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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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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."

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"I feel more at ease knowing I won't be meeting Madame la Guillotine for being truthful," she smiled in relief and it was true. As witty as he thoughts may be, at this time, it was a danger to open your mouth. In the back of her mind she couldn't stop thinking about the Marquis de St. Cyr and his family, and the role she unwillingly played in their death.

Pushing those thoughts aside she turned to her companion, "If you mean what year is it, then when I left it was 1792. I'm not sure what is know about what happened," she explained looking at him. "So I'm not sure what happened, happens? Well, in any case, there is someone called The Scarlet Pimpernel. He seems to be ruining many of the French plans. He saved someone very dear to me in fact," she smiled at the memory of Suzanne.

"Oh? Shall we look then?"

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"You are free to speak your mind, madame. Especially here." He nodded quietly, actually paying attention, "I had guessed 92 or 93, to be honest. And...the Scarlet Pimpernel." That, like her husband's name, rang a bell in his head. One from years ago, in Paris, carefully making notes on things like historical perspectives through literature... Oh, yes, it was an awful piece of literature which pandered to the aristocracy. But that wasn't real. Maybe it was legendary, or something similar.

He realised he'd been lost slightly in his own thought and confusion, "It must be rather difficult for one man to ruin so many people's will." He was trying to be diplomatic, whilst he was trying to figure this out, "I can tell you, though, it is the French people that guillotine Robespierre and put an end to it."

"Anyway, we should have a look, yes." He turned into what he had correctly assumed was an empty shop, "We should find a way upstairs, somewhere."

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"Thank you." Marguerite smiled at him watching his face as she mentioned the Scarlet Pimpernel. Did he know who he was? Did history know? Would he tell her? It's not like she could do anything with the information.

"Well, no one is sure who but it seems that whoever the Scarlet Pimpernel is, that he has help. I think it daring honestly, the people he saved were families. As much as I loathe the aristocratic ways of life, I cannot hold a child responsible," she confessed. Children were wonderful, marvelous things, that she wished to have one day. "He does!?" Marguerite cried, her eyes going wide. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That is--oh la!" She cried happily.

"Is that the door, over there?" She asked looking around the empty place. "So to buildings just appear over night?"

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He was about to say something intelligent when she kissed him on the cheek, which paralysed him into grinning sheepishly for a second, "I've never known someone be so pleased for someone's death," it was said with good nature, as there were probably a few people in his world who's death would be met similarly. "Although zeal is always a dangerous thing, that is for sure. And I don't think many in France try to excuse the worst of the Terror."

"Possibly. And not really, there's just a lot more buildings than there are people, I suppose." He tried the door, and finding it open, held it for her.

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"It serves him right. Many people went because they wouldn't do what they wanted, things turned families against each other. He got what he paved his own way to." She explained. Nodding she agreed. "Nor should they,"

"Oh, I see. Thank you," Marguerite smiled at him as he held the door and she lifted her skirt so she wouldn't trip on the stairs as she walked. Looking around she smiled, it was small, but cozy. "This could work," she smiled looking around.

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"History is full of people that get tastes of their own medicine, and mostly deservedly so." Following her up the stairs, keeping his eyes fixed on the step in front, out of politeness, "You don't have to stay here, either, I'm sure there are other places avaliable, this was just the first one I came across. Not bad, though, about the same size as mine."

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"Oh, yes well. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep looking," Marguerite figured, looking about the rooms to see what it offered. "When you mentioned furniture, it is all modern, no?" She asked hoping that since the park had the gall to make her stay that they'd give her the furniture she wanted.

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"More modern than what I'm used to, I must admit. It's more a case of what you can come across." He shrugged, as it wasn't a big issue to him, he knew full well he would have been sleeping in a car if he wasn't a member of the government back home.

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"Oh," Marguerite sighed some what melancholy. She was hoping to have a little bit of home that way, but it seemed to be planning otherwise. "I understand. I can make do with whatever we find then," she smiled trying to be positive about the whole thing.