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When; Sunday, December 7th, evening.
Rating; PG 13, most likely, possibly higher, but only because of the possibility of Emille's filthy language.
Characters; Emille (

bass_on_fire) and Marianne(

tresdifficile)
Summary; Marianne is a 1700's French woman on a horse and has just arrived in the City. Emille decides it'd be a fantastic idea to help out the woman that believes she's going absolutely mad.
Log;

She put her violin aside for now, and dressed in her slacks and white dress shirt, alongside her one inch cheeled boots. Emille had a vague idea where Marianne was, but she knew one thing: The girl had a horse. That was kind of a strange thing in the City. Horses just don't "happen" around here. Singing cacti? Yes. People who are actually angels, superheroes, costumed supervillains, yes, all that happens. Horses? Nnnnnnot so much.

She took a bit of a guess, and happened upon the edge of the forest. Emille thought to herself, "This probably isn't the best idea. I'm not the goddamned concierge to this place." And yet, she was compelled regardless, most likely out of sympathy for the amount of confusion this woman was no doubt in. Her eyes gazed around the place, trying to find... trying to find a damn horse.

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Marianne refrains from asking after everything. She thinks that she'll only give herself and her host a headache, if she does, and she still genuinely hopes that this will be but a dream she will wake up from.

Instead she gingerly sits down, hands folded in her lap, quiet for a moment.

"This must be an inconvenience for you," she says eventually. "Thank you. I will make accommodations for myself in the morning." Marianne smiles a little. "Is your home much like this place?"

"Don't worry so much. I help 'cuz I want to. That's it." It was true; if she wanted anything up front, she would have asked for it. Every now and then, though, she manages to be surprisingly selfless.

"I... Don't really have much of a home back where I'm from. I traveled a lot. Made ends meet by playing music, earning money that way. This is the first stable place I've had for a few years, I guess."

Part of her thoughts lingered back to New York and Chicago, missing her old family and friends. Another part of her shut that thought process down almost as immediately as it began.

Emille reminds Marianne of the gypsies who danced in the streets and camped throughout the villages. She had never been sure what to make of them, until her brother said they were filthy and degenerate. She'd decided she liked them, after that, though she was still never permitted to speak to them, outside the few times she'd played with other little children passing through the province. Perhaps it was just to be contrary, but she could never understand hating a whole people.

"I am glad some people like it here. Perhaps it's not too terrible."

She takes off her gloves, straightening them idly. "I lived my whole life in Gévaudan. The day I came here, I had decided to leave. Though.. this is not entirely what I had intended."

Emille wouldn't be quite sure of how to take being compared to gypsies or anything, but all things considered, it was a pretty apt comparison. Traveling musician, making her home wherever she lay -- typically in someone else's hotel--, preferring drinks and regaling others with stories and music... Again, not that far off.

"It's not bad at all. It just takes some getting used to." With a shrug, she walks over to the bed and grabs her violin case, closing it up and setting it aside, next to her electric bass. "It's a new experience for ya, then. Something to try out. A new way of livin'. Worst that happens?... You just end up don't liking it after all's said and done. And that's that."

"I'm sure that there could be worse," she says, though it sounds like she may be laughing a bit. "Though it's best not to dwell on such things, no?"

At least Marianne has relaxed. Emille is very nice, and not grudging about their differences, and she finds herself at ease more and more around the other woman. Maybe she'll be able to sleep. Maybe things will be all right.

[ooc: Soooorry for taking so long, lj is loading really slow for me and I'm being unfortunately braindead :| if you want to wrap it up here I'm cool!]

"I'd say so. The weather's decent, there're good people here... No need for dwelling on the negatives too much."

Emille was glad Marianne finally managed to calm down... And glad for herself that she was able to deal with this situation pretty well. There was a consideration of making this a somewhat normal thing... That idea stricken down quite soon after when she realizes she needs to take it all one step at a time.

[ooc: It's cool! I think now would be a good point to wrap up anyway. :D]