❀ quarante-huit statues de licorne pour mon appartement
[Whoever thought that Harmony needed to be fluent in French was probably having a really rough morning, but even still - she's doing wonderfully in France. She's currently checking her journal while wandering around Bois de Boulogne.]
Désolé, je pense que c'est le mien. [She had dropped a slip of paper that had been tucked into her journal, but the gentleman was kind enough to pick it up and return it to her. Once she's out of earshot of the man, she addresses the journal.]
Everyone's okay, right? I mean, there was some confusion and a bit more unaware-ness, but we're all here and all limbs and body parts are here? Some more than others... [Sorry, Ponies.]
I'm actually really good at this being in Paris thing. I've already figured out how to get from my apartment to the shopping, and from shopping into Bois de Boulogne where I'm trying to figure out if I could take one of these workshops at Jardin d'acclimatation. They have bellydancing!
Does anyone want to get together tonight? I'm not even sure where everyone ended up and I don't think I can manage to just find everyone.
(ooc: open via journal or in the park!)