Mission Seventeen

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to a more reasonable hour; A teenage girl is seen walking through the streets of Paris. She is dressed in a dark suit with a coat over it, and is carrying a cello case across her back. She only looks thirteen or fourteen, but is unaccompanied.

When she comes to an open area the girl takes out the cello and sets up to play. She doesn't choose Christmas carols as expected but instead goes for something different. The case is left open by her side in case anyone feels like donating money]


[ooc: open post to those who might be wandering the streets or over the journal]

Comments

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah! And ... wow. You missed a lot. [the magnitude of what she missed hits him like a brick] … Maybe we should go out to lunch or something, so I can fill you in...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she nods] I would like that. I'll have to make sure it's okay with Victor, first. He may insist on interrogating you. [says the last part mostly teasingly]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Victor? I don't think I ever remember you mentioning him ... [he looks a little nervous. partly because ugh, how do you tell if she's teasing - and partly because he's pretty sure this guy might've been her loss, before. if that's the case, he wonders, what's she forgotten or lost, now?]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

But that's my brother's name: Victor Hilshire. I can't imagine not mentioning him.

[of course she only ever called him "Hilshire" before]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

I think he might've been your loss ... so ... wait ... that means it changed. I wonder what you lost this time?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [though since she does remember Hilshire, the idea of an unknown loss doesn't bother her so much]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

You'll probably figure it out sooner or later. It took me a while to figure out mine...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she nods, plucking the strings of her cello thoughtfully]

Would you like to hear some Christmas music?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Sure. ... I mean, if you're not too cold out here. I was thinking we could go get a coffee or something, but if you wanna stay out and play --

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I'm used to it. Or-- I feel like I am. [it's hard to remember that she doesn't really belong here]

But a coffee would be all right, after I check in with Victor. He likes to know where I am.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Okay. Do you have a phone you can call him with, or d'you wanna borrow mine?

[he whips out his iPhone] Siri, find the number for Victor Hilshire.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[ooh fancy; Siri will give him the number, but of course since there is no Hilshire player we will do some handwaving :) ]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[all the handwaving, forever!]

Okay, are we cool to go?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

Yes. He wants me to return home before dark, but otherwise I have permission.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Before dark? ... We're never gonna finish going over it all by then, it'll be dark in a couple hours. [he makes a face] You've been gone for a couple years, you know.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I've been here, living with my brother. [or at least that's what she remembers]

I've lived here for over two years.