queenoflogs | it was a sin, so sweet and true

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.

Threaded | Flat

Most of Em time in the Gardens is divided between the Seventh Heaven and the library. She does other things, of course, like walking around the whole place and hang about with Ellie, but otherwise, she has been able to settle down in a relatively normal routine. She likes that, routine, likes the fact she knows what she is going to do, which is why every time there is something regarding the Queen, she tenses up. Carnivorous plants and real robots and all of that, it's just something she avoids thinking about because it's ridiculous but very much there.

So, when that morning she decided she wanted to swing by the library to return a book and pick up another, Em made sure Ellie would look after the bar before taking a walk towards it. Sometimes, she still feels insecure about wandering alone through the Gardens - it was how she got bitten by a flesh-eating plant in the first place - but most of the time she doesn't think about it much. From the Seventh Heaven - where she and Ellie live, right above the bar which has been turned into a sort of comfortable flat - to the library it's still a good distance, but nothing too tiring.

She doesn't know Jules is there, so she just walks along the shelves of books of little to no variety, trying to find the most general ones. Usually, she doesn't discriminate books, she loves to read, but it's tiring to be reading the same thing, over and over.

It's only when she's leaving a section to another that she spots a string of smoke not too far away. She squints her eyes a little and walks over to it, taking a shy peek from behind a shelf, smiling slightly at the sight of Jules. She doesn't want to intrude too much and so she knocks on the wood of the shelf to try to get her attention, raising a hand should she look up.

"Hey. What are you up to?"

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