death."

Elisabeth isn't afraid; she wakes up in her own bed and gazes at the retreating figure of Death, visible only to her, and although of course there aren't subtitles (I found a few of the lyrics in Elektraspace) one has the feeling that she's singing to her.

Years pass. Elisabeth forgets all about Death and marries Franzesca-Josefine, and they are dancing together, surrounded by all the court wishing them well, when the music changes and the Death-ettes sidle through the crowd like the shadows you see out of the corner of your eye. They separate Elisabeth from the crowd of dancers... and then with a twinkling of bells, Death appears!

The regal, stunningly gorgeous Miss Haruno stalks her frightened blonde prey around the stage, singing of the folly of trying to escape her through this marriage, of the downfall of the Habsburgs, of their duet which will surely come... "The last dance belongs to me! Your dance with me is destiny!"

Her passionate obsession is such that, well, they ought to have ambulances standing by to tend to the blondes in the audience. I can't imagine why, let alone how, Elisabeth held out against her so long.

Death has its disadvantages, certainly. But such advantages! Miss Haruno in dark red velvet, Miss Haruno in military uniform, Miss Haruno in that complicated black cloak business, waving her sword... oh, dearie me...