it was a sin, so sweet and true

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Characters: Emilia ( howaverage ) & Jules ( typeright ) :: closed
Date: A DAY. AT A TIME. I guess May 22nd, afternoon?
Summary: Smoking, drinking, romance novels. Classy stuff.
Warnings: Nothing comes to mind! Horrible romance novels?


Well, she'd been here a while, now. Long enough to accept that it wasn't a hallucination, and that she probably wasn't going to be going home for a while. A terrifying thought, in and of itself, and one that Jules was quite determined not to address – no, instead she was going to be doing other thing. Happy things! Things like making friends, reading, drinking wine, smoking. Quite a few days had encompassed all those things, although she had to say it was quite the change to find oneself able to indulge in an entire library of romance novels and be able to drink and smoke openly; perhaps it was only realised here because of Em being so very French.

Today was a slight veering away from the norm, though, with Jules happily parked, scribbling notes and ideas and paragraphs of prose down in a notebook. After all, her writing career had been borne of needing a distraction, and if ever there were an environment that, at times, prompted one to need something else to think about (especially the absence of loved ones), the Garden was one of them.

So, there she was, smoke curling up from the cigarette in her mouth, wine to the side, writing pornography. Another day in the life of Jules, and a classy one, at that.

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"'Personalities' is a bit of a euphemism," she admits after a moment, laughing a bit. "Some of them were just a little..." She tries, perhaps in vain, to think of a gentle way to phrase it. "Pretentious and egotistical, I suppose you might say. Real characters, you know? You'd think they'd written something befitting Tolstoy, rather than a colourful romance novel that just barely avoiding plagiarising The Scarlet Pimpernel." Her next little sigh is amused, and she shakes her head. "People can be a bit odd."

And perhaps it was time for the world to spin right off its axis, with Jules commenting on how odd people could be.

Another laugh, this one more relaxed again. "I was teasing, although I am sure you'd look lovely in a bonnet." A little shake of her head. "I think it hasn't quite sunk in for me, yet. I'm still finding these books rather comical." It was so funny, though, to think of someone from the same world, but in the past. Maybe less strange than other worlds, technically, but thinking of the fabric of time folded over and tangled up was mindboggling.

Then, as was so often the case, a thought struck her from out of the blue. "There are so many good books you can't have read!" You'd think she was announcing some horrific tragedy.

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Em smiles a little at the description of those people, picking at the hem of her sleeve distractedly as Jules speaks, nevertheless listening to her. She looks up from her idle task and smiles a bit; it's good that Jules considers some things odd. It means she doesn't lack of common sense - at least, not entirely, as Em sometimes wonders.

But, ah, there is an arch of her eyebrow as the mention of a bonnet comes up. She does find History an interesting matter, finds the whole Jane Austen era quite romantic, but she hardly thinks she would fit well in their frilly dresses and quite fancy parties. Em is a bit of a simple girl like that, after all, and it shows in the way she chooses to present herself, simple clothes, long hair always in a ponytail or a bun, quiet and modest manners beneath all the French bluntness.

She smiles just a bit when Jules announces she was just kidding and shrugs. It's not that she can't take teasing, but an introvert like her sometimes takes them seriously. No harm done, however, and she stops picking at her sleeve, shaking her head slightly. "I don't think I find them comical at all." The word would not be comical, no. "But it is all that we have. I was thinking of addressing the Queen about this censorship." Idle thought, not entirely serious. She would hardly be proactive in this type of situation.

"Hm," it's an amused little sound. "I suppose I have a lot to catch up, but I figure I will get to 2007 without much trouble. I'll just be older." And then apparently that is a weird thought because now she is imagining herself with fourteen more years standing there next to Jules. It seems to bother her slightly and she shakes her head, pushing those thoughts away.

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"You don't?" She sounds surprised. It's the reaction she's rather come to expect, though admittedly, that was largely from her friends, the ones in on the joke and the silliness. "You don't find the melodrama and the cliches entertaining?" Curious, more than anything else.

Then again, she did have a point about censorship, really. Tapping her finger against her lips, she slumps a bit against the table, and sighs. "It goes past the books, too. If you try to use the internet here, all you get are wikipedia articles on romance. It's terrible." But, she laughs a bit - much as she always does. "Maybe that could be my first order of business as representative of the women of the Gardens." A little grin, raising her shoulders and stretching a bit, she looks extremely pleased. "It sounds rather fun." It did, actually, if perhaps rather more serious than her usual endeavours.

"I suppose so. I'm sure you will be extremely classy and refined. If we run into each other, I'll have to insist on fourteen years of birthday dinners to catch up." She seems complete unfazed, but it is a strange thought, almost disturbing, in a way, that things were so mixed up and out of order. "It's a shame I don't make a habit of memorising lottery numbers, or I might have been able to give you something interesting to take home with you."