97.5 - chewing gum fraise

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[anyone wandering around Montmartre around, oh, let's say TEN PM - will find a teen chilling bundled up with a boombox. no Leonard Cohen this week - instead you get something ridiculously catchy and French bopping out of the speakers.

as Mark chills at a cafe table, nearby, Nora's sitting in the light from said cafe with an easel, a box of pastels, and a fresh supply of paper. a colorful sign propped on the back of the easel says PORTRAITS in big, bold letters, and there's a hat at her feet]

Heeeeeeey, welkommen, bienvenue, welcome, et cetera! It's yours truly, 'Arry le Dur, comin' at you with a big, sloppy wet French broadcast from the art center of Paris! That's right, the show goes on!

I know some of you are going absolutely apeshit about whatever job you rolled outta bed to find yourself stuck with, but think of it this way: at least you didn't wake up with fuckin' homework. Which, uh, yeah, no, I am not doing. What's French for "fuck school"?!

[this elicits a very loud whoop of encouragement from Nora]

So hey, if you've got a job you don't like, you know what I say? SHOVE IT! Throw your bills in the Seine, stick your school books on the subway tracks! This is fucking PARIS! At Christmas!!! I say we earned ourselves a fucking vacation, let's all GO NUTS! Even our poor confused newbies, Love and Remilia. We also have a guy who showed up in the journals TODAY, so ... Serious sympathy cards can be sent along with coping mechanisms of your choice to Legolas.

And hey, just because we're in Paris, don't think I'm gonna get off your asses about keeping the sheep-vibes at bay! We've got an emergency plan in the works, but it still needs floor captains! Go check it out on [page number]. It's filtered, so nobody who shouldn't see it will be able to, just in case any of the First Gens or their traitor buddies are wandering around the city, too.

But hey, if you're anywhere near Montmartre, come say hi. Seriously, this place is the shit. The cafes have great food, the music's badass, and Nora's doing portraits if you want one for whoever's on your Christmas list.

[and the boy speaks the truth. come and hang out with the kids and their artistic rebellious sensibilities! it isn't Paris until you get your bohemian on!]

Comments

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

Truer words were never spoken.

[Nora leans over, resting her chin on Mark's shoulder for a moment with a grin]

I still can't believe it. We're in fucking Paris! [She laughs, grinning from ear to ear]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

And we didn't even have to do any lameass fundraisers! [he beams back] You get any customers, today?

[courageous-wit.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to come by after work. I'm an intern at one of the museums! [is super-excited about this]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Are you? That's totally badass! I'm a DJ at a club here on Montmartre, but I don't start until eleven, so I've got time to kill. ... What museum is it? I can stop by tomorrow and check it out.

dictated

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Great food.
Badass music.

yep totally knows where he's going like right now]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ryuutaros! If you can get on the Metro, take ... [there's the rustle of a map] ... line 2 to a station called Anvers. It's at the base of a bigass hill, and you'll see signs for Place du Tertre. That's where we are. The cafe's called Deux Moulins - you'll see us right outside.

[ino]

[she's totally passing by on her way back to her apartment! she's dressed up pretty nicely -- in a fancy coat, with her hair all done up :) she'll just wave to him]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora waves back with a grin]

Whoa, Ino, I love your coat!

Dictated

[syntax-error24.livejournal.com]

[Hello, weekly voice of reason. Dairine's voice is muffled from lying face first on her pillow.]

What kind of retarded place gives homework right before the holidays?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

The kind of place you don't have to listen to, that's what! Chuck it in a fireplace somewhere, nuke it in the microwave, feed it to your dog! Who the fuck cares?!

journal

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[A laugh] Well, I'm glad some things don't change.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Not if I can fucking help it, man. Where'd you wind up? You and Ashura in the same place?

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

[some hobo-looking guy has sort of been hanging around, blending in very well with the rest of the scenery so late at night. he parked himself on some steps within earshot as soon as he recognized that voice, though.

he'd rather not start a big conversation with Nora there and all (he doesn't want to intrude) but he can't help but mention...]

And here I thought you'd be older.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[Mark looks over and does a bit of a double-take. he knows the voice, though he's gonna need to talk to him a little more to remember the name]

Heh, I get that a lot. How's it goin'?

dictated forever! :x

[admonishes.livejournal.com]

[ he laughs but it's lighthearted. it's kind of reassuring to see that Mark is still, well, Mark. ]

It's a pretty neat city, huh?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeey, Raenef! I think neat's an understatement, buddy. How ya doin'?

Action!

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's on her way home and the Montmatre's out of her way, but it really wouldn't hurt. Just let her wipe the ridiculous stage makeup off her face first. She should thank him in person for boosting the signal of the emergency plan, so, with a large duffel over her shoulder and wrapped in a black, wool coat, Carolina's heading up their street, picking out the two teenagers easily.]

HH.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, C! How's it going? ... Nora, this is Carolina, the one that helped us kick everybody's asses into gear. You guys met?

[LOOK NORA HE DID A SOCIAL THING! BE PROUD]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

Truer words were never spoken.

[Nora leans over, resting her chin on Mark's shoulder for a moment with a grin]

I still can't believe it. We're in fucking Paris! [She laughs, grinning from ear to ear]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

And we didn't even have to do any lameass fundraisers! [he beams back] You get any customers, today?

[courageous-wit.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to come by after work. I'm an intern at one of the museums! [is super-excited about this]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Are you? That's totally badass! I'm a DJ at a club here on Montmartre, but I don't start until eleven, so I've got time to kill. ... What museum is it? I can stop by tomorrow and check it out.

dictated

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Great food.
Badass music.

yep totally knows where he's going like right now]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ryuutaros! If you can get on the Metro, take ... [there's the rustle of a map] ... line 2 to a station called Anvers. It's at the base of a bigass hill, and you'll see signs for Place du Tertre. That's where we are. The cafe's called Deux Moulins - you'll see us right outside.

[ino]

[she's totally passing by on her way back to her apartment! she's dressed up pretty nicely -- in a fancy coat, with her hair all done up :) she'll just wave to him]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora waves back with a grin]

Whoa, Ino, I love your coat!

Dictated

[syntax-error24.livejournal.com]

[Hello, weekly voice of reason. Dairine's voice is muffled from lying face first on her pillow.]

What kind of retarded place gives homework right before the holidays?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

The kind of place you don't have to listen to, that's what! Chuck it in a fireplace somewhere, nuke it in the microwave, feed it to your dog! Who the fuck cares?!

journal

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[A laugh] Well, I'm glad some things don't change.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Not if I can fucking help it, man. Where'd you wind up? You and Ashura in the same place?

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

[some hobo-looking guy has sort of been hanging around, blending in very well with the rest of the scenery so late at night. he parked himself on some steps within earshot as soon as he recognized that voice, though.

he'd rather not start a big conversation with Nora there and all (he doesn't want to intrude) but he can't help but mention...]

And here I thought you'd be older.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[Mark looks over and does a bit of a double-take. he knows the voice, though he's gonna need to talk to him a little more to remember the name]

Heh, I get that a lot. How's it goin'?

dictated forever! :x

[admonishes.livejournal.com]

[ he laughs but it's lighthearted. it's kind of reassuring to see that Mark is still, well, Mark. ]

It's a pretty neat city, huh?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeey, Raenef! I think neat's an understatement, buddy. How ya doin'?

Action!

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's on her way home and the Montmatre's out of her way, but it really wouldn't hurt. Just let her wipe the ridiculous stage makeup off her face first. She should thank him in person for boosting the signal of the emergency plan, so, with a large duffel over her shoulder and wrapped in a black, wool coat, Carolina's heading up their street, picking out the two teenagers easily.]

HH.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, C! How's it going? ... Nora, this is Carolina, the one that helped us kick everybody's asses into gear. You guys met?

[LOOK NORA HE DID A SOCIAL THING! BE PROUD]