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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 18:51:28 GMT -5
*She pretended to think teasingly.*
"I rather prefer Fortescue. What would you say if I referred to you as Fortescue?" *She teased.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 18:53:36 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I'd never speak to you again," *he said cheerfully.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 18:55:31 GMT -5
*She pretended not to hear him.*
"Or perhaps Fortey. How d'you like Fortey?" *She asked him jokingly, the light in her eyes and the smirk on her face evidence to the fact that she wasn't serious.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 18:58:29 GMT -5
*He pretended to look horrified.*
"Please, just Maxim."
*He started the car, a hint of laughter in his face.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 18:59:41 GMT -5
*She smiled.*
"Fine, just Maxim it is."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 19:01:49 GMT -5
"Thank you."
*He pulled the car out onto the road, much to the confusion and dismay of the various inhabitants of 19th century Paris.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 19:04:58 GMT -5
*She laughed softly.*
"I don't think the car was a very smart plan--none of them have the faintest idea what on earth it is."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 20:34:35 GMT -5
*He frowned.*
"Why the devil wouldn't they?"
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Post by Enjolras on Nov 5, 2007 10:48:58 GMT -5
**MICAELA**
*She shrugged nonchalantly.*
"They're not exactly common here."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 5, 2007 16:48:19 GMT -5
((...
Universe: *implodes*))
*He looked around, noticing, for the first time, that there were no other cars on the street. That was very strange- the last time he'd been in paris, the streets had been absolutely clogged.*
"That doesn't make any sense!"
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Post by Quasimodo on Nov 5, 2007 16:51:00 GMT -5
**MIC**
*She cocked her head.*
"I didn't know England was that far advanced. I hardly saw any cars when I was..." *She gasped.* "Oh god. What Hallie was saying... It's... What year is it?" *She asked him, to make sure.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 5, 2007 16:54:37 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow.*
"1926," *he replied skeptically.* "Have you had no time to check, with that music of yours?"
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Post by Quasimodo on Nov 5, 2007 16:55:56 GMT -5
*She groaned.*
"No... it's 1882. Haven't you noticed the clothes? Or the carriages? It's normal around here. I have a friend who's from an alternate universe."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 5, 2007 16:58:51 GMT -5
*He blinked, once, and again. How could he have been so wrapped up in his misery that he hadn't even noticed. But...*
"There is a telephone in my hotel room. And electric lights. And modern furnishings."
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Post by Quasimodo on Nov 5, 2007 18:18:58 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"I never said it made sense. There are people from 400 BC to 2021 AD. All here. I wouldn't be surprised if Manderley was exactly the same as you left it.*
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