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paradisalost2011-12-19 09:57 pm
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97.5 - chewing gum fraise
[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!]
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!]
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Yeah. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in a single hotel room with 5 other people.
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I... uh... we... [She stammers a little. Words. Where. What? She shakes her head. STOP BEING STUPID, NORA! This isn't like a lifetime commitment, this is moving in for, what, a week? Maybe two? She looks at Mark, shrugging]
You guys have an extra room? Or... [She leaves off. It's not that she'd be opposed to sharing a room with Mark, she just has a feeling that HE might not be too comfortable with the idea... but she left the idea hanging just in case. You never know, after all.]
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[yeah, it's kind of a freaky thought, but ... compared with Nora potentially staying with assholes who could hurt her or give her a hard time, or ... whatever? when he doesn't know what the castle's going to throw at them next? he can deal with a little freakout if she can]
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All right. Let's do it. [She smiles and nudges him with her shoulder. C'mon, man. What's the worst that could happen?]