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[balletrat]

*Meg's sitting at a table, and frowning.

In front of her - not right in front; more in the middle of the table, far enough that she'd have to reach to pull it closer if she wanted to read it - is a book. A history book, to be precise, an overview of the twentieth century; Meg picked it up from the bar a few minutes ago

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[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava would also eye the book as she walks by, then give Meg a curious look.

"... History of the future?"

[balletrat]

Well, my future, *Meg says, with a rueful grin.* Bunch of other people's pasts, but I figured this way was easiest -

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Well, insted of thinking future or past- perhaps just an 'accounting of a certain period of time in a certain world' or something of that sort insted?" She chuckles.

[balletrat]

If it's in a history book, *Meg says, decidedly,* it counts as history - at least now I'm dead. That's the way I think of it. The rest is all - logistics.

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava nods slowly. "All things that happened. ... Any reason you're interested in reading up on it?"

[balletrat]

*Meg hesitates, a moment.*

- someone told me something, the other day, about what happens, *she says, eventually,* and I wanted to see how - well. How and if it did. And I realized that now I was dead there was no reason not to - so -

[skjaldmeyjar]

"... About what happening?" Quietly, biting her lip.

[balletrat]

*A small shrug.*

War in Paris - which, I mean, I knew about, a little. In, like, the nineteen-forties.

But she said - that there wasn't much left afterwards, that that's what she had heard. So I decided to see.

[skjaldmeyjar]

"To see what happens to it." Svava nods slowly, then sighs, putting a hand on Meg's shoulder as she eyes the book.

"... You could look much later than the 1940s, at least to see how Paris is then, to know that even with the war it will be alright?"

[balletrat]

*Meg nods, and flashes a small smile up at Svava.* That's what I'm figuring - I asked for one with pictures on purpose. And not just 'cause I get tired of looking at text, either.

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Well- Paris is a lovely city, and the more pictures there are of it, the better." She nods, agreeing.

"Are you ready to look, then?"

[balletrat]

*Meg hesitates - then reaches out and pulls the book to the center of the table.*

All right, *she says, steadily.*

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava nods, sitting down next to her. She is curious as well- and also, you cannot just let a friend face something like this on her own.

[balletrat]

I guess - for things like this you use an index for what you want to find out, right?

*Meg turns the book over, flipping to the back.*

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Or at least near the end- they'd put it in order in time, I'd think." Svava nods, watching her.

[balletrat]

- illustration list, *Meg reads aloud, trailing her fingers down the page.*

Paris skyline, circa 1950 - 'circa' means 'at the time of,' right?