impulsive voicetesting is a go.

[cannot]

Now I cannot say I wholly approve of your ... fascination with my face, as you keep saying, since you are flattering my vanity. And I will not have any more of that again.

Surely we can find ourselves something to apply my wits toward. [ no, don't give us that look, emma. ]

Oh, why not? It's so painfully obvious that some of these girls in this shared headspace are in lo— yes, yes I know I said that my matchmaking days are over. But just a small hint can't hurt, can it? Just a tip in the right direction. Hm?

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[biotch]

So, what you're like a— [ Don't say pimp. ] —professional, uh— [ Don't say pimp. ] —date....maker?

o m g

[cannot]

Professional? Hardly. Although, I would say I can be rather good at it. [ a beat. ] Well, maybe not lately, but— never mind. No, I'm afraid not.

i regret nothing!!!!

[biotch]

So it's a downtime thing? Just, got nothing better to do so you fix dudes up with honeys for, like, fun? [ Still....sort of sounds like a pimp ]

—that's cool.

as you should!!!

[cannot]

[ dudes and honeys...? ]

If ... that is what you would like to call it, I suppose.

But it got me into quite a lot of trouble, so you can see why my writer is so keen to keep me out of it.

the greatest crossover the world has ever known :C

[biotch]

Did you like give somebody another guy's girl? [ Shuffling back and forth he looks at his feet. It's none of his business, but she seems like a nice lady. ] I mean — what kind of trouble?

i never knew i wanted it :c

[cannot]

No, nothing like that! I mean, it wasn't so irreparable. It all worked out in the end, and I should say that's what matters most, don't you?

[ now she's fidgeting a bit, rambling and avoiding the subject. she already apologised for her behaviour once. ]

I might have misinterpreted someone's feelings. ... A few times.

tell jesse your problems emma :c

[biotch]

[ It all worked out in the end. Isn't that something Jesse's told himself time and time again in the past. Not that this lady's busting caps and burning ice. But some things are universal, he guesses. ]

Well— [ She seems a little uncomfortable. It's a little gradeschool, but Jesse's first impulse is to try and make her feel better. ] —if there was room to misinterpret them, then they weren't being like super clear about them either, right? It's like, y'know. Two way street and all that.

[ He shrugs. ] She can't blame you if they're not being crystal. That ain't cool.

he will make her ego even bigger

[cannot]

[ emma nods along, though his peculiar speech patterns make it a bit difficult to follow. ]

Well, no, they were not exactly clear at first. So, I suppose I cannot be blamed for that — and I was given rather confusing messages from both parties.

Certainly ain't cool. [ she smiles as a child would after learning new word. ] Pardon my asking, but are you American?

A FINE BASIS FOR A FRIENDSHIP!!!

[biotch]

See? What I tell you — totally in the clear.

[ It's funny, the way that she says ain't cool, but Jesse doesn't want to laugh in her face or point out the way it sounds a little strange. If she wanted to pick things up, keep an open mind, tha was cool of her — and Jesse is cool with cool. ] Yeah, I'm American. From, ah — from New Mexico. Albuquerque. You ever heard of it?

[ He assumes she's British and maybe even from the past, just based on the way she's dressed. Or maybe she worked at one of those historical theme parks, pretending to be old school for a living. Could be. ]

VERY FINE INDEED!

[cannot]

[ and emma is all for keeping herself educated. even though her list of books to be read has been a slow process. her mind is much more focused on... other projects. ]

Albuquerque. No, I'm afraid not. You see, I've never been outside Highbury — not that I need to. But it is interesting to hear of other places. I would love to see the seaside some day.

[ very british. and very glued to her spot within hartfield. ]

[tomatch]

[ well, this is... different. hi emma! have a modern au version of yourself who runs a dating website! ]

A hint can never hurt.

[cannot]

[ very different. but quite interesting. it would be safe to say she would approve of this dating website. ]

Yes, and only a hint — an entirely vague hint with no names or anything of the sort. Completely innocent.

[ yeah right. ]

[tomatch]

Exactly! And if they need a bit of an explanation, it'd be the nice thing to give it to them!

i tried to resist!

[cannot]

Of course, and that would be the right thing to do. But no more meddling after that!

[ a firm nod as if she were remembering mr. knightley's words. that falters quickly as she regards the familiar woman. it's not just her temperament that reminded her of someone (herself, if she was flattering), but it is also her face (not like hers). she can't quite place it yet.

then it hits her. it really cannot be... ]

... Mrs. Elton?!

[ oh, did she say that out loud? it was a rather impulsive realisation. ]

[hamshotfirst]

Only so long as their intentions are pure, madam. A broken heart is the most grievous wound.

[cannot]

Of course not, sir! [ the very last thing emma wants is to cause injury. ] My intentions could not be more opposite. Happiness of the heart is all that I hope for.

[ okay maybe she likes the satisfaction of being right, but she could barely stop crying when she realised she had mistaken mr, elton's feelings for harriet. how stupid indeed. ]

[hamshotfirst]

It is all any of us wish for, and yet: it remains so often unattainable. Truly we are cruel Cupid's wretched play-things.

[cannot]

[ ah. ]

Pardon me, sir. I hope I'm not being too forward if I were to ask ... are you having some of your own difficulties with matters of the heart?

[hamshotfirst]

I have been entirely transparent about the depth of my feelings for Mindi from the start; written her poem after poem. I truly felt that what we two shared was meaningful and lasting. Yet she will not return my phone calls and she has blocked me on facebook.

srynotsry.

[ideduce]

If you ask me, one's vanity could oftentimes use the flattery. Keeping the ego fed is much like nurturing a pet, or a very bright, abundantly petaled flower.

me2.

[cannot]

I do hope I'm the flower in this metaphorical situation—

[ h o l d u p. ]

Mr. Knightley, when did you ... [ stop shaving?? dressing like a poor person?? ] change your look?