Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

[rattle_thecages]

Rachel Dawes has spent the past forty-eight hours holed up in one of the conference rooms at the Conrad. Eating and sleeping take a backseat to gathering as much information as she possibly can. It's only until she realizes she's read the same sentence of her research notes at least ten times that she decides she needs a moment to recollect herself

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[thebelletolls]

Anna tends to ignore most things. She's not the most social thing and it takes something truly out there to catch her attention, and even then there's no guarantee she'll start a conversation. Sure enough, Phoebe and her multicolored mat reach out and grab Anna's interest with ease.

She slows on her trek across the park just enough to furrow her brows at the young lady and watch for a few moments, just to see what the purpose of that thing is.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe would love to be social. Phoebe simply doesn't understand how to go about it the right way. It earns her a lot of facepalming and utter bafflement from the people she meets.

"Oh hai thar!" She stands up from her spot with a winning smile.

"Wanna play?"

[thebelletolls]

Phoebe gets a slightly bemused smile in return.

"Play...? Play what?"

So that mat must be a game of some kind. Probably an American thing, not that she'd have ever played it anyway if a French version did exist.

Her childhood: not so exciting.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe doesn't mind explaining things.

"It's a game! There's a spinner - " Phoebe pauses to point at it, " - and it serves like a die for the game. You'll get a combination of colors. It'll tell you where to move your hand and foot inside the mat."

She wrinkles her nose. "There's also apparently like a naked version but that just seems awkward. Especially if you play with boys!"