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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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What about a metro station? If this place is like New York, they'll be fucking everywhere...

I'm out of metro passes...

Yeah, but dude -- [more rummaging as he makes a quick check to make sure he can back up what he's about to say. yep. ok we're good] I'm not. I could come and get you.

[ Oh thank goooood. ]

Are you sure?

Of course I am. Like I'd let you freeze your ass off. Just find out what the closest metro station is, while I grab a coat, ok?

Okay! Hold on. ... Actually! I guess you don't have to, since it'll take you awhile to get here anyway.

Fair 'nuff. I'll just keep my journal on me and start down to the station. Lemme know when you figure it out!

Got it! I am walking across the park right now.

[he swings his coat on, pockets the map and his wallet, then heads out. John will hear the sounds of the street coming over the journal]

[ A promising sound indeed! John meanwhile will just keep trekking his way across the park. ]

Okay, I'm almost at the sidewalk.

[ Play by play... ]

Good. [he'll start to hustle, then, sneakers slapping the sidewalk] I'm still a block or so from the station, but I'll be there soon.

Okay! I can see a metro station from here by the way. Iiit's...

[ NAME GOES HERE. ]

Okay, I'm on my way.

[and to save time and panic, Mark hops his ass on the metro and soon enough, he's making his way up out of the station, looking around for that familiar face --]

John?

[ He's standing by the entrance to the metro, looking off in another direction, not paying a lot of attention to down the stairs, but he spins around, waving excitedly when he sees Mark. ]

Hi!

Hey! C'mon, let's get you out of this fucking cold before your fingers fall off! [he grins] You got gloves? I brought an extra pair.

[ Man! A real pal *^* ]

I don't actually! I didn't think I was going to be out this long. Thanks, dude!

Hey, any time. [he leads the way back down into the metro] ... D'you remember where you live, here? Or you wanna just crash with me for the night?

I have an address! And I know what stop I'm supposed to get off at. I just have to take a minute or two to figure out where we are and how to make the connections and all that, you know?

Oh! Shit. Yeah, sure, take your time, man. [he'll just lean on the subway wall and wait for John to check the map and get his bearings. there's a pretty good guitar player busking down there, so he's chill about the whole thing. the tunes are good]

[ John is walking up to the map, quickly finding where his stop is. He's literally standing on his toes, trying to trace his location to the one they're at now. It takes him about three minutes before he's jogging over to Harry. ]

Only two connections! That's not too bad.

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