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[scattare]

[The first thing the journal will pick up is a loud, rumbling noise. It shakes the panes of glass next to her lightly, and the voices of quite a lot of people milling about.

The young woman for her part, is turning in circles in the lobby with wide, disbelieving eyes. Eventually she speaks, with a heavy Italian accent]

Where am I? [A pause]...

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[invitante]

[Ezio's had a crazy day, which is an ongoing theme of his crazy week. He is currently getting put into a taxi from the police station, after a few hours of questioning and being let off with a hefty warning. And now, sitting in the back of the taxi and thumbing through the journal, he comes across this...

Claudia's voice.

Incredulously:]

Claudia?

[scattare]

Ezio?!

[Her tone is just as surprised, as that's certainly not who she expected to hear from. It only takes her a moment of looking around and not spotting him anywhere to have the surprise turn into something a lot more like irritation]

Where are you hiding?

[invitante]

[He's innocent, he swears! He sits up straighter in his taxi seat.]

I'm not with you, I'm speaking to you with magic. Can you guess where you are, sister?

[scattare]

I can see that, Ezio. [If you were with her, you would be within smacking distance. Magic, really? She's doing as indicated though, and looking for something to make a guess with]

...No. I am somewhere with a lot of people, and very large...I do not know what they are. But they fly.

[Mind = blown]

[chosengigolo]

Are you lost, my lady?

[scattare]

Yes. Can you tell me where I am?

[chosengigolo]

Hmm...I believe it to be Paris, my dear.

[scattare]

You jest. This is nothing like any part of Europa I have ever seen.