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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

'City of love,' huh? Really? [...disgruntled pause...] Are the people living here aware of that title? Because they sure don't seem to--

[and then the journal clatters to the sidewalk as someone bumps into him. give him a second while he picks that back up]

...Yeah. Great. Merci for that, buddy.

Some parole this is turning out to be.


((ooc: feel free to catch Billy over the journal or in person on his way home from work))

Paris

[itslikethecity.livejournal.com]

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[Voice]

[detectivegenius.livejournal.com]

If someone told me a few weeks ago I would be back in school again, I would have been skeptical. I'm glad I know a little French otherwise I doubt I would have had any idea what the teachers were saying. As for now, I can't say I'm used to having so much free time but it certainly does feel... less stressful not having to worry about so many things. And nice too, I guess. [This is Tim speak for 'I am so bored here.' He's used to crime fighting at night and running a company during the day.]

Stephanie, I'd like to talk to you about something when you have some free time...

And Marcia? Hi. [Yes, Dick, he means you.]

037; dictated/action ((backdated to Wednesday))

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Paris isn't that bad, come to find out. Confusing as hell how he keeps running into people, but he's an expert in not thinking too deeply about these things. Spike seems to be one of the lucky guys who woke up there speaking French by default, so getting around isn't any trouble. And if the time he's been in Paradisa taught him anything, it's to enjoy these moments of peace when he can.

Then he found out that he was given a job. As a flower delivery guy; as if the candy store hadn't been bad enough. And, like all jobs that don't involve shooting at people, he had cheerfully avoided the place since that discovery... until he needed money. That's how he ended up stopping by (in case he had any checks made out to him), and wound up running into something that changed everything:

Apparently the 'flower delivery service' comes with a free motorcycle to get around town with. And a backup of orders to go with it. They really know what it takes to persuade him. So! He smoothed right over a lecture with his screaming French employer and enthusiastically took the keys.

And since accidentally pulling out the journal instead of the list of addresses sounds like a plausible excuse, he can be heard on there just as he's starting the engine.]

What's good to eat around here, anyway? [Priority number two. Joyriding followed up by a meal sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon.]



ooc: Okay, so basically Spike is working at a flower shop. Open to journal/running into on the street/in the store/motorcycle races/KISSING SHENANIGANS that I'm so behind on... Everything! (I'm so sorry for being ridiculously late. I love you guys! Have a Merry Christmas... :33)

Cae-a-Canad

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Galadriel had been quite interested in exploring Paris during her time here. It’s likely to be her only chance to personally witness a world akin to that of so many of her friends, so she’s been doing her best to soak it up the experience.

One of her favorite things to do is simply people-watching. And that’s what she’s doing right now: sitting on a bench watching last minute shoppers bustling about their business, sipping at a hot chocolate. Perhaps you would care to join her?]

[ooc: Open for regular interaction and for fairy-induced kissing.]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

Next time, we better end up in Germany. Paris is nice and all, but I'm tired of being shoved into situations where I'm apparently supposed to make nice with strangers. I bet in Germany we'd end up with much better housing.

You're all freaks, even when "human." Merry Christmas.

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[syntax-error24.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to Alan Bradley )

[Well… the week in Paris has, admittedly, been alright. Though Dairine really would have preferred to enjoy the sights with her wizardry. The loss of her powers still is disorienting and, if she’s honest with herself, makes her nervous. Why would Paradisa take her wizardry away if it wasn’t planning something? And whatever it is can’t be good.

But despite her concern, Dairine has been making the most of the trip, sightseeing and enjoying the new scenery while it lasts. Which, of course, includes decoration viewing.

So Dairine has been walking around Paris, checking out the holiday decorations in shop windows and famous landmarks. Right now she’s sitting on a park bench, watching a Christmas tree lighting in progress.

Anyone with their journals open might hear some lightly hummed carols before she speaks.]

Seems we might end up spending Christmas here after all.

((OCC: Open over journal, on the street, at the park, or any major landmarks that have Christmas decorations. Available for magical kisses, planned or otherwise. Joyeux Noël!))

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[fastest.livejournal.com]

( Colette )

[ Out and about in Paris, Joshua seems to be pretty at home. Sure he can barely speak the language, it's cold, he has no powers, and some heroes or police or whatever may be looking for him, but... So far, he's had nothing but fun!

And most fun of all, he recently discovered the appearance of an old friend. He still isn't sure about the man's memories, but there are fun ways to test for that. For once in a long while he's all clean, even if his suit isn't exactly pressed. The women in his household really are useless.

Unfortunately he's not a tech wiz so he doesn't really know where Abel might be staying or working. The only thing he has to go on are old habits. So if anyone wants to bump into a blond teenager while he wanders around to check any church he can find... Feel free! He's actually in a good mood. ]


[ ooc; Action totally open to anyone and everyone! He's just wandering around to different parts of the city. If you want the fairies to troll along, just say so~! Also up for general hijinks, though. Some tags will definitely be backdated due to the holidays~! ]

paris log; open

[luthored.livejournal.com]

Who: Lana Luthor & YOU
What: Shopping in Paris. (Possibly fairies, at your request!)
When: Any day during the past week. Specify in your comment's subject line if it matters!
Where: Streets of Paris and possibly a bar or two.
Rating: PG for now?
Notes: Open to ALL, and backdating is totally okay, if not expected!

( ...and this is not her first time in Paris, so she knows exactly where to go and how to get there. )

001

[isbritishgov.livejournal.com]

[Arriving in Paris was not wholly unexpected, it was business after all. The private hanger as well was to be expected. As were the two well dressed individuals exiting it.

The man turns his head, tilted slightly to the woman in the hanger with him.]

What is the, agenda for our stay here?

[She'd been in the process of rifling through her purse for her Blackberry. She begins rattling off the itinerary from memory.]

You've a meeting at 2 with—

[Wait. Her eyebrows crept together as she discovered something terrifying. She could not find her phone. It was not in the pocket it was usually in. She dug through the belly of the bag itself, but couldn't feel the smooth plastic. Pulling the bag from her shoulder, she wrenched it open.]

Sorry, sir, one moment.

[That earns her even more a head tilt, and he pauses in his walking to lean on his umbrella, thinking. Seeing her like this, well that spelled trouble.]

You've lost your phone.

[That in and of itself was odd, and he couldn't fathom how it had happened. She had had it on the flight, he was certain of it.]

Did you by chance leave it on the plane?

[Always a possibility.]

[If she were the type she would have upended her purse on the tarmac. Since she was not the type, she settled for shaking the bag once as if that would magically dislodge her phone from wherever it was.]

I remember putting it in my purse.

[Could it have fallen out at some point? But she was always so careful with it. How could this happen and now of all times? The shaking did not reveal her phone, but it did bring a journal that was definitely not hers into view. She took it out, eyebrows rising. After turning it over, she held it out to him.]

Might this be yours?

[Seeing the journal makes him frown momentarily, straightening his posture to slide a hand inside his jacket, feeling for the familiar book. Finding it he stares at the journal for a few more seconds before hooking his umbrella on his arm, taking the journal.]

No, I have my book in my pocket.

[But he does start turning it over, looking at it over, before casually flipping through the pages, his mind working. Just what was this about now?]

How curious, that this would be in your purse. And yet your phone is, missing.

I'll have a look on the plane. I'm sorry, sir, I'll be quick.

[She walked quickly back to the jet. She had half a mind to turn the thing upside-down until her phone appeared. She could not afford to lose it.]

[He gave her half a wave as she disappeared into the jet, his eyes fixed on the journal. Now wasn't all of this interesting?

It took some time for him, mostly as it was, in fact, a bit to take in what he was reading. People talking, unusual events, just what had they come into? A madhouse? Some, drug induced delirium? Whatever it was it was interesting, and that, above all is why he writes the note in the journal with a pen he digs out from his jacket.]

Seem to have, arrived here with little information as to where, besides the obvious location of Paris. However, from what little I have read, this is, not the native place of many here. I am curious, as to how you have come to be here.

And if any would happen to know if the airport here has a reputation for losing items, I would be grateful if you informed me.

[That done he goes back to looking through the journal.]

[She rejoined him after a while, more than a bit perturbed. Once she reached him, she shook her head.]

Can't find it. I have a back-up schedule on my e-mail.

[Now that she had nothing to occupy herself with, she felt oddly naked. She tried to mask her discomfort, but knew Mycroft could probably tell.

[He nods, eyes still on the journal for the present moment as he debates, thinking, before handing her the journal, sliding his umbrella off his wrist to lean on it once more. He sees that discomfort, and he knows he can't do much but let her read for herself.

This really isn't their Paris.]

As you read this I do believe you will find there are, far more important things at work here other than your missing phone.

((ooc: Open journal intro! Alcy and I will both tag when we can.))

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[ Peter is standing up at Montmartre on the steps of Sacré Coeur, looking down at the city lit up in lights. Around him, couples are cuddling, children are screaming in delight, lots of men of questionable trustworthiness are attempting to sell cheap, plastic trinkets.

Talking to his journal and getting a few funny looks from people

Ahh, the sights and sounds of the city-- Oh wow, okay, people should definitely not be leaving their children unguarded like that around a church like that. That's several different kinds of wrongs, and I'm pretty sure that's blasphemous to boot.

((OOC. Last possible chance at kisses!))

s e v e n

[ofkirkwall.livejournal.com]

I'm not fond of Orlesians on a good day -- oh, my sincerest apologies. I meant French -- they tend to be self-centered and parade around all the time with their fancy hair, fancy clothes, and other such nonsense... [ She trails off for a few moments, losing her train of thought. ]

My point is these people are boring. It's like someone took their collective humor and fed it to dragon.

[ Someone isn't taking their sudden brush with normalcy very well. ]

-- By the Maker, how do you people stand this? I feel like something has torn off my arm but my body hasn't realized there is nothing left expect for a bloody stump.


( ooc; tags will be slow due to the scheduled being dragged off to spend time with family shenanigans. )

Thirty Ninth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Maladict is sitting on the counter of the cafe in the hotel she's found herself working at, a cup of coffee beside her as she writes into the journal. Once again, she is UTTERLY FAILING to serve anyone coffee. It's her coffee, they can just sod off elsewhere. Or get it themselves. Vampires serve no one...even not-actually-vampires-right-now-vampires. Anyway, she is carefully writing out a list]

FIVE THINGS MALADICT HAS LEARNED ABOUT EARTH.

1. There are no undead bars, and when you ask about them, you get funny looks. - And I thought we had it bad back home, they may not like us, but at least we still have places we can congregate.

2. It doesn't feel half as round as people say it is. I'm starting to think all that stuff is bollocks. I mean, it's not like the horizon has a visible curve to it or anything.

3. Technology makes even less sense than when it's explained to you. It's a lot less fun, too. Using a camera is only half as interesting as an iconograph. At least with an iconograph, if the picture comes out wrong you can have a go at the imp inside it and make them fix it. Can't do that with a camera.

4. A world utterly devoid of magic is very boring and predictable. You don't know what you're missing until you've had to be careful what you're saying in case you righteously piss off a God and get smote. People just don't make an effort in their existence, just...slouch along. It's depressing.

5. France has good coffee.

[[ooc: Journal or open in Elrond's hotel for planned or unplanned kisses!]]

backdated to sometime during the day of the... 21st?

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Steph's sitting outside on a bench, not too far from Hotel Imaldris.]

Paris has been pretty fun, so far. Sure, I've gotten lost more times I'd like to admit, eaten way too much food, and wandered into the wrong classroom earlier in the week--twice--but it's nice. A magical castle dressed up for Christmas will get you in the spirit, but the city's always been where my Christmas is at. This is obviously more French than I'm used to, but I'm not complaining. Now I can say I've been to Europe.

[There's a stretch here. Ow, her legs.]

Definitely getting a work out wandering around and taking in the sights, at least.

[[ooc: Open for journals and kissing and all that. \o/ I'M NOT LATE.]]