Joan, the Plain, dreams of joining the House of Armagnac, a jousting troupe of renown. Today she auditions, still bright-eyed after driving one hundred fifty miles from Lorraine, Ohio.
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Joan, the Plain, dreams of joining the House of Armagnac, a jousting troupe of renown. Today she auditions, still bright-eyed after driving one hundred fifty miles from Lorraine, Ohio.
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 They loan her armor and a horse. Cameras will record what is expected to be her undignified forced-dismount. And, should something untoward happen, well then, that footage will turn to gold. 
Full of hope, Joan meets her opponent, Rhiannon, she of the luxurious flaming hair. |
 The accomplished lady knight, veteran of many encounters and a gallery favorite, often takes words literally. "Bash her into tomorrow," is not something to tell Rhi. |
Joan focuses and prepares. Rhiannon frowns. "Make it look good, if you can." 
The young women spur toward destruction...
 Oh-oh, what's this? Rhi loses her reins, and now her celebrated, umm, seat. |
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 "Makeup!!! Where is that flaky hairdresser guy?" |
 
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