third dream

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

[Kermit is sitting in the lobby on top of one of the couches, gazing wistfully out the window] Gosh, it sure is pretty out there. All that snow, like something out of an old painting or a Christmas card. I wish I could go out in it and see everything, but ... well ... I'm kind of stuck inside until it warms up. The perils of being cold-blooded, I guess...

[he swings his feet a little and looks over at the journal] I just realized, I never wished everyone Happy New Year. What year is it, anyway? Are the calendars different here?

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dictated;

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

Happy New Year to you too, Kermit. It's hard to say when we are, though... I never thought to ask.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

It's the sort of thing you don't really think about until the year changes, I guess. ... How are you? I haven't talked to you since we got back from Paris. Did you have a good Christmas?

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

It was lovely! I got the sweetest gifts from my friends. How was yours?

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

It was pretty okay. I mean, I took a nice walk around Paris and looked at all the lights. I'll never get to do that again!

[yep, he spent it sightseeing by himself. but, hey, plus sides]

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

Maybe you will, you never know!

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Maybe? I'm really busy with the show back home, though. So this might be the only chance I get. In which case, I'm glad I got it.

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

In any case, I'm happy if you are.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Oh, it takes a lot to make me unhappy, Minnie. Us frogs, we're real easy to please.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have wondered myself, since so many of the people I've met come from centuries in the future.

(dicated, I'm guessing?)

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Centuries, huh? ... Wow. I bet the kitchen's really weird, for you.

I'm Kermit, it's nice to meet you.

dictated forever!

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have not been to the kitchen. Would my heart stop at the sight of it?

I am Lucrezia. It is a pleasure, Kermit.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Well, gee, I sure hope not. But there's an awful lot of things you probably wouldn't recognize.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have seen the pipes in my bathroom. I wish to see the horseless carriages.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

You mean, like cars? ... I don't know if anyone here has cars, you might have to ask around. I can't look outside, myself, or I would.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

Yes, I believe so.

Are you ill, Kermit?

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

No.

[plainly] I'm a frog.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

[ There's a surprised gasp from her end. ]

Oh, no, certainly you are not. It is not such a grave impediment to fear the outside world.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Oh no, no, that's -- that's not what I mean at all, no, you see, I am, for a fact, literally: A. Frog. [he stretches the last word out a little so that it's somehow two syllables: frow-ag.]

Green, flippers, buggy eyes, grew up in a swamp. The whole nine yards. Or, well, three feet.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

A frog? [ This sounds like a strange trick though she cannot see the humor. ]

But here you speak with me.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Yep. Where I come from, that's not really that strange at all.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

If you go by how long our generation of residents have been here, it's the 5th year.

But...most people simply don't think too much about what year it is here.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Really? ... Well, I guess if you really think about it, people don't think about what year it is in general. Unless they're trying to figure out how old they are, or something.

How did you like Paris, Allen?

dictated;

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

Happy New Year to you too, Kermit. It's hard to say when we are, though... I never thought to ask.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

It's the sort of thing you don't really think about until the year changes, I guess. ... How are you? I haven't talked to you since we got back from Paris. Did you have a good Christmas?

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

It was lovely! I got the sweetest gifts from my friends. How was yours?

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

It was pretty okay. I mean, I took a nice walk around Paris and looked at all the lights. I'll never get to do that again!

[yep, he spent it sightseeing by himself. but, hey, plus sides]

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

Maybe you will, you never know!

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Maybe? I'm really busy with the show back home, though. So this might be the only chance I get. In which case, I'm glad I got it.

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

In any case, I'm happy if you are.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Oh, it takes a lot to make me unhappy, Minnie. Us frogs, we're real easy to please.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have wondered myself, since so many of the people I've met come from centuries in the future.

(dicated, I'm guessing?)

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Centuries, huh? ... Wow. I bet the kitchen's really weird, for you.

I'm Kermit, it's nice to meet you.

dictated forever!

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have not been to the kitchen. Would my heart stop at the sight of it?

I am Lucrezia. It is a pleasure, Kermit.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Well, gee, I sure hope not. But there's an awful lot of things you probably wouldn't recognize.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I have seen the pipes in my bathroom. I wish to see the horseless carriages.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

You mean, like cars? ... I don't know if anyone here has cars, you might have to ask around. I can't look outside, myself, or I would.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

Yes, I believe so.

Are you ill, Kermit?

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

No.

[plainly] I'm a frog.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

[ There's a surprised gasp from her end. ]

Oh, no, certainly you are not. It is not such a grave impediment to fear the outside world.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Oh no, no, that's -- that's not what I mean at all, no, you see, I am, for a fact, literally: A. Frog. [he stretches the last word out a little so that it's somehow two syllables: frow-ag.]

Green, flippers, buggy eyes, grew up in a swamp. The whole nine yards. Or, well, three feet.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

A frog? [ This sounds like a strange trick though she cannot see the humor. ]

But here you speak with me.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Yep. Where I come from, that's not really that strange at all.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

If you go by how long our generation of residents have been here, it's the 5th year.

But...most people simply don't think too much about what year it is here.

[flailingfelt.livejournal.com]

Really? ... Well, I guess if you really think about it, people don't think about what year it is in general. Unless they're trying to figure out how old they are, or something.

How did you like Paris, Allen?