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[ So John's had a slightly problem here. What is that problem? Well, the problem is that he doesn't speak a word of French! Okay, that's an exaggeration, he knows how to say "Merci", and fortunately for him most of the people around him know enough English to help point him in the right direction. Unfortunately for him, he's misunderstood a lot of what they've been telling him, and overshooting their directions.

So not only has he used up all his metro passes, but he doesn't have any euros on him right now, because he was pick-pocketed earlier when he stupidly wandered over to a woman asking him if he'd dropped something on the ground. Basically John is shit out of luck, and he has no idea where he is, or how to get back to where he's staying

So as he stands in the middle of a very small grassy park area, peering through the dark, he opens up his journal and just has one message. ]

I need some help!

((OOC. Open like an open thing :) Or over the journals!))

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[Rose gives a nod of approval.]

If you have to wander about alone, please try not to do it at night. Particularly since we seem to be without sort of defense in this world.

Yeah, I don't think it was the best idea I ever had, but I sort of lost track of time.

Understandable. It's certainly an overwhelming environment, compared to where we've been.

Yeah! Plus I've never been to Paris before, so it's kind of exciting to be able to see it. This is probably the only chance I'll ever get now.

Unfortunately true. It's a beautiful city.

It is! I mean, besides some kind of gross, dingy areas.

Which are easily found in any large city. The beauty of the old architecture more than makes up for any occasional litter or graffiti.

Plus there's a lot of really neat museums and stuff, which I actually haven't seen yet... but I know they're around!

There are. I spent the majority of my time today scoping them out, in fact.

Which ones did you see?

All I had time for today were the Musée Carnavalet and the Maison de Victor Hugo. Quite a bit of fascinating history, though I'm hoping to top it tomorrow when I tackle the Louvre.

[Presenting, the biggest nerd.]

[ But she sounds so happy and excited about all of it! That's kind of adorable, even if John has no idea what she just said. ]

I only know what one of those things are.

One is a history museum, and the other is the former home of a notable French author.

[She gives him a warm smile, holding back a chuckle at his confusion.]

I suppose you can tell that I'm quite fond of this city so far.

It sure sounds like it! But I am glad you're enjoying it so much, Rose.

Well, I have always wanted to visit Paris. I will just be keeping my fingers crossed that we don't have any run-ins with flesh consuming zombies, or sludge monsters prowling the metros.

[It doesn't take long to reach the street Rose is staying on, and when they do she motions to a bench on the sidewalk.]

I don't have to go inside just yet, if you would like to sit for a minute.

[ Making a face. She's joking about it, but.... ]

Oh! Sure.

[ Looking up at the buildings though. ]

You live in one of these?

[She points to a low, kind of dingy building backed up between the taller, prettier ones. The outside is covered in potted plants, but it's cute. And tiny.]

In that one. Though "live" has far too permanent a connotation. I would much rather be optimistic and say I am "staying" there.

[ Somehow, this house seems the most fitting to John! For some reason.

He goes to sit down on the bench she pointed to and studies the building ]

It's really nice. I bet it's a great place to stay at right now.

Well, it puts a roof over my head, though I could do without competing for a reasonable place to sleep each night.

[She sits down beside him, straightening out her skirt, carefully placing her grocery bag on the ground... and batting at something bright in the corner of her vision? She glances suspiciously in that direction, but when there's nothing there she relaxes just a bit.]

[ John doesn't even notice it! He does notice her looking though and leans to the side a little so he can try to peer around her. Doesn't... look like anything is there? So he'll just ignore it. ]

How many people are you sharing your house with?

Six. It's quite a bit too small for seven people, but it is considerably better than a bench outside in December.

[Feeling something brush the back of her head, she looks once more, but sees only empty space. With a small shudder, she rubs her arms and scoots just a bit closer to John...]

That's true! I can't imagine what I would do if I hadn't ended up having a house when I showed up here!

[ He notices that and leans forward a little, looking a bit concerned. ]

Are you okay, Rose?

[ Probably not, considering the mischievous little glow that radiates from just behind the bench, barely noticeable if you're not looking for it. ]

I'm perfectly fine...

[Except that she is kind of staring at him a bit funny, sort of unfocused and dazed. And she may or may not have just put one hand on his knee so that she won't topple over. There is something wrong with your best friend, John. She looks a little drugged.]

[ Yeah! He can tell, kind of, only... only as the little light floats upwards and dances over his head without his notice, he's not paying less and less attention to how weird she looks because...

Well, because she doesn't look weird at all! At least as the same dazed look passes over his face and he starts leaning his face towards her he certainly isn't think about how weird she looks. In fact he isn't thinking about much, he's just reaching up with one hand and cupping her cheek in his palm.

Uh-oh. ]

[Her eyes register weak panic for approximately 4.13 milliseconds, before she lets out the tiniest of contented sighs, and gently closes whatever distance is left.]