[Well don't you sound assured? Lord, she's used to your kind of man. Sighing, she stared at the carpet - oh God the carpet was hideous, too. So much for collecting her thoughts.]
Excuse me? Monsieur, surely you jest? How can a group of people go to sleep in their beds and wake up in someplace foreign? It makes absolutely no sense.
The same way they end up in a different state 'n a different town twenty years into the future. The most popular opinion is everyone was kidnapped after they fell out. But the truth is, no one knows how or why...it just happens.
Oh, 'n speakin' of this place bein' twenty years in the future for me, another popular opinion is this is some kinda alternate dimension of some kind. I kinda almost believe that one with everythin' that's been happenin' here.
[Ginger child, you are hurting her head space. A few times during his explanation she wants to pipe up but she simply manages to look like a fish out of water, brows knitting together every other word or so]
This... is twenty years in the future for you? No no. Who are you?
[Though the 'it just happens' mentality rubbed her in all of the wrong ways.]
...1932. [That might as well be a century ago if we round it up in country time! Which is another thing... Felix obviously was not one of her citizens and probably not even from her dimension. Who knew if her kind was stumbling around? KEEPIN' IT SANE SOUNDING:] You can call me Cosette.
It seems that this place grabs people from a great many eras then, hm?
You can say that again, I mean I know a ton of people from the turn of the next century 'n at least one from some medieval soundin' place I never even heard of.
[Well...not really but does she need to tell him her life story now? She's sure there's documentation starting around 1200 that he could read when bored. On his own private throne.]
Quite close enough... And Italian somewhere along the line. As it were [moving on] I would be one of those individuals. Where are you from again?
[briefly smirks at that] I could lie and just start speaking completely in French and lull you in to a false sense of omnipresence? New York, hm? And now you are here. The pace must be killing you.
But that's not to say there isn't a way out...I just haven't been able to find one yet.
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Excuse me? Monsieur, surely you jest? How can a group of people go to sleep in their beds and wake up in someplace foreign? It makes absolutely no sense.
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Oh, 'n speakin' of this place bein' twenty years in the future for me, another popular opinion is this is some kinda alternate dimension of some kind. I kinda almost believe that one with everythin' that's been happenin' here.
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This... is twenty years in the future for you? No no. Who are you?
[Though the 'it just happens' mentality rubbed her in all of the wrong ways.]
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It seems that this place grabs people from a great many eras then, hm?
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You can say that again, I mean I know a ton of people from the turn of the next century 'n at least one from some medieval soundin' place I never even heard of.
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Quite close enough... And Italian somewhere along the line. As it were [moving on] I would be one of those individuals. Where are you from again?
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[He shrugs] Not really. I used to be in the circus when I was a kid, so I'm kinda used to seein' small towns like this if only for a short time.
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I imagine this isn't a short time deal, monsieur. Most unfortunate.
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