Shopping and Exploring (OTA)
Living with Meg was good for Fantine. She liked the other woman a great deal, and having someone from (basically) her time, with whom she could speak her own language was comforting. There were still many things in the village that were strange to her (the messenger she had yet to truly figure out, the box with the moving pictures, the electric lights...) but she was adjusting, and finding herself happy and content here. For the most part.
She still missed Cosette; she probably always would. And more than that, her daughter's absence left a gaping hole in her life. For eight years, she had thought about nothing else. Her desires, her needs had all been pushed to the back in her struggle to care for Cosette. And now...she was having to discover herself again.
On her day off from work, she decided to go shopping. It had been a very long time since she'd had new clothes, and the village seemed like an exciting place to shop, with all of its strange and different cultures, and all the different time periods from which people came. She didn't think she'd ever be comfortable wearing anything other than a dress, at least not for a very long time. She loved the way they felt around her legs, and well, in her time, that was just what women wore. Pants seemed almost...obscene.
Finding a couple of dresses and putting them on her charge, along with various other little items from various stores, she then made her way to the bakery to get a cup of tea and a roll, then went to the park, tearing the roll into little pieces and throwing it to the ducks as she thought over the past few weeks; over the time since she had arrived here.
She needed to find different employment. M. St.Clair was right. That wasn't the right place for her to be employed. It had been work she had done, yes. But not because she enjoyed it, or it made her happy, but because it had been the only way she had remaining to her to make money. In her heart, she didn't believe in sex without love, and while she saw how it was possible to care at least on some level for the clients that came to The Sin, she was romantic and old-fashioned enough that she believed that love, not money, was the only moral reason to have such relations. She didn't want to take clients. She wanted to find love, to find someone to care for, to cherish and support like she had always wanted to love Félix. Her heart was bursting with love, and she wanted only to share it.
On the employment front, she had no idea where she could possibly find work. Perhaps she would be best to stay on at the Sin as a maid of sorts. It was good, honest work, and most places in town probably wouldn't hire a woman who couldn't even read.
Tearing up the last bit of the roll and tossing it to the ducks, she slipped off her shoes and slid her legs out before her on the soft grass, treasuring the feeling of the grass between her toes.
((OOC: Find her in your shop, at the bakery, on the streets, or at the park. :)))
She still missed Cosette; she probably always would. And more than that, her daughter's absence left a gaping hole in her life. For eight years, she had thought about nothing else. Her desires, her needs had all been pushed to the back in her struggle to care for Cosette. And now...she was having to discover herself again.
On her day off from work, she decided to go shopping. It had been a very long time since she'd had new clothes, and the village seemed like an exciting place to shop, with all of its strange and different cultures, and all the different time periods from which people came. She didn't think she'd ever be comfortable wearing anything other than a dress, at least not for a very long time. She loved the way they felt around her legs, and well, in her time, that was just what women wore. Pants seemed almost...obscene.
Finding a couple of dresses and putting them on her charge, along with various other little items from various stores, she then made her way to the bakery to get a cup of tea and a roll, then went to the park, tearing the roll into little pieces and throwing it to the ducks as she thought over the past few weeks; over the time since she had arrived here.
She needed to find different employment. M. St.Clair was right. That wasn't the right place for her to be employed. It had been work she had done, yes. But not because she enjoyed it, or it made her happy, but because it had been the only way she had remaining to her to make money. In her heart, she didn't believe in sex without love, and while she saw how it was possible to care at least on some level for the clients that came to The Sin, she was romantic and old-fashioned enough that she believed that love, not money, was the only moral reason to have such relations. She didn't want to take clients. She wanted to find love, to find someone to care for, to cherish and support like she had always wanted to love Félix. Her heart was bursting with love, and she wanted only to share it.
On the employment front, she had no idea where she could possibly find work. Perhaps she would be best to stay on at the Sin as a maid of sorts. It was good, honest work, and most places in town probably wouldn't hire a woman who couldn't even read.
Tearing up the last bit of the roll and tossing it to the ducks, she slipped off her shoes and slid her legs out before her on the soft grass, treasuring the feeling of the grass between her toes.
((OOC: Find her in your shop, at the bakery, on the streets, or at the park. :)))