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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 16:38:26 GMT -5
There was a bolt of something and Wolfgang stood staring in to the foyer of someplace new. "This is most definately not my home."
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 16:50:59 GMT -5
*Kris blinked at the flash of light, then giggled. It was too much. Mozard? Hulce!Mozart? That was just funny.*
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 16:53:58 GMT -5
He turned to see a woman standing "Mam, mam!" He exclaimed "Could you tell me, where on gods earth I am?"
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 17:14:04 GMT -5
*Kris smiled.*
"Dunno about god, but you're in Paris."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 17:29:14 GMT -5
"Paris!" Mozart clapped his hands "And from the look of this foyer-" he smiled jubilantly "I'm quite sure this is an opera house!"
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 17:44:14 GMT -5
*His enthusiasm was contagious. Kris slid down the rest of the way on the marble banister and laughed.*
"It certainly is. A very nice one, too. Do you have an interest in music, monsieur?" *she asked innocently.*
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 18:10:06 GMT -5
"Do I have any-" he laughed "Madamoiselle, I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart! Surely you've heard of me."
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 18:18:06 GMT -5
*Kris smiled, simulating the dawn of recognition.*
"Really? The Mozart? I'm honored; your portraits don't do you justice."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 18:18:42 GMT -5
"Dreadful aren't they? Always make me look fat" he patted his chin and looked around.
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 18:24:42 GMT -5
*Kris refrained from mentioning what Tom Hulce was going to look like in a few years.*
"So... Can I help you?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 18:29:28 GMT -5
"Well I was writing, in my loft, when I all of a sudden popped up here. Now I'm not a genius, but I'm thinking that, that isn't normal."
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 18:40:15 GMT -5
"Nooo," *Kris said slowly.* "It's not normal. But it's not unusual, here. You'll get used to it--pretty much everyone here was doing something else, then suddenly ended up here at the opera."
*She beamed.*
"Everyone will be so excited you're here!"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 18:43:57 GMT -5
He stared at her for a moment "People just, pop up here all the time?" He didn't give her time to answer "Everyone who?" He raised his eyebrows.
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Post by Kris on Nov 27, 2007 18:46:37 GMT -5
*She blinked.*
"Just... everyone. Everybody knows you; they'll be happy to meet you."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Nov 27, 2007 18:51:08 GMT -5
"Is that so?" He smiled and began to walk toward her when something hit him "What year is it?" He felt stupid for asking it, but if he had been pulled out of his home to Paris, it was very much likely that it wasn't the 1700's.
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