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[ Whatever one can see of the suite Gaius is in is predictably beautiful, as is the case for many that took advantage of the whole limitless funds thing. He looks like he hasn't sleeping, or has been drinking, or some other combination that makes for a considerably rumpled computer programmer. Anyone who has seen him, and will see him, will note he's been in exceptionally high spirits, but the hour has dampened this some into 'coming down' misery.

He has a cigarette that he is neglecting, and squints bleary into the journal. It's so late it's early. ]

Question. Only a short answer needed.

Is anyone experiencing your-- death tolls? The communications have been working swimmingly so I was just.

Wondering.

Cheers.

[ Aaand spam for Olive, Capa, and anyone else nerdily keen ]

[ Alright, so. Gaius is starting to get an idea as to the point of Paris, and that it was a city in a country called France, and that the "English" speaking thought them to be wankers, really, but gave them credit for all the art and the history and the. Coffee and bread, apparently, Gaius doesn't know, but he does appreciate the way everyone dresses, and he's tried to match it in sleek fitted lines and pinstripe. After letting Sarah Connor know the specifics of where he was going and how he wasn't planning to escape or anything, he's wandered out to learn about Earth via Paris.

Even if he feels awful.

The Cité des Sciences et de l'Industrie sounded promising and thus a message sent to Capa about whether he was interested in seeing it. After that, or before it, as you like, there's more cruising around the places one must pay to get into, allowing for chancier meetings of those of similar mind. ]

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[Jesse, for whatever reason, is in a bathroom. Also smoking, naturally, sitting on the floor, using the toilet as an ashtray. He also looks tired, but less stressed than he has lately.]

I dunno about the death tolls, but I'm still seeing shit, for whatever that's worth. The faceless dudes.

[ Gaius remains in the general area of his shared suite with Sarah Connor - which is, incidentally, why he's keeping his voice down. ]

I was wondering. And I'm still dreaming as I was. Suppose I should be glad it doesn't happen when I'm awake.

[ His gratitude is-- invisible to the human eye, if he has any. ]

[Jesse's also being pretty quiet, but it's late, and he looks sleepy, so it's not all that out of the ordinary.]

Yeah, no kidding. [He sighs, dragging deep.] Anyways, that offer of mine still stands, if you want it. I scored some grass the other night, too. That might help.

[ Glances off somewhere in mild discomfort when The Offer is brought up again, but offers a quick smile at the video. He, too, is tired. That's what he gets for dialing into the network at this hour, however. ]

Paris isn't so terrible, when I'm not attempting to sleep. It's a nice distraction.

But I'll let you know once we're back on the good ship.

[Jesse snorts quietly.] Yeah. No guarantees about that, man. I like it here.

I get the feeling it isn't so simple as that, Jesse.

[He shoots the screen a look, like: duh.] Yeah, I get that. But I'm still gonna see if there's some way we can squat here. A girl got left behind at the last port, right? Why not this one?

Perhaps so.

But there's talk going around about how we got here - some people just opened a door on the Barge and stepped into Paris. Parker thinks it won't be any different for getting back on it. And you'll need doors eventually.

That's what happened last time, too... but not for everybody.

Look, man, it's something. You wanna tell me your ass wouldn't rather stay here in civilization?

Well, of course. I'm just not very good at crippling disappointment so I'm making an effort to avoid it at all costs.

It's almost exactly like home, too, this place. Minus lack of space travel.

Plus French. I could learn French. [Unlikely.]

Or, hell, if we can stay here, we can go anywhere. England, Canada, back to the States... [He leans his head back, his voice sort of dreamy.] Santa Fe, maybe... I got good memories of that place...

[ Rests chin on hand and quietly smokes as Jesse talks, disinclined to interrupt with more reality and what have you. He's a decent measure older than the other man and should at least sometimes try to act it. ]

Manage to fit a lot all on one planet, don't you?

...Hmm? [Jesse's on the other side of the ocean, man. He's in Santa Fe. But then he shoots a glance offscreen, looking suddenly sort of guilty.]

Uh, do we? So that sci-fi stuff is true, huh, like alien planets aren't so, you know, multi-cultural?

[ Gaius is indeed still here, a small, almost nonexistent smile edging at the corner of his mouth. Too tired to be offended or amused any further than that. ]

I don't quite follow.

We've cultures, of course, religions and status and-- just an immense population under a single governmental body. Whole planets develop their own walks of life as opposed to continents, though it isn't entirely uniform. But it seems you have it all on this one-- quite small, even, planet, and then some.

[Jesse flashes a tired smile of his own, his voice going quieter again.]

Forget continents, man. We've got it in, like, cities... towns, even. Neighborhoods. Like... back in the ABQ, there's places you don't go, you get me? [Even though he's talking about racism and gang violence, he feels an odd stab of pride for the earth. Go, Earth! Diversity!]

I think so.

The Colonies could learn something, I suspect.

Yeah, well, don't get me wrong. You guys are probably better off without some of our shit. [Because... racism and gang violence and all.]

Oh, believe me, that works both ways.

[ Even aside from robot apocalypse, civil unrest is a thing, political violence and a powerful military. Et cetera. ]

But the grass is greener, and all that. I certainly like Earth at the moment.

[Capa had already been to The Cité on his trip, but he had been more interested in the company he had, which included his inmate, that he didn't mind going back a second time. Even if this life in this city was starting to wear on him.

So when he received the message, he accepted it quickly, and made his way through the city to meet up with him.]

You seem to have adjusted well.

What in the world gives you that impression?

[ At least Gaius is being somewhat facetious when he says this, a hooked half-grin in accompaniment. He is also holding what appears to be a rather large cup of coffee and peering through the tinted glass of sunglasses, ignoring also the tour group trundling by like busy traffic. ]

It's a little bit terrible, isn't it.

[Capa raised one shoulder in a half hearted shrug.] I expected a shambling mess, to be perfectly honest. [He had managed to escape without a hangover, though he knew he probably had one too many at the club with Arthur the night before. It was the only way that Capa could cope with jazz. However, he did eye that coffee with a particularly envious look.]

But if you are, you hide it well.

[ Gaius doesn't miss the glance to coffee, happily sloshing his around before taking a long and needed pull from it, before tilting his head-- gently-- in a given direction. ] Long years of practice, rest assured.

Come on, let's get you one've these and you can help me get my bearings.

I don't usually need caffeine. Two years and more without it. [But he reconsidered after he said it.] But...I think this is a situation where I need it.

This place isn't difficult to navigate. It's behind my time, so it's more entertainment than anything.

[ Off towards coffee it is, which is a science in itself, to make a good cup of coffee. The machine hisses in greeting with the two vendors in T-shirts signifying the museum moving to keep up with demand, although it isn't long until hey can serve and produce.

In the meantime, Gaius shall enjoy his own. ]

So this isn't contemporary Earth for you? By my understanding, it's a little ahead of most, here. Not everyone's, mind.

[Capa stood in line, flinching a bit at the loud sounds that hadn't seemed so offensive from a distance.] Not by much, but yes. 2057 is when we left. It was 2059 by the time we arrived. The others kept better count of the days. [His headache made him grow slightly impatient, but coffee would help. Hopefully. After a bit of badly spoken French on his part, he had his own.] So...almost forty years.

But a different timestream, of course.

Of course. Naturally. A lot of that going around.

[ That's way more French than Gaius has mastered, the accent too foreign for him to do more than point at pages in his translator book and do elaborate mimes. Getting coffee hadn't been too big of an ordeal, at least, falling into step with Capa as they moved on. ] My Warden and her-- son-- who's on the Barge, by the way-- is all tangled up in timeline nonsense, and it hasn't even anything to do with the Barge.

It's a bit of a mindfrak.

[That got a laugh out of Capa, but he didn't say anything until his hands were warming from the coffee he held.]

It's difficult to think about, but if you add in the "twin" concept, it becomes even more tangled. Especially when they're not even here.

I'm almost glad, sometimes, there isn't anyone from where I come from. Can't say that they wouldn't come from before or after.

[ Sips coffee, pauses. Twin concept. Oh-- ]

This is where I do you a great discourtesy in merely guessing that Dr. Crane isn't actually related to you.

Same here. I don't want to deal with that headache. And no. Crane is in no way related to me, though he likes to think differently sometimes.

[Capa started forward slowly, not really heading in any particular direction.]

[It was a tough call after finding the Maison de Victor Hugo. I mean, Hugo's House. Come on. How do you top that.

Then Olive found a computer and searched around and shortly thereafter, she found herself outside the Musee d'Orsay. And oh look, a familiar face.]

Gaius!

[ Gaius will hand it to these French Earthers - they know how to build things. Observing the front face of the building, Gaius turns quick on a heel when his name is called out, furrow brow'd before breaking out an easy smile when he recognises who it is. ]

Hello there. I was just thinking to myself, I needed an Earther for context that isn't a frakking tour guide.

One day, you're going to explain what 'frak' is. [Tour guide, huh? The corners of her mouth twitched upward.] I've never been to France so I can't really help, but...I did some reading on this one. The Musee d'Orsay. Ever heard of Van Gogh?

No Van Gogh. That's a person?

[ Yep. He takes a last drag of ever present cigarette and drops it, crushing it out with the heel of a recently purchased and shiny shoe. ]

And if you can't guess what 'frak' means, there's no explaining I can do. In good conscience.

[Olive just turns her head to breathe fresh air because ew smoke. She tries to swallow the cough, though. You're welcome.]

I can guess, but it's kind of a stupid word. I was speaking etymologically. [But sigh she's heading for the entrance.] Come on, I'll pay the entrance fee. Van Gogh is a famous painter. He did some really incredible things, you'll love it.

No.

Oh.

I mean.

Good! That's wonderful. [ So unconvincing. ]

Shut up.

[ Blinks bleakly into the journal. Shifts a glance off leftwise. Aaaand Gaius out. ]

Sort of. Death tolls are hard to keep track of.

I wouldn't know, personally. You haven't experienced any since landing, though?

A bit, but not as bad as it was before.

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