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Who: Dick & OPEN!
When: Any time between the 20th and the 22nd (After this, but before this)
Where: In & around the Château de Bagatelle or the Bois de Boulogne.
What: A chance to meet someone who may or may not seem familiar who may or may not quite remember you.
Notes: While Dick remembers being in the castle, he may not remember everything about his previous life there...

There's something to be said about the work ethic of a man who still goes to work even after discovering that the whole thing is a castle invented sham. But good work ethic or no, Dick had made a promise not to leave Damian like he had too often in times gone by, and as such, had informed his would-be employers at the Centre des Monuments Nationaux that as of tomorrow he would be working from home, he just needed to collect one or two things from his desk.

He's hoping to find that damn journal of his again, since it had not been in amongst his things back at their apartment.

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Allen was walking, trying to get his head sorted and figure things out. He still hadn't found information on Timothy from home, and he felt terrible that he had ruined Abel's happy delusions about the world and now he wanted nothing to do with Paradisa residents.

So when he passes by and sees Dick, he recognizes him immediately. He freezes for a second, thinking of what to do. This consideration leads him to immediately backing up and trying to escape the scene, before Dick could see him and make Allen run the risk of saying the wrong things to another former resident.

Well, it would've gone smoothly had Allen not accidentally backed himself into a Christmas tree, knocking that over and along with himself with a loud crash. "Ah!"

Edited 2011-12-23 08:12 (UTC)

The loud crash and gasps drawn from the gathering crowd pull Dick's attention away from his bag of French (duh) pastries (that he may or may not have been feeding to the birds). It's natural for him by now to rush to the aid of others, but when no one else so much as made a single move to help he put his best foot forward.

"Scuse me, coming through." Followed by a chorus of 'brut américain!', Dick reverted to French, bending over to offer the fallen young man a hand and friendly smile.

"Ici, laissez-moi vous aider en place."

"Ah- merci," he stutters out as he takes the hand.

It's certainly Dick, he wouldn't forget the guy. This is all sorts of awkward now. He'll attempt to mutter out an apology in very rough French with a heavy British accent.

"Je suis désolé à ce sujet..."

"Ne vous inquiétez pas." Dick smiles, accidents happen. "Etes- etes-vous-"

The young man seems okay, but it's only polite to ask, and if Dick can ever get the words out I'm sure he will. There's something, though. A nagging feeling and Dick can't help but feel like he knows the man from somewhere. It's the same feeling he's been having all week. He'd had it with Harmony just yesterday.

He pauses, frowning slightly. He switches back to English. Certain now. "I know you."

"Oui, ah-"

He stops short when Dick switches back to English and says those words. After his encounter with Abel, there's a bit of panic along with the hope. He didn't want to ruin another person's life just by exposing who he was.

"W-What? No, are you sure it's not someone el.." He sighs and his shoulders sag, giving up halfway through on that lie. No one in Paris would have a face like his.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it." Memories start coming back, not at all nice ones at first, but then, camaraderie in the mountains. "From the castle."

Hopefully Allen's fears are put to rest as Dick's grin only seems to grow at that realisation. "It's Allen, right?"

His eyes widened, his tone turns quiet out of sheer surprise. "Y-Yes, that's right."

Never in five years has anyone ever remembered him once they left. That's just how it was, he would always be forgotten. Even when Abel was questioning things, he never recalled a thing about Allen. "How did you- you remember?!"

Dick rubbed his neck. Awkward. "I don't remember everything, but once Damian mentioned the journals- I don't know, it just sort of came back."

He laughs then, to try and shake off some of the heavier misgivings he has about his imperfect memory and what it means to be returning to the castle. "It's all a little fuzzy, if I'm honest."

"Well- fuzzy's all right! That's more than anyone else has ever done!" To be honest, it's not like his own memory was that great anyway, and that was without a magic castle wiping memories.

He shifted a bit awkwardly, he was excited and confused and very well aware this was still a public cafe. "In fact...you might be the first to remember anything at all."

Dick's not sure how he feels about that and it shows. In fact, he's not sure which he prefers more; the idea of having lived through it all and escaped, then being returned knowing all too well what's waiting for you, or having lived through it all, got out, forgotten everything, then returning, but having to constantly apologise to the all people who would remember you and things you did together. Considering his loss and the fact that during his stay in Paradisa he actually got to meet some of the people he'd forgotten and see how much it hurt when he couldn't remember them, he's still not sure whether he'd prefer the former.

He nods, "maybe. I guess it's better for Damian that I do." The poor kid had already gone through two previous incarcerations of Dick and god knows how many times his Dad had checked in and checked out.

He can tell Dick seems uneasy about that, so he shoves his hands in his pocket and feels awkward. Who would want to remember Paradisa anyway? It...wasn't something to celebrate, he suppose.

But he nods. Uru had mentioned some things about Damian awhile back that were...troubling, to say the least. "Mm. I'm sure that he'll be very happy to have you back..."

He trails off. Unless it meant that Dick would go away with everyone else in this city once the world change was over.

Allen seems to be reading Dick's mind as that's the exact same thought he's having and has been having since he remembered being in the castle the first time round.

What if he isn't real? What if he isn't supposed to figure any of this stuff out? It was all so depressing that it just doesn't bear thinking about. Dick shrugs lightly, offering a weak wry smile, "we'll see.

What about you, though?" Dick changes the tone of conversation, his grin broadening. "Paris treating you well?"

"-Ah, right! of course," There was no point in getting bogged down now. At the very least, Dick was here and he remembered him. That had to be a good thing right?

He'll gladly go along with the change. "Mm, very well! I've been here before...except it was over a hundred years ago- so it's been really wonderful to see what's still here and what's changed!"

"A hundred-" he pauses, remembering. "Right, yeah. You're originally from England, right?"

Renee was out on her lunch break, what passed for a lunch break when she was too focused on work to actually stop and eat. One hand was wrapped around a stack of folders while the other was busy holding up a paper she was reading. She almost felt like she was a cop again, and if it wasn't for the fact that the belt around her waist held her mask and the glaring fact that she wasn't in Gotham, she'd almost believe it.

But even distracted as she is, there's no way she'd miss seeing a familiar...well the last time she saw him he was in uniform so maybe 'familiar face' doesn't quite fit the bill. Still, the shock of seeing him where she'd never expect freezes her for a minute. But only for a minute. "Are you here for business or pleasure?"

Dick's been speaking French for long that for a moment what's said almost passes him by entirely, especially as he's not expecting it, but there was no mistaking that Gotham accent.

"Detective Montoya!" Although, she's not a detective anymore, at least, not with the PD she isn't. But Dick Grayson; Gotham socialite, heir apparent and Batman Inc forensic science liaison to the Gotham City police could be forgiven for being a little scatter brained. He corrects himself though, once the honest to goodness shock (is this Paris or Paradisa?) has dissipated. He smiles, offering her his hand to shake, "Renee."

She accepts his hand, a small smile forming on her lips. If anything his corrected mistake told her that he knows she's not an officer anymore, which means he's not from the past. Saves her from any awkward explanations. "It's good to see you. What brings you to Paris?" Besides a sentient castle that likes to kidnap people.

"Uh," well, that's the question, isn't it? "it's a long story, one I'm not entirely sure I follow." And that's the honest truth. There's that trade mark charming and yet somehow bashful smile of his.

"What about you?"

She has to admit Paris, at every inch and corner is beautiful and intriguing, she has yet to get into the spirit of the holidays. It was hard to accept this was going to end well when from her own experiences with world changes, they had gone awry somewhere down the road.

In fact, Kate's only done some sight seeing. She had gone to see the Sacré-Cœur Basilica already, admired the scenery from there. Shopping had been done without a doubt. She was fortunate to be given a her own expensive place without any other resident.

She doesn't know why she's come to the park today -- maybe she still wants time alone. Except she isn't alone, and she's quite aware. She spots him, doing a double-take as she had once done. It was uncanny, how much he looks like Dick. However, she doesn't feel like carrying a conversation with him today. Instead, "Neil" gets a short and friendly wave.

If she's a redhead, then sorry, she's on his radar. He recognises her instantly as Kate Kane, Batwoman, a person he'd known in Paradisa and, although his memories were trying to tell him otherwise, he had worked with her quite recently as a part of Batman Inc back home. Damian hadn't mentioned her though, and Dick - as preoccupied with being back in Paradisa and the slow, sometimes painful returning of his memories as he'd been - hadn't asked. Perhaps he'd assumed she'd returned home, too, in which case, it was possible that Kate may be in the same predicament as Dick himself.

With a slight crease on his brow, Dick returns her wave. When Kate moves to continue on her way, Dick has to say something, "what, I'm not good enough to talk to anymore?"

She halts almost immediately, canting her head back in his direction. She had shared a drink with him quite a while ago, but she wasn't without manners; it'd be rude otherwise.

She waves again, turning so she can face him properly with a small smile on her face. "Didn't want to interrupt the peace and quiet. If that's what you were going for."

"I suppose this would be considered a lull in comparison." A vacation from the majority of the castle's crazy, but of course Dick and Kate aren't two of the people who might've had their powers, appearance or whole species altered.

She takes a moment to mull over it, realizing she hasn't seen him since about June. She might as well take some time today to catch up, because this guy in particular was interesting. Not just the face shenanigans but the fact he apparently can't exit the castle without being escorted.

"This must be a nice break for you," she can't help but chuckle slightly under her breath.

Dick frowns slightly and just for a moment, perhaps it's just Kate's choice of wording, after all their work was never really ever done. "I wouldn't exactly call this a break, but the work load is certainly easier to manage."

"Still a consultant in Paris?" she asks, completely unaware of what is actually going on.

"I-" while Dick's current job title could fall under the banner of 'consultant', he's not sure how Kate would know that. Unless... unless she's also been supplied with false memories? Or She's spoken to Damian recently. Ugh. He hates how paranoid and suspicious the castle makes him. It's Kate, for crying out loud. "Guess so. For the time being anyway."

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Dick and Allen do Brokeback Mountain asdfg WHAT IS MY BRAIN

SDKLJFDFKJLSFDKJ I nearly choked on my drink SHO

Sorreeeeeee /isn't

it's okay I still <3 you

yaaaay <3's

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she thinks it's neil :|a if this is still a thing in game

In game and in life 8|b

whoops neal not neil

Tomayto Tomahto

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