3rd Movement

[laughedatbygod]

[Salieri is out on the town today, running some shopping errands.  Of course, he has yet to fully acclimate himself to the culture of 1950s America, so there's definitely some things to work through at each location.  So, because I've gotten used to these, have a choose-your-own adventure post.  He'll be at the following locations.]

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[seniorfilia]

[Hanging out in his tunic and stockings.] Je sais, it's really depressing.

[laughedatbygod]

Not a proper cravatte in sight.

[seniorfilia]

And they're all so dull!

[laughedatbygod]

Apparently it is only the women of this time that wear leggings?

[seniorfilia]

People keep saying I look like a girl because of my tunic, so apparently long skirts are only for women too... [Twirls~*~*~] Ridicule.

[laughedatbygod]

[Tilts his head ever so slightly as he looks back at little babby France.]

"...Out of curiosity, what year is it in the world you arrived here from?"

[seniorfilia]

The year of our Lord, 1077.

[laughedatbygod]

"Why..."

[He's dumbstruck over here.]

"That is almost seven hundred years before my own time!"

[seniorfilia]

[Pouts.] The future again?

[laughedatbygod]

Ah... yes. My deepest apologies. I can certainly sympathize with how you must feel.

[seniorfilia]

C'est stupide. But! I got some of my clothes back and it's easy to alter the girl's dresses- they're not quite the same, but they're still nicer than those other vêtements...

[laughedatbygod]

Well, we are certainly in agreement on that point, at the very least.

[seniorfilia]

[Takes that as a compliment to his refined sense of fashion.] Oui, d'accord!

[laughedatbygod]

[Smiles, chuckling a little.]

"I do not believe I caught your name when we spoke the other day. Perhaps proper introductions are in order. My name is Antonio Salieri, court composer to Emperor Joseph II of Austria."

[seniorfilia]

Ah, Austria! I know that kid. I'm le Royaume de France.

[laughedatbygod]

"Ah... another of these living nations I have been hearing so much about, then. No wonder you were so insistent that my opera be written in French."

[Cracks an amused little smile.]