forty-eight cities

[endthem]

[where can mass murderers troubled playwrights often be found? Museums, of course. And today, Legato has ventured into the Musée de l'Homme. He is spending hours of his temporary freedom among works of beauty, surrounded by articles of the past.

Eventually, he takes a break and settles down in the cafe, flipping open the journal after ordering

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[tehoniongirl]

Un chocolat cha- No.

[she cuts off abruptly when she comes around the corner of the table to actually see who's sitting there. It something of a miracle that she manages to keep ahold of the hot chocolate, rather than spilling it in his lap]

[endthem]

[when he glances up and realizes that he recognizes his server, there is an unfocused look of pleasant surprise on his face]

Oh-- why, hello.

[tehoniongirl]

[her own surprise is anything but pleasant. She takes a step back away from the table]

...This can't be happening.

[why did this always have to happen?]

[endthem]

I take it that you're surprised to see me?

[inafadingcrown]

[It really shouldn't be any surprise to find Galadriel in a museum. She has a certain fondness for ancient things, being one herself.

Even ignoring the modern clothes (and rounded ears), it's obvious that she's not exactly herself. Primarily because she almost walks right by Legato without noticing him.

Almost. But he's not that lucky; she just happened to be passing by as he mused into the journal. She approaches, placing her hands on the empty chair at Legato's table.]

I would think to find you more grateful for even the illusion of freedom.

[endthem]

[oh... he considers himself very lucky that she notices him and stops by for a chat, and his smile says as much]

Oh, I do hope that I don't seem ungrateful. I am very much enjoying myself here, after all.

[inafadingcrown]

Are you?

[She can't help it. Her curiosity gets the better of her. She pulls the chair out and seats herself. If he's observant, he might notice that she's just the slightest bit less graceful than usual.]

And how are you adjusting to your newfound limitations? [Does it bother you as much as it bothers her?

[endthem]

[he might not be quite as acutely aware of every motion as he once was, but he still tries to be as observant as he can be, in his current state. And if she is observant, then she just might notice that he is just a little more unfocused than usual. Not quite as mentally put together as he was before]

Mm. I wish that I could consider the limitations to be 'newfound' at all.

Dictated forever

[mal_addict]

This is your one warning to behave. Understand? You wouldn't be traipsing about if the castle hadn't buggered things up.

So enjoy your little trip out, and don't do anything stupid.

Dictated forever

[endthem]

Oh, don't worry. I don't intend on wasting this opportunity.

[mal_addict]

See, now that just makes me more nervous.

[endthem]

And what could you possibly have to be nervous about?

[cheerupemoborg]

Only almost?

[endthem]

The novelty of it is a smell redeeming factor.

[cheerupemoborg]

I doubt it's all that novel. There are plenty of museums out there with their own little shrines to man.

*small .../fail

[endthem]

How narcissistic.

[payback]

[Guess who happens to be inadvertently ignoring studies she doesn't even know she's enrolled in?

If you guessed Rin, that's... amazing, and correct! She's a bit more interested in roaming the streets and watching the people than she is in exploring a museum, though. Legato might catch a glimpse of her, wearing a dark blue peacoat and trotting by outside. If her gaze skims over him, she doesn't stop to study him; he doesn't catch her eye the way he would, normally. A burly Shiba Inu dogs her heels.]

[endthem]

[he'd been standing to leave the cafe anyway, when he spots her. He sees that same obliviousness that she'd shown before, but... she still has the dog, so it's not likely that she left and then returned. Something else is going on.

It's enough of a mystery to pull him out of the cafe and onto the sidewalk before she can get too far away]

--Rin.

[payback]

[Rin jumps a bit and turns to face him, with surprise but no wariness. Tad pauses too, glancing over his shoulder with his lip peeled back from his teeth. He hasn't forgotten.]

Ah? What?

[endthem]

[whatever he'd been considering saying, he changes it when he sees Tad's reaction]

Oh. I don't think your dog likes me very much.