City of Lights, Put On the Brights

[terminatefate]

Who: terminatefate & ________.
Where: Paris, oui.
When: Days One, Two, and Three.
Warnings:: Connor mouth is always a given.  Fuzzy time will be given for more than one thread in a day, because I totes enjoy threading.

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DAY TWO

[terminatefate]

Paris is a city of mystery, shopping, art, and culture. And there is a need for one to see, experience, and live it. Or, perhaps a spa package? If you can think it up, it will be done.

( night )

[metallonkardia]

No spa packages for this one, sorry.

But, one of the shop girls downstairs apparently found him funny, or cute, or just sort of deserving of awkward affection, and has loaded him up with pastries he can't actually eat. John - dressed like a normal person - knocks on Sarah's hotel room door, leaning against the frame with one forearm and glancing down the hall as he does.

Re: ( night )

[terminatefate]

Sarah answered the door in a black and gray striped, hooded tunic, paired with black corduroy pants (a wide buckled black belt) and a pair of non-combat (but still decent for running, if needed) black boots. It was a comfortable blend of fashion and practicality.

For awhile, she studied John with sharp eyes that missed no detail, and then flashed a quick smile.

"Hey," she murmured, gesturing for him to come in. Sarah had left her hair loose and had actually brushed it out until it shone. The shampoo at this particular hotel was actually really healthy--her hair thanked her for it by falling perfectly stick straight without much help. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't scarcely recognize herself and every time she did, she started.

...there were a ton of mirrors in this place.

[metallonkardia]

Sarah might not recognize herself, but to John, she's always looked like that. The hardness and the anger have never mattered to him.

He holds up the box as he steps inside, handing it over. "I thought you and Gaius might appreciate these more."

DAY THREE

[terminatefate]

The third day, a last chance to see the City of Lights. There's an underbelly to this shining world, like there always is. And Sarah will be walking it, won't she?

DAY THREE - latest tag ever?

[der_umgekehrte]

There were parts of Paris, gleaming and for-tourists as it might be, that reminded Stildyne of his childhood, if he'd ever had something like that. Of course the worst of Paris would about pass for the best parts of the un-distinguished city on the un-distinguished world that he'd grown up in, but here it was. The tension in the air, the homeless on the street, the aggressive sellers of stolen goods.

He was an outsider to it, and he wasn't. He took the middle ground, sitting in a run-down cafe drinking bad wine; he was spending the late afternoon watching the people on the street, picking out gestures, body language, identifying the common fauna. Drug vendor. Prostitute, not licensed, wait they don't have licensing here. Those two are rival factions. She's just unemployed and drunk.

His narrow yellow eyes skimmed the crowd and maybe the dingy golden color of them would have gotten comment if anyone particularly wanted to look him in the face for long. They didn't.

Never late!

[terminatefate]

Sarah was lost in the sort of way she might have gotten lost in Mexico. With a knife in her boot and just enough cash in her pocket to buy a favor. But this wasn't Mexico, it was Paris circa the future. Not that it mattered. She edged into a shitty cafe and ordered a shitty coffee because she, too, was people watching

[der_umgekehrte]

Stildyne looked over. The woman could have been a part of the crowd, if he wasn't half sure he knew her face. When she acknowledged him, she filled in the rest of it.

"Barge," he said simply, and nodded to her, lifting his coffee slightly in a return salute. His eyes flicked to the players, long enough to see that nobody was throwing anything yet-- glassware, punches-- and back to the woman.

[to_be_caprican]

The Admiral had suggested traveling lightly, and Gaius had obeyed, because once he'd worked out how this was supposed to work, he expected to travel rather less lightly upon reembarking on the Barge.

So it wasn't until long that Gaius was reemerging from his room. He hadn't put up true complaint that the space was shared - he'd almost expected it - and so his demeanor was bright, almost sunny, holding what appears to be some sort of complimentary handheld device that he prodded and poked at. "You're looking a little lost," he said, after a glance up. There's a fwump as he falls into a comfortable, overly ornate armchair. "Fortunately, this has maps in it. Some locations keyed in.

"I've no idea what Paris is supposed to be like, you know."

[terminatefate]

"This hotel is huge, this suite is huge," Sarah muttered with a shake of her head. "Lost? Is a tame word for what I am." She moved to peer at the device he was holding.

"Glad something can do the whole tour guide shit, because I have no fucking clue what to do, where to go, or what to avoid. I could, however, use some coffee."

When did she not want coffee?

[to_be_caprican]

"Well, I'm sure they have that."

Gaius glanced up from device to Warden with a squinting look of uncertainty, before having the corner of his mouth tick up in half-smile. "If this place is as touristy as they say, I'm sure we can't just go for a wander and see what comes of it. As lovely as this room is, I'm not planning to stay in here the whole three days."

[terminatefate]

"Been cooped up in that tin can too long to stay put," Sarah said dryly. "I think wandering is probably a damned good answer. I sure as fuck won't be staying inside. Lots of shit to do, I guess."

She tilted her head slightly.

"Pick a direction and we'll walk it until we find something interesting." She slipped the credit card from her pocket and tapped it against the back of the chair. "Apparently, we have the funds to actually do whatever we want."

That was a little freakish, but Sarah wasn't going to complain about it.

communicator anti-spam? [Audio, slightly exhausted-sounding.]

[darknessb4me]

You found an inn? I have no idea what I'm doing, nobody speaks Common.

Re: communicator anti-spam? [Audio, slightly exhausted-sounding.]

[terminatefate]

I did. Do you have a place to stay?

[darknessb4me]

Not yet. How did you get a room?

[terminatefate]

The Admiral gave me a card with a ton of money on it. I booked a suite for Gaius and myself. Two bedroom. [obviously so she could keep an eye on him] It's pretty large. [directions follow with a map] I take it your Warden isn't with you?