Not the girl next door or a girl from France (Open RP)

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

It was early in the morning, perhaps an hour or so past sunrise (two hash marks on the Fantasyland sundial), and Miss Mrs Una Persson was out looking for ... something. She'd woken up from a vivid dream with the conviction that she really needed to find a Royal Albert gent's bicycle. Of course, as the dream faded, she couldn't remember why that could possibly important. But by then, she was already halfway across the park.

Well, sod.

Nothing for it, she decided, but to get something to eat and figure out what to do with the new day.

((Any and all are welcome to chat with or bother her at any point in the day.))

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[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"World's a stage, really." She wandered over and looked over Una's shoulder at the coffee maker, doing her best to help out, which wasn't much, as she was about a century behind. "What did you do instead, then? It's an odd thing to go to anything else from, really."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Politics and warfare, mostly. Could you pass me the filters? The box of white papery things up there. Thanks." She measured out coffee. "I travel across the multiverse and I meddle. My friends and I monitor the flow of Time—well, we try to—and sometimes I help people who get displaced in Time. Help them get their bearings and either settle in, or teach them to travel as well."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty grabbed the filters and passed them to her, "They're interesting jobs for a lady, I am very sure. But I'm certainly not judging by any means." She shrugged and looked for some cups, then passed them to Una, "I bet this place is a bloody nightmare, if that's what you do."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

She couldn't help smirking a bit at the not judging.

"The worst part about this place is being the one who needs rescuing instead of the one who's doing it," she said as she started the coffeemaker running. "The lack of anything significant to do only compounds it. The whole thing was something of a holiday at first, though."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"I suppose everyone has to be the one stuck every so often to understand what it means to be rescued." Not that she would really know, and held a more poetic view of things she didn't really understand than was perhaps practical, "I can imagine, if your version of busy involves rescuing people and dramatic things like that, this really is a holiday."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"There are few experiences that don't broaden the mind somehow," Una said, not quite agreeing, but understanding more or less where Kitty was coming from. She peered into the pastry case. "But yes. No wars to fight, no hopeless causes to espouse ... it was quite relaxing at first." Of course, her recent boredom-alleviating activities were not a subject for general discussion, and certainly not with a new acquaintance.

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty certainly couldn't share her views about it being relaxing here, but that was more of her own devising and bad circumstances than anything else, "It must have been a nice change. I'm sure it gets very, very tiring with time, doesn't it? How long have you been here?" She was one of the few people Kitty had met who seemed like they had been here a long while, like they were more used to the park than anyone else.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una selected a croissant. "Less than a year, I think. More than several months. It's hard to keep track of these things, of course. There's some who have been here longer. Cayce Pollard, for instance. Mr Crowley, who lives in Club 33. And a handful of others."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty grabbed a Danish pastry for herself, as she did have rather a sweet tooth, even for breakfast. When she could afford to, anyway. "Really? I couldn't imagine being here for so long. I wouldn't know what to do with myself." Or wouldn't know how to keep the sort of secret she never intended to have to keep, let alone the one she really did intend to keep.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"One makes do. Having friends helps." Not to mention a talent for finding trouble wherever it might be, even in an extradimensional amusement park. "Have you met very many people here yourself?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty had a quick think, "Well, there's the Doctor, who I mentioned, Sir Percy, who's a very nice and...interesting gentleman," which certainly wasn't the least that could be said for him, but it was the most she was allowed to, "Jonathan, too, but I haven't seen him in a while."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Percy." She grinned. "Yes, definitely an interesting gentleman. More to that one than meets the eye. But a good person to know as well, I think. I don't believe I know a Jonathan, however. What's he like?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"He's definately a good person to know in a tight situation, that's for sure." She thought for a second about how to describe him, "He's the only other person from the 19th century, does magic, apparently, but never showed me, even though he was going to and he was just very, very polite. He hasn't replied to letters or anything in a while. It's rather worrying, but I didn't know him extraordinarily well anyway."

((Apologies. wrong journal.))

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Damn. I wonder if ..." She frowned. "You've heard about the occasional disappearances?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"Not particuarly, no." She returned Una's frown, "Do you think that's what's happened, then? Oh...do they just disappear? Into thin air?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"We don't know what happens, exactly, and that's the helllishly frustrating thing. It's always without warning, and the only way anyone ever finds out is when they go to look for the person in question and can't find him or her." She shook her head. "I prefer to think that perhaps they're going home somehow, or being sent home ... but we don't know."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"I just presumed I kept missing him, or he was avoiding me. Oh...well, I do hope he's gone home." It was a comforting thought that people had returned, as well as hope for possibly returning herself. "It's...a real shame, I looked forward to talking to him more."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una nodded. "Wherever or whenever he is, I hope he's all right." She took down a couple of mugs from a shelf. "Coffee? Or tea? The tea here's fairly ghastly, for the most part, I should warn you."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"I hope so too. I'm sure he is." Kitty appreciated that warning, as she'd just opened her mouth to ask for tea, as the coffee at home was awfully gritty and bitter, "It'll be coffee then. With milk, if there is any."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Not that the coffee is terrific either, but it's not nearly as awful as the tea is capable of being." She fetched some milk, poured out coffee for herself and Kitty, and led the way to one of the tables.

"So tell me a bit more about where you came from," Una said. "When did you first hear the call of the stage?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty picked up her coffee and sat herself at the table, then considered how to answer this question, given that she was still, in theory, a man. She didn't particuarly want to lie any more than was necessary, though, "Oh...I don't know exactly. I was brought up by my grandmother, who taught me all the songs and dances and so on. She didn't really want me to go into the theatre, she just thought it'd keep me occupied. But one day, I was...well, I was getting very sick of her, and when a travelling show, you know the sort that went from small theatre to small theatre, came into town, I press ganged them into letting me go with them. Or I kept trying with different ones until one took me." Pressganged meaning that she finally realised that dressing up as a man might get her somewhere on the stage that just being a small, flat-chested girl couldn't.