Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 7, 2009 18:00:57 GMT -5
Odette blushed, smiling slowly for the first time. She'd have never thought of that - out of a strictly-enforced modesty that bordered on self-deprecation, which wasn't at all uncommon in bullied or alienated girls. It wasn't that Odette was naturally an unpleasant, unlikeable person, but that she did show a lot of unpleasant and poky traits. She was also very pleased when Seven looked through her postcards, hugging her knees to her chest and watching the other girl. For all her oddities, Seven was not bad-looking, was kind of pretty; albino or not, she was not overly freaky beyond that, and Odette was already used to her. The clothing was odd. She'd need to change.
Odette's face became sort of blank at Seven's question, however. "Era?"
She supposed Seven was from a different one, then, which was also not uncommon, and Odette did not realize that that was anything unusual. Stranger things had happened in the Opera House. "Well," said Odette with a shrug, after a moment, her voice less of a controlled, near-inaudible murmur under these circumstances - that is to say, when she was alone with someone, not in an open space. "I have never been in a different one." Odette's strange clothing did suggest she had, though. Odette watched her a moment, taking in the strange apparel. "The curtain's there," she said, pointing with a long, outstretched finger, in a schoolgirlish kind of way. The changing curtain was indeed there. "I suppose you will have to keep the shoes you have now. I don't think mine will fit you."
Odette was self-conscious about her height and certainly about how long her feet were - compared to a shorter girl's - but she managed this delicate subject rather well for a shy person.
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Post by seven on Mar 8, 2009 14:42:26 GMT -5
Seven looked suddenly at her feet. The "shoes" were attached to the plug suit, more like booties then any separate item. She supposed she would need to purchase a pair. There are a lot of things that need purchasing... She thought sullenly. Going behind the curtain she pressed the small switch on her suit, causing a slight hissing sound at it depressurized and allowed air in. There was a polymer strip that separated down the front for removal. As soon as she finished Seven pulled herself into the comparatively breezy dress. She had never worn something so... Loose. With a shrug she straightened the fabric and stepped out from behind the divider. **Is my appearance acceptable?** She asked self consciously.
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Post by Odette on Mar 8, 2009 16:09:14 GMT -5
The strange sounds coming from behind the curtain were not precisely normal and Odette was faintly bothered by them, but she bore it well, dwelling on the world her postcards suggested to her instead of focusing on Seven. When Seven came out in Odette's dress, she looked fine. Seven was shorter, of course, and the waist, therefore was low on her, but as Odette was extremely slim, it balanced out well there, too. Odette nodded and crossed her legs absent-mindedly.
"Where are you from?" she asked, as she looked at the pictures, wondering if it was as wonderful as the exotic locales of these operas or as bleak as Odette often found her existence to be.
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Post by seven on Mar 12, 2009 17:58:35 GMT -5
Not wanting to be to specific just in case Seven answered cryptically. **The western united states.** She hoped the woman did not ask WHICH state. Seven disliked lying. **What about you? Your french sounds native, what brought you to Arizona?** Looking down at her dress Seven gave a quick twirl and enjoyed the flare of the fabric. She'd always wanted to do that....
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Post by Odette on Mar 12, 2009 18:21:23 GMT -5
Odette blinked.
"Ah-ree - ... zo-- na?"
She was quite lost for a moment, then it occurred to her that Seven was possibly using an archaic - or, although this idea Odette was typically uncomfortable with, futuristic - name for the city. Paris. Arizona. The 'ona' ending was odd, and she couldn't guess where the P went, but it was possible.
"No, today it is called Paris," she said, shaking her head. It had not occurred to her that Seven had meant she thought they were outside of France, because Odette's French was not native, her having come from Russia and sounding Russian to most French-speakers, and therefore she had no idea why Seven might have said that.
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Post by seven on Mar 13, 2009 1:56:49 GMT -5
Seven blinked in confusion. **I do not believe there is a 'Paris' in the contiguous United States...** It was then that Seven caught the snippet of thought from Odette. An alternate name for Paris? Arizona? Why would she not know What Arizona was if she was IN it? It seemed an odd form of delusion, thinking one was in Paris, France while in Phoenix, Arizona... Then Seven remembered Odette's confusion towards her question of time reference in the post cards. Looking around Seven began to put pieces together. Everything was archaic, the cloths, the furniture, the architecture... Seven had no idea how or why, but obviously this woman (and the various patrons of the 'House of Opera') Were operating under the delusion that they were in Paris France. From the looks of things, Seven estimated possibly in the latter part of the Nineteenth century. Sevens expression suddenly began to look worried. **I do not believe you understand. We currently reside in the southwestern United States... Unless I am gravely mistaken** Which Seven was certain she was not. She simply felt it was rude to state such a thing as blatant fact without some form of modifier. Also there was always the odd possibility she was NOT in the USA... Though it WAS 2009. Time travel was impossible, that couldn't change, however she could always have been rendered unconscious and placed in Paris... She mentally ran through her past few days of life looking for gaps in memory that might be unconsciousness or the influence of one of her sisters mind tricks. Perhaps she was caught in a delusion? A quick mental scan disproved that theory. Sevens worried expression deepened and was combined with one of confusion. This was getting very strange. **What is going on? I do not understand....**
((Pour Seven... SO clueless. She has NO IDEA she's been transported to another universe LoL. Also [side note] As Seven doesn't ACTUALLY speak French, to her untrained ear Odette sounds Native LoL. She doesn't know any better. She understands the mental intent of what people are saying, her mind relates that to English, but the actual French WORDS are meaningless to her LoL. She only understands Via Telepathy. ahaha [which will be funny the first time somebody tries to have her read something.))
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 13, 2009 11:36:35 GMT -5
Odette was getting increasingly discomfited, her nose wrinkling and then her eyes blinking very hard, and her fingers entwining repeatedly. She was aware of how uncomfortable Seven was, but the way Seven spoke to her as though Odette was the one who had shown up in a very strange place and we being shown around completely rubbed her the wrong way. Odette was, after all, overly-sensitive to criticism as it was, but coming from someone she was trying, however wearily, to show around and help adjust, she didn't have a lot of patience for it.
Not that this meant she lost her temper, which was rare for Odette. Odette took a series of deep breaths and clasped her elbows.
"You are in the Paris Opera House," said Odette. "I reside in Paris, France. You do also, as of about an hour ago when Lissie Borden from the Corps de Ballet pulled you out of a backstage storage room. I don't know where you're from, but..." Odette shut her eyes a moment, and her eyelashes fluttered as though she were very, very tired when she opened them again. "There are a lot of people who come to the Opera House from another place or time. I don't know how or if they get back. So I can't help you there. But I can help you find a way to stay here without people like Lissie shouting at you."
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Post by seven on Mar 13, 2009 13:26:13 GMT -5
Seven blinked in confusion. How was this possible? As far as she was concerned there was no proof to the claim. She would have to go outside to see, and she was certain she would simply see a lazy Arizona summer afternoon. **If we ARE in Paris, then the surrounding landscape will have changed. Is there a window where we might check this?**
((Making the assumption her room doesn't have one. If I couldn't touch moonlight I sure wouldn't LoL))
Seven was more then willing to admit she was wrong about something, but only if offered sufficient proof. She was, however, very pleased to hear that Odette would be willing to show her how to avoid conflict with the one called 'Lissie.'
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 13, 2009 13:32:58 GMT -5
((I always figured the dormitories were on the inside of the Opera House. So yeah. No windows.))
Odette stood gracefully even though clearly wracked with anxiety, which was not really an uncommon thing to see on her. It was her general demeanor. Glancing down at Seven, she only gave a little reluctant flip of her fingers, gesturing Seven to follow her as she moved quickly to exit the room, not thinking at first of the fact that her long-legged strides would be hard to catch up with.
She went purposefully down the hallway, only slowing down whenever she had to turn a corner and Seven seemed a bit far behind, and continued on in total silence - it seemed Odette disliked speaking as she walked - for several minutes until they were turning into the Grand Foyer, which, while breathtaking in its opulence, Odette did not pay attention to, striding right down to the doors, pushing one open and holding it for Seven.
There. Paris, circa 1880. Very clearly Paris, in fact, right to the Eiffel tower, which appeared half-constructed or fully-constructed or something like that depending on who you were and what you expected to see. Horse-drawn carriages rolled down the streets, and ladies with parasols were accompanied by men in top-hats. In short, nothing unusual for Odette, but possibly for Seven, although, with a certain unconscious callousness derived from having shown this sight to many others in Seven's position before - granted, most of them older and less vulnerable than Seven - she did not think of how this might affect the other girl.
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Post by seven on Mar 14, 2009 1:58:37 GMT -5
Seven reached the doorway and balked. Her ruby eyes widened in shock as she took in the alien scene. Stepping just outside the doors she turned three hundred and sixty degrees, taking in everything. This is not possible.... She thought. I cannot have moved through space AND time... As her eyes widened further still in both awe and distress she trembled slightly. **This cannot be...** She attempted to rationalize with Odette, though it was more for her own benefit. **It is impossible... Relativity does not allow for... ** She was beginning to look frantic. **How has this happened Odette? Please... I do not understand.**
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Post by Odette on Mar 15, 2009 17:21:51 GMT -5
Odette shrugged and folded her arms again, clasping the backs of her elbows. It was her usual uncomfortable posture. Seven had doubtless seen her do very little else.
"It can be and is. Frequently."
Odette turned on her heel to leave, though this time she walked more slowly, easier to catch up with as she was not taking advantage of how great her strides could be. "It's how I showed up from Russia when I was still a little girl," she added without thinking, although this was more than she was used to telling anyone.
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Post by seven on Mar 16, 2009 12:48:53 GMT -5
The conversational tangent worked flawlessly on the curious mind. **You are from Russia? Fascinating. I have never met some one from Russia until now.** Sevens mental voice projected, going from tense and confused to easy and curious in a second. **What is it like there? Does it remind you of your Post Cards?**
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