Where: Paris, France When: early morning Who: Frollo, Esmeralda, Arista, and Quasimodo What: Rescuing Quasi from the Mist, whether he wants it or not. Warnings: n/a
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE.princess_aristaFebruary 3 2011, 00:52:23 UTC
"Oof!" She winced as her rump landed on the cobblestones. Touching the little figurine of Quasimodo was frightening in of itself, but to be wrenched into completely unfamiliar surroundings while feeling as though ice water had just been dumped down the back of your dress was downright freaky.
She shuddered as she reached up to rub her bare arms-- or at least they should have been bare. Instead she touched the fabric of a dress she'd never worn before. Long sleeves, a bit poofy and place with a lace-up bodice -- and such a boring faded pink color as well. As if someone had taken red and just strangled every ounce of fun out of it.
Looking ahead she saw the small figurine set on the steps of the cathedral, but before she could reach out to pick it up she noticed she wasn't alone! To her right was the familiar sight of Minister Frollo, and to her left was someone she thought she should know but couldn't quite place the name.
Frollo barely managed to keep his balance as his feet slipped in the snow, and by the time he caught himself he had to step back again in his shock to see himself standing before Notre Dame herself.
"What in God's name..." he began, but didn't seem able to finish the sentence as he took in his surroundings. It was exactly as he'd left it -- well, the square was deserted, which was rather eerie, but he had been on enough midnight rides to be somewhat familiar with it in this state as well. His eyes fell on Arista and he drew back in comparable surprise to before, only to have his features fall into a scowl, as though she were trespassing somewhere she didn't belong.
omg i am so sorry for taking foravarrrroutcastinparisFebruary 3 2011, 17:58:43 UTC
Cold. It's really, really cold. It was cold in the first place, hard tile floor wasn't exactly the warmest thing, but compared to snow, bare toes weren't the smartest of ideas. Nope.
The pull of the force made her sick to her stomach, and it took Esmeralda a moment to gather herself before looking around.
Paris.
Home.
Everything in her mind screamed 'Wait a second, you were just here!' and the Strangelings voice came back to the forefront of her mind. Quasimodo? Was this a res--- Frollo's almost monotone voice startled her, and she took a little more not of her surroundings. Frollo; and a past dance student, Arista. No Djali?
"U-Uh!" Her heart suddenly jumped up into her throat. She had to think carefully about her answer. The minister didn't know about her relationship with Quasimodo, in fact they weren't even supposed to know each other! For the sake of Quasimodo she would have to continue to fib, and to think of something to explain this situation.
"There was a shadow that... um... said your name and I thought you were in trouble and I ended up here." She slowly stood up, her bare feet on the cold stones, but it didn't seem to bother her anymore.
She glanced nervously down at Quasimodo's figurine again. She wanted to hold it, but that would give too much away. "Uhh. Where are we? What are we doing here? And weren't you the dance teacher last year?"
Hopefully y'all are tracking this thread and you can see this. Can we get on AIM and pow-wow about this thread? Or do it here and delete it later? It's been a month and I feel as though we're going to be hurting to make up the next AC if we don't figure out a resolution.
I'm so not tracking. And I'm on sporadically, usually all day, unless I'm in town or something like that. Otherwise, abc has my number and can text me. Also, don't worry about Esme catching up, it's hard to tag when all she's doing is following along, and I hate holding everything back with tiny or no tags at all. I'll tag when she's making a specific action.
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She shuddered as she reached up to rub her bare arms-- or at least they should have been bare. Instead she touched the fabric of a dress she'd never worn before. Long sleeves, a bit poofy and place with a lace-up bodice -- and such a boring faded pink color as well. As if someone had taken red and just strangled every ounce of fun out of it.
Looking ahead she saw the small figurine set on the steps of the cathedral, but before she could reach out to pick it up she noticed she wasn't alone! To her right was the familiar sight of Minister Frollo, and to her left was someone she thought she should know but couldn't quite place the name.
"Um..."
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"What in God's name..." he began, but didn't seem able to finish the sentence as he took in his surroundings. It was exactly as he'd left it -- well, the square was deserted, which was rather eerie, but he had been on enough midnight rides to be somewhat familiar with it in this state as well. His eyes fell on Arista and he drew back in comparable surprise to before, only to have his features fall into a scowl, as though she were trespassing somewhere she didn't belong.
"Miss Arista, what are you doing here?"
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The pull of the force made her sick to her stomach, and it took Esmeralda a moment to gather herself before looking around.
Paris.
Home.
Everything in her mind screamed 'Wait a second, you were just here!' and the Strangelings voice came back to the forefront of her mind. Quasimodo? Was this a res---
Frollo's almost monotone voice startled her, and she took a little more not of her surroundings. Frollo; and a past dance student, Arista. No Djali?
Oh this was going to be great.
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"There was a shadow that... um... said your name and I thought you were in trouble and I ended up here." She slowly stood up, her bare feet on the cold stones, but it didn't seem to bother her anymore.
She glanced nervously down at Quasimodo's figurine again. She wanted to hold it, but that would give too much away. "Uhh. Where are we? What are we doing here? And weren't you the dance teacher last year?"
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