[ the idea of soulmates is one that creates a deep sense of fascination with most people. in a world of romanticism that can often be deadly, the idea of being connected to someone else is a much safer ideal... that said, a lot of people aren't even sure if the concept is actually real or not. imagine being told "hey you have a soulmate but they live in a completely different dimension from you so the chances of you ever meeting them are close to zero!!!" that sounds so fuckin fake
still. every once in a while, when the stars align just right, there is a chance of an overlap.....
anyway. noé is standing outside with an umbrella as it rains. it's a normal day for him, he thinks, outside of the rain being annoying. he does not quite notice that the fabric of the world (or whatever. i am not thinking too hard on the logic here) seems to be weakening, making it just that much easier for someone to slip through one world from another.... ]
[ It is not a normal day for Angela. A normal day would consist of being in the Library, organizing and list-making and setting things up and assisting Roland with his book, but--
Instead, she reaches out to shelve a book, finds there is no more shelf, and stumbles forward to plunk unceremoniously onto her knees into a puddle. ]
[ oh, that lady looks like she just appeared out of nowhere!
... well. either he is seeing things, or something is happening, and either of these have a high chance of being true. but more importantly, this lady who appeared out of nowhere (maybe? possibly?) has fallen down, so noé will walk over and offer a hand. ]
[ It's said a little bluntly, even with the pause to consider she should maybe not be blunt, but she is no longer the director, she no longer has to greet people as "dear guests" and she is not even in the Library right now, so Angela doesn't feel all that bad for not attempting to be polite off the bat.
She does take a minute to eye his hand, then reaches out to take it, if just because she does not trust herself to wobble getting to her feet without assistance. ]
[ he is glad she takes his hand, since noé wasn't really sure if she would after the response and how long she took. but he will carefully help ease angela to her feet. ]
Ah, I do that all the time. The streets aren't always even here, except for the fancier areas.
[ he sounds excited to describe these badly paved streets. paris is still fascinating to him. ]
[ Does she? Well, it seems that there are different manners of appearance regarding the nature of the location, which from what she's seen could very well be similar to the difference between living in a Nest and living in the Backstreets. ]
And... where is "here", exactly?
[ Good news, buddy, you get to describe Paris even more! ]
[ the worst thing is that he is just going to assume she's lost, and nothing else that is stranger. he is soooo used to people who don't know where they're going, so he is an expert at this, clearly. he is also an expert at having no self-awareness. ]
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still. every once in a while, when the stars align just right, there is a chance of an overlap.....
anyway. noé is standing outside with an umbrella as it rains. it's a normal day for him, he thinks, outside of the rain being annoying. he does not quite notice that the fabric of the world (or whatever. i am not thinking too hard on the logic here) seems to be weakening, making it just that much easier for someone to slip through one world from another.... ]
I really wanted to go on a walk...
[ SAD ABOUT HIS EXERCISE ]
slips in with starbucks
Instead, she reaches out to shelve a book, finds there is no more shelf, and stumbles forward to plunk unceremoniously onto her knees into a puddle. ]
... This is...
[ What the hell. ]
it's ok i am also late we both shake hands
... well. either he is seeing things, or something is happening, and either of these have a high chance of being true. but more importantly, this lady who appeared out of nowhere (maybe? possibly?) has fallen down, so noé will walk over and offer a hand. ]
Did you hurt yourself?
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[ It's said a little bluntly, even with the pause to consider she should maybe not be blunt, but she is no longer the director, she no longer has to greet people as "dear guests" and she is not even in the Library right now, so Angela doesn't feel all that bad for not attempting to be polite off the bat.
She does take a minute to eye his hand, then reaches out to take it, if just because she does not trust herself to wobble getting to her feet without assistance. ]
I merely lost my balance.
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Ah, I do that all the time. The streets aren't always even here, except for the fancier areas.
[ he sounds excited to describe these badly paved streets. paris is still fascinating to him. ]
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[ Does she? Well, it seems that there are different manners of appearance regarding the nature of the location, which from what she's seen could very well be similar to the difference between living in a Nest and living in the Backstreets. ]
And... where is "here", exactly?
[ Good news, buddy, you get to describe Paris even more! ]
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We are on second street!
[ nailed it ]