Blackjack cameo.

[eatshootsnleves]

[Bonjour, Parisdisa.

There's an odd-looking couple sitting at that corner cafe.

Or perhaps they've just crossed the narrow street in front of you, jaywalking arm-in-arm. Or is that them in the museum, leaning just a little too far over the velvet rope?

Maybe they were lurking behind the street performers. You know, if you've seen one mime you've

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[cricketycricket]

[care to sa--- okay, understatement of the century. Five is wandering the streets, enjoying his day off from touring by ... touring. the Louvre, to be precise. he spots the two leaning over the rope and meanders over to give them a good stern yet friendly reminder]

I beg your pardon, madame, monsieur ... but there's a reason those ropes are there, you know. Every piece of art in this building is a piece of human history, fragile and only just barely frozen in time. Distance and decorum are meant to ensure that they're kept for future --

[THAT HAIR. on. both. counts. he falters a little and, well, yes, stares]

...generations. Or I suppose, present company considered, I should say past generations, shouldn't I...? This certainly is the place for old faces.

[he's not quite sure whether to be excited or perturbed about this course of events. either way. HALLO.]

[itslikethecity]

[Reno almost ignores him, attention passing over people like they aren't even there, but when he seems to recognize them, she focuses. She's not exactly happy about being found. Maybe they should have stayed in the room all week, anyway. But whatever unhappiness she has, she hides it. Politely, as if she doesn't recognize him:]

Pardon me?

[cricketycricket]

[oh here we go again. don't tell him you don't remember, either. this is becoming a very frustrating trend. but he's also realized that if he sticks to his guns, it all comes out in the wash eventually, so. yes. but first ... he checks his journal, makes visibly certain that it's shut, takes a bit of string from one pocket, and ties it shut.

any privacy issues she might have are now null and void. without a word to that effect, he puts the journal back in his pocket of holding and keeps his voice low]

You are Reno Browne and Roy Harper, are you not?

[eatshootsnleves]

[Turns. Meets the Doctor's eyes.

SIGH.]

Okay, first of all, human history's everywhere, I make human history when I step in a new cowpat. What's the point of freezing time for the dead if the living can't even get a good look?

Second, if anyone asks, no, no we're not.

[Resigned.] Hi, Doc.

[payback]

[Reno and Roy must pass through a park sometime during their rambles, right?

Where better to enjoy playing with a rather unfashionably large dog than in a park. Even as an amnesiac Rin can figure out chess quickly enough. She throws the tennis ball, Tad romps to get it... over... and over... and over... again...

... oh, she might just have beaned you in the head, Roy. Sorry! Wasn't watching carefully enough!]

[itslikethecity]

[Through the park they go! Reno's deep in thought and doesn't even notice Roy getting walloped.]

1/2

[eatshootsnleves]

[OW.

After a still moment, Roy straightens back up. No, that's okay, Reno, no need to bother, he'll just bend to pick up his ridiculous hat before turning to give little miss Plays-With-Lions over there a seriously irritated Look...]

[eatshootsnleves]

[... that melts RIGHT off when he sees who it is.

Muttered] Aw, hell.

[For a second it looks like he's considering bolting. But that would be cruel.]

... That was intentional, wasn't it.

[encryptedlock]

[York and Delta, one out of armor and one human, are wandering out in one of the outdoor markets. York's carrying a basket of fruit and Delta is going over the merchandise and purchasing pieces to add to it.

Between checking his phone and looking around the market, though, York does notice something out of place, and when his gaze fixes on Reno it stays there. It had been--well, a very long time since he'd seen her in person. Was that really her?

He can't say for sure, but he's definitely staring.]

[itslikethecity]

[She doesn't recognize Delta, but she does recognize York; despite herself, she smiles for a brief second when their eyes meet. She'd always liked York, and she can remember his face like it was just yesterday they were in the Wild West.

Before she can draw too much of his attention -- if she hasn't already -- she turns her attention back to Roy.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Roy catches that pause just as he finishes paying for a pair of apples, and barely resists looking over at the two men himself.

In an undertone, as he picks up the walking pace] Uh-oh. How fast do we need to run?

[itslikethecity]

York's fine, but I don't know his friend. That's who I'm wary about.

[knightprodigy]

Dick would know the owner of that red head of hair anywhere, but for a moment, amongst the sea of people milling about the Champs-élysées, he's not sure whether he really saw him or not.

"Roy?" is it? He can't quite- louder: "Roy?"

Has he been here in Paris for all this time, too? Would he remember the castle without being prompted? He had to. After all, Roy had been a castle resident for longer than- no, that was wrong. 'First gen'? Was that what they had called them?

Having no luck, Dick decides to gain a better vantage point by grabbing hold of a lamppost and hoisting himself above the crowds. Finally, laying his eyes on his friend he grins and shouts "Roy!"

[eatshootsnleves]

At the first call of his name Roy automatically ducks - shit - and weaves into the early-evening crowd. He's got his hat down close to his eyes and then comes the second, which is loud enough for the familiarity in the voice to break through.

Dick Grayson. God dammit.

The third call comes from somewhere above him, which is Dick all over and all his heartstrings tug at once. Roy shared an adolescence with this man, and it's Christmas, and for some goddamn reason they're both still here in Paradisan Paris and why waste it? Before he knows it or thinks too hard about why he shouldn't, Roy's half-turned to shoot Dick a sidelong grin.

Yell a little louder, Shortpants, let the whole city know.

With that he veers to cross the sea of human traffic and fetch up by a little food stand. The lady behind it sells him a twist of paper full of roasted chestnuts with a too-bright smile and he's cracked the shell off one by the time Dick gets there.

"Bonsoir to you too, stranger." Chestnut?

[knightprodigy]

Dick watches the whole thing from his perch on the lamppost, jumping down only once his friend had crossed back over.

He's staggered. Really can't believe his eyes. This is the same Roy Harper he'd been in the castle with. The same shaggy haired, younger version that Dick sorely missed, now more than ever.

Almost incredulous, Dick pays Roy's nuts very little regard before a huge grin breaks out across his face. Can has hugs?

[eatshootsnleves]

Roy grins back automatically, but it's been long enough that he isn't quite prepared to get wrapped in a patented Grayson Christmas Hug. "Oof!" He just barely manages to save the chestnuts and still pound Dick on the back.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," way to squeeze a real smile out of him, Grayson. "Missed you too." he mutters, probably too audible.

[variare]

[ Jr. actually adores museums, which may surprise some people who aren't truly aware of his inner nerd. But it isn't even just that! Learning everything he can about Lost Jerusalem in this time is actually very useful to his mission.

...And fun, too! Or at least it might have been if not for his company. Having run into Faye along the way, and knowing that she also comes from a future where Earth is hardly what it once was, he had given in to the Christmas spirit and invited her along. ]

Are we done yet?

Stop whining, already! You're totally ruining the point of this. This museum's infamous in this time.

This is not worth a free lunch. I need a cigarette.

Damn, woman, can't you appreciate a little culture for once? There's-

[ And before someone else in the museum can tell the two of them to shut their pie-holes, Jr.'s going to cut himself off, draw to a halt, and pretty much gape at seeing Roy and Reno. Right there. In front of them. ]

[luckyvalentine]

[Faye, of course, has noticed no one.]

I think I've appreciated plenty of culture already, thank you very much. [and then a somewhat horrifying thought dawns on her] ...You're not planning on looking at everything here, are you?

[eatshootsnleves]

Oh, jesus.

[It takes Roy a few tries to place that voice, so he's late to turn away, and besides the museum program really isn't big enough to bury his nose in.

He tries anyway.]

Oh hey, that looks interesting.

[He comments randomly to Reno, gesturing at a whole lot of nothing across the hallway. Let's scram, cowgirl.]

[itslikethecity]

[Reno turns her head at Roy's tone, and then her attention is suddenly pulled along. Oh, have they been noticed?]

I've always found that interesting.

[Moving along.]