[When Francis comes to, he’s in a similar position as he was before arriving to Splendor, seated at a sidewalk café. There’s a large cup of coffee, black with sugar, on the table with him. He’s clutching an erotic novel opened to page 213 which is conveniently his page. The signs that something is horribly awry simply are not there. Not to any
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Franciaország!
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Hongrie! Ma cherie, this is either a dream or I have gone to Heaven you sight for sore eyes! [Cut it out, he's excited to see her. So what if he's laying it on thick?
Barely managing to remember his novel (which he tucked away), he headed toward her though he seemed a bit hesitant. Who knew if she'd evaporate if he stepped too close?]
Where are we?
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Yep, it's definitely you!
[She's also a bit hesitant to get too close, but more in defense of her vital regions than for any other reason.]
That's what I've been trying to figure out.
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...yet.] Pff, what does that mean? I am excited to see a face I know.
[His face fell a shade darker at that, sighing; glancing over his shoulder] I am guessing you have just gotten here yourself then?
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You nearly gave this old man a heart attack. Sit down, sit down... [Francis took a few deep breaths before his nerves smoothed out a bit and he reached for his coffee which was surprisingly warm for having sat out so long. Curious, but he still drank from it as he eyed the man over his cup]
I did not mean to be rude. It is good to see such a familiar face in such a confusing situation. You wouldn't happen to know where exactly we are, would you? [He's trying not to sound too hopeful. Probably failing.]
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[That said he settles in a chair and relaxes with a nod.]
Da, this place is called Splendorocity. I just arrived myself so I'm certain others are more knowledgeable but I do know a little bit about it.
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[He seems baffled and looks around once more, leaning in, pale brows knit together]
Did Amerique build another theme park and drug us so we would actually come look at it? [Huffing under his breath he leaned back and crossed his arms, glancing at his companion]
I have seen many strange things in my day, cher, but this ah--oh. Takes the cake, am I right? I am so confused.
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Mystery novels are a nice pastime.
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Have you just arrived?
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Him?!] Mathieu? What are you doing here?
[He resisted the urge to call him 'child' or to verbalize just how much easier it is to keep track of the boy when everyone around him isn't a screaming dog pile. Instead, he gave the boy a slight smile, patting the chair (that was a chair and not his lap)] Did I honestly look that confused, cher? That'd be correct.
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I've actually been here since May. [There was a bit of a soft laugh that accompanied his words.] I think the only one of us who's been here longer than me is America. [Though, that really didn't seem to matter anyway.] So I guess I'm just a bit relieved that you didn't tell me that you've been here a bit and I just didn't realise it.
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[Quickly, he added:] People blame me for so much and yet I have had my hand in raising the most well-adjusted gentleman ever. [Paternal puff of pride, here it is. Leaning an elbow against his table, he continued] What IS this place?
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