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It had been an unnatural day. Not only long, but trying in every sense of the word. Marguerite managed to find an empty bench and thought it as good as any for a little rest. She had no place of her own to go to, and no doubt in her mind Percy would turn her away. After moving about to get comfortable she finally managed to lay her head on her puff of skirts. The un-abiding light, however, seemed to make dozing off for a short while an unbelievably difficult task to do. Finally able to set her fan up enough to block some light, she found herself dozing off.

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"He talks. I think all of the rules of being a mouse can be dismissed. Maybe someone controls the mouse and has such preconcieved notions, it is difficult to say. Either way, you are quite right, it is preposterous." He was doing his best to find out, though, or to understand, "I always make a point of making time to listen to people whose company is worth it, and trust me, yours certainly is."

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"Perhaps, it is quite odd don't you think that someone would pick a mouse to host us. Of all things, a large mouse? Odd that," she remarked, quite glad to have someone to talk to and actually agree with her. Marguerite felt her cheeks becoming flush at his words. "Thank you, that is," she smiled, fanning herself. "That is the sweetest thing I've heard in a very long time."

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"It hardly looks like a real mouse, at that. Like a drawing, or a cartoon...which is quite difficult for me to explain, now I think about it." He smiled, very pleased with the reaction he got, then decided it was worth attempting to explain, "They have drawings, and they move, oui? Like they have a way now of recording plays and things so they can be watched again and again...they also have an odd way of doing it with drawings. He looks like one of those." Sweetest thing she'd heard in a long time? What sort of husband did she have? "And you're absolutely welcome, by the way. Although it does sadden me to hear that that is the case."

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"Very true. Cartoon? Perhaps some sort of magic?" She suggested. What else could it possibly be? She listened to him and tried to understand. "Oh, no, no. It's just that, it's been quite difficult really," she explained to him. Even if Percy didn't want to be her husband she still loved him and didn't want to make anything difficult at the park they were now stuck in.

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"I've found that just suspending any kind of disbelief is the best way to retain any kind of sanity about such things, personally." Beaufort looked up, as he had been expecting something like that, but was still interested and concerned, as he understood the frustrations of relationships. "Ah, oui, I've certainly been there, admittedly, not with a wife, but I know how difficult such things can be. Probably in an entirely different context, as well."

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"All right then, I'll have to trust you on this then. For I have no personal or second hand knowledge of, car-toons?" Marguerite admitted with a smile. It was easier to talk of that than of Percy. "No? Surely someone as gentlemanly as yourself as someone," she insisted with a nod. "Yes, completely different. I am not always sure of it myself,"

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"Well, to be perfectly honest, I have very limited knowladge of so many other things here compared to some people. I am still struggling how people from your time cope." Beaufort mentally stumbled over her next comment, and did his best not to smile sheepishly, "I did, but...well, I was fed up of being used for my position. It was just getting ridiculous." He had left that behind him, as when he was brought here, he'd swallowed it deeply in order to do his job. "It's a shame...I know not all women are like that." It just had to be the one he was obsessed with that could manipulate him.

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"Now isn't that how it is for everything? You may not know so much on one thing as someone else does, but you probably know more about something else. No one knows everything, some people just think they do. And that is how wars are started," she explained with a smile. "Cope? It isn't that bad, politics aside. Unless that is what you're refering to," she thought outloud.

Marguerite nodded to herself when he spoke. "I understand that very well myself," she explained. Her past situation was somewhat different, Chauvelin used her as much as she used him. "No, I promise you, they're not."

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"Wars are a very complex affair, in my experience, but that probably does have a role somewhere. If wars were only that simple, I do suppose." He shrugs, not particularly in the mood for a long political debate on the subject, simply because that seemed too much like home. "No, I more meant how you cope going from the 18th Century to here...the 21st, I believe. It must be difficult."

Smiling, he sighs in mild relief, "It's good to know that it was just her that screwed over every man she met, often all at the same time. Although sometimes, I wonder if she was as naive as we were, simply because she thought she could get away with anything. I have hope for the female population of this park, though, I must confess." Meaning - her.

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She was trying to be clever but seeing what his job was Marguerite supposed she understood why he took it so seriously. "Oh yes, well that," she nodded, "It hasn't really hit me quite yet. Besides meeting a, a robot," she explained trying to remember the word. "It's all sort of, it seems unreal. I guess I assume that I'll wake up soon." She smiled.

Marguerite felt like she was hearing things she wasn't supposed to. "Oh?" What else could she have possibly said to him about the woman? "Well, a new situation with new people often helps someone over the hardest hurdles, I think."

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"There's a...robot? Have you met any of the time travellers?" He'd only met Una, but there was something odd about Jenny and he guessed there were more around. "I assumed that, and I'm still waiting. I just hope I don't wake up in a white room."

Beaufort realised he'd done an incredibly clumsy thing and jumped on the nearest opportunity to get some of that off his chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rambled on, it wasn't fair of me to do so. But if you're right, that could be a positive to this place. An absolute positive." He smiled at her slightly and sat back on the bench, significantly more relaxed about this.

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"Oui, Chii is her name. So it's a real thing? Robot that is?" She asked him surprised he'd heard of it too. Not that the girl would lie, but what an odd thing. "Time travellers? I was unaware there where such things. In this situation, aren't we all time travellers as you call them?" Marguerite quirked an eyebrow at his mentioning of a white room. "What is wrong with a white room?"

Smiling at him she shook her head, "La!" She smiled. "I just wish I had something more to say. I am so sorry to hear of your experience," she insited. "In times like these we must always look to the positive things,"

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"I...have never heard of them, but I don't suppose they would be impossible. What with time travellers..." He'd given up disbelieving anything he heard of here. Someone could have probably convinced him that the world was going to be eaten by a spaghetti monster in their home, and he'd have thought it possible. "I suppose we are all time travellers, yes. And a white room...I meant, they'd have locked me up for being insane."

"Even so, I'm sure it's nowhere near as complicated as yours sound. But we must find the good in things, oui."

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Marguerite listened as he went on. Jean-Etienne seemed so calm about the whole thing, she supposed it was from the time he spent doing his job but it was miraculous. "Zooks! A white room? Is that where they lock up the insane?" Things have improved if what he said was true.

Marguerite didn't like to think about her own situation, particularly in front of others but it was comforting to know someone had been through something like he had and made it through. "Yes, well, one must never compare situations. Things are always different which is worse depends on who is going through it, no?"

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Jean-Etienne had to be calm, because otherwise he had to come to terms with the fact he'd completely lost his mind. He was good at being thrown into entirely strange situations. Admittedly, this was weirder, but more peaceful than Bordeaux. "I wouldn't actually know, but I hear it's accepted practice."

Ah. She didn't want to talk about it, which was entirely understandable, "Entirely true. So, where are you actually going to live?"

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"No, I suppose you wouldn't. That is a far cry from what I am used to. A step up I suppose, well I hope." Just because a room had a ceiling, walls and was painted didn't mean it was that much better. The horror stories she'd heard were enough to give her nightmares.

"That is a very good question. I haven't given it much thought really," she explained. A slight lie really. She knew she couldn't live with Percy, he didn't want her. "My first priority was to get some sleep, but that aside I should look I suppose. Where would one begin here?"

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"Well, it would be, compared to your time, I suppose." He didn't know much about it, it had never been his responsibility or curiosity to know.

"To be perfectly honest, I just looked for a nearby building, then saw if it was empty. Then you sort of claim it and find some furniture, which there's plenty lying around here and there, and it's pretty much yours." He shrugged, then offered after a moment's thought, "If you'd like some help, I'd be most happy to."

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Marguerite felt relief flood through her at his offer of help. "That would be most appreciated, any help would be wonderful. But don't trouble yourself too much at my expense," she insited with a smile. "Where do you suggest then?"

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He smiled at her generously, "Ah, non, madame, it would be my pleasure, don't worry about that." Breathing in and taking a casual look around their surroundings, "Well, there seemed to be plenty of room near where I live on Main Street." Which may or may not be true, but there was certainly an ulterior motive there. Not to mention it's a reasonable distance from where...some other people live."

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"Monsieur Beaufort, you are far too kind." Marguerite smiled at him. "Main Street?" She repeated, looking about the area as well. She looked over atthe map near them and noticed the distance between her and Percy. Percy. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, no? "Right in the center," she noted. A perfect place for someone looking for distraction. "Main Street it is then,"

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He grinned and got to his feet, straightening his jacket a little, "In which case, madame, should we go and explore? I'm very sure there's a few places you can stay." He hoped. His memory for who lived where was not particularly good, and that was just for the people he'd only just met.

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There was a change in his countenance that made Marguerite smile. "That would be simply delightful. Do lead the way then, sir." She smiled his energy infectious.

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He headed in the direction of Main Street, enthused by having someone who got on with him here at last, and a beautiful woman too. Making sure she was still with him, he momentarily tripped over the edge of some paving, but kept his balance, "Can I ask, if you're comfortable answering, that is, for your thoughts of the revolution? I will try not to judge you by a historical standard, I promise." He was curious, he had to admit.

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She followed him as they walked towards what she assumed to be Main Street. Marguerite saw that he was about to trip and grabbed his arm as he steadied himself and kept his balance intact. "Hum?" She asked, listening to his question. She took a deep breath for a moment to gather her thoughts. It was by no means an easy question, particularly for her. "I am of the mind that money and titles may be hereditary," she say, "but brains are not."

"That is to say," she went on, "that the idea is spot on. But I feel that where I left at least, it was a hunt for blood."

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He smiled at her when she caught his arm, but quickly turned to her answer to the question. Well, she was more Republican than he had originally thought, which he definately appreciated. He had been worried she might think him awful for the way he thought about it, as part of his history.

"I see. Firstly, thank you for actually talking about it. I...I would hasten to talk about my time, and my role in it, so easily." Probably because he screwed it up royally in places. "And...I, well, all I can ask you now, I suppose, is where you fit into the whole...period. If you don't mind, I'm just curious, as it is not often one gets a first hand account of these things." He pauses and looks up, "I think, the next place on this side is empty."