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

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

[he figures as much, at least. he had the luxury of listening to a whole 'broadcast'.]

All right, I guess. It ain't close to home, but Paris makes more sense than all that magic castle shit.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[okay, this is the guy from Minato's world... now if his name would just come to him] Yeah, it's kind of funky, this is the closest to home I've ever seen it, too. Where did you wake up?

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

Some apartment. Cramped as hell. [but he doesn't like to think about that.]

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

[Nora glances over, making a face. You didn't want to intrude? That's alright. She's intrusive enough for all of them!]

I'm right with you, there. I'm in a hotel room with 5 other people.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[and finally, his name comes to him. Hallelujah!] Shit. Am I the only asshole who lucked out? Nora, this is Shinjiro... he's from the same place Minato was.

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

...Hey. [grumpy hello is grumpy. :<] Sounds about right.

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

[She playfully bumps Mark's shoulder]

Yeah, lucky bastard.

[Grinning at Shinjiro] Nice to meet you. What do you think of Paris? Pretty cool, right?