Adventureland, Closed RP

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Booth couldn't find any rest or sleep now. One moment his son was with him, he tucked him in to bed and the next? POOF! Gone. He ran around trying to find him. He went to Bones for help only to find that she too, was gone. He continued his search, maybe they had gone off together? But nothing. Not a trace. After cursing the damn park from here to the moon and back he gave up. Utterly distraught he went in search of a distraction, picking up the sword Sir Percy had found him he went in search of the over dressed and well meaning man.

He used the sword to hack through scrubs and greenery in his way, grunting and swearing as he did. "Damn---plants!"

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Making progress on his script for the newly-founded theatre company, Percy had been anxious to show his dear friend, Mr John Adams, of his accomplishments. Not to mention he desperately would have liked to inform the man of the other progressions he had made having to do with his wife, but unfortunately for Percy he could find no trace of John Adams. Not anywhere.

Perhaps it had been late and the man had been out strolling, but as days passed all hope that Mr. Adams was still present in the Park had passed. He mourned.

It was late when he heard a noise outside the little giftshop he had made into his home. Pushing open his door and letting the warm night hair hit his face and neck sans cravat, he peered out into the dimly-light patio for the culprit. Mr. Booth was spotted traipsing about in the plants. "Heavens," he cried, wandering over. "Dear me, man, what are you doing in the planter?"

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Booth came to a sudden hault. "P--pp--planter?" He looked down for a moment before looking back up. "Oh, I um," He had nothing. Not a word. "I didn't realize." He explained moving out and down before bowing a little to him. "I've been a bit distracted as of late," he explained scratching the back of his head.

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Percy returned the bow, though it wasn't heartfelt at all and merely forced. "Sir," he said quietly. There was a sigh caught in his throat. "As have I, as have I. Please, I could do with some company, would you walk with me to find a place to have a bit of coffee or tea?" He was a magnificent reader of expressions - he assumed Mr. Booth could do with some company as well, else he wouldn't seek him out at such a late hour.

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"Coffee," Booth nodded, he was never one for tea himself. Then again he was hoping for something more, substantail to distract him. After all he just lost his son and his---er, Bones. Booth took a look at the man who offered him his company, something seemed off. His usual meetings were met with more, enthusiasm. "Is it true then? The lovely woman who is opening a, cafe of some sort, is your wife?" To be honest he wasn't sure he believed it. Percy was a nice guy and all, but by his standards outwardly anyways, rather, gay. Then again he was an expert swordsmen so he wasn't too surprised.

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Percy nodded his head and decided to forgo his usual attire, simply sticking to the undone shirt and pair of tight-fitting trousers and boots to his calves. No ruffles tonight, he was too saddened to tie a cravat. He strolled along with Booth, keeping his eyes out for somewhere to dine. "Yes, she is Lady Marguerite Blakeney, and she is my wife." Semi-estranged at that, but Mr. Booth could figure that one out for himself.

"I heard your son was recently admitted into the park," he added cautiously.

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"Lady, 'eh?" Booth said allowed more to himself than to Percy. He wasn't used to the titles and the like. "Quite the lucky man!" Booth declared, unable to keep a slight smirk from his face. But it didn't last very long.

"Yeah," he replied, kicking a rock from his path with much more force than needed. "He was. Parker," he said taking his wallet from his pocket and pulling out the photograph.

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Percy merely nodded his head in agreement with Booth. True, he was quite lucky, but only if one looked at and highly valued outer appearances.

"Was?" Percy repeated. Oh no. He didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. Peering down at the photograph offered to him, he allowed himself to ask what was clearly hanging in the air between them, "Is he gone?" Like John Adams? Like his little ducky friend?

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Booth simply closed his eyes and nodded in response to Percy's question. It hurt too much to say it out loud. He had just gotten Parker back, set up a room for him and everything. "My partner, Bones. She's ---yeah, well both of them." He couldn't protect her. Either one of them.

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"Sink me," Percy merely replied, the colour draining from his face. His son and his dear lady friend, gone, vanished, while he was trapped here without them. "That is too cruel. To have them for a brief moment only to have them taken from you," he said, fully and completely sympathetic to this poor man's predicament. He placed a very gently hand on Booth's shoulder as a steadying gesture.

Percy did not know what he would do if he had lost Marguerite like that. It made him want to run to her straight away.

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((DEAR LADY FRIEND!?! AWWW! Yes, I'm too lazy to get up and go into your room and say anything. DEAL.))

Didn't he know it. "If I see that damned mouse---" Booth gritted out finding it easier to have someone or something to blame right now. "All too brief, I just hope Parker's with his Mother. And Bones---" Please, do not let her be in the hands of that crazy man.

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"They're probably just fine. We can't know for sure, but at least they're not trapped here any longer. They probably just went back home," Percy reasoned. Oh, how he liked to believe that. How he so badly wanted to believe in that. They had walked a long way, and before he knew it they were standing before the Golden Horseshoe. It reminded him of Mr. Adams, and he grew even sadder once again.

"Come, let's have something to drink here," he said gently, pulling Booth along by his arm inside the building. "Sit, I'll get you coffee, sir."

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How he wanted to believe Percy. "You say it like it's so simple." Booth sighed, looking up as they approched the Golden Horseshoe. Booth looked over at Percy and he noted the ever so slight move of his eyes. Odd.

"Oh, thanks," Booth said watching the man as he got them their drinks. "What has you in such a thoughtful mood, might I ask? You don't need to tell me," He hoped for both of their sakes it was something positive.

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"I only say it because I hope it is that simple, my dear fellow," Percy replied, focusing on pouring Booth and himself a cup of coffee and not the whole matter at hand. The truth of it was that his child and his friend had gone missing; there was nothing more serious or heart breaking than that. Percy felt terrible for him.

As he handed Booth the cup of coffee and took a seat across from him, Percy shrugged his massive shoulders. "A friend of mine has gone missing as well."

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Booth took the offered mug from him as he sat, taking a sip and trying not to pity himself. "I do too," Booth nodded putting the cup down for a moment and directing his attention to the man.

There was a signifigant difference in his person when he shrugged, it made it more obvious what a huge man he was. "Damn!" Was all he could utter. "I'm sorry, where you two very close?"

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Percy faintly grinned when he brought the cup of coffee to his mouth, triggered by some memory. It left him as he answered, "We were. Close enough that I revealed closely guarded secrets to him, only to find he has vanished just a few weeks after the fact. Oh, there was so much to tell him too. Zooks, sir, zooks, tis monstrously sad."

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Booth nodded in understanding, not exactly sure what some of the words he was saying meant. "Sorry to hear that," and he was. Booth filed away the mentioning of secrets in the back of his head. Now was not a good time to pry. "People have a funny sort of way of doing that. Leaving when they're needed the most," he sighed taking a sip of his coffee.

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"Not that it was in his control to begin with," Percy began, sipping slowly for this coffee was still unusual and strange to his eighteenth century palate, "but I never suspected John Adams, of all people, would just disappear on me." He pursed his lips. "He had been a most trusted friend here. I am sorry for the loss of him."

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JOHN ADAMS! Booth felt his throat tighten and started began having a coughing fit. Clearing his throat his hand on his chest for a moment. "Mister John Adams? I was hoping to meet the guy," Booth explained. "No, I can see. He seemed like the kind of guy you could depend on."

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He leaned his head forward when Mr. Booth began to sputter and cough. Percy hoped he was not choking on his coffee. "The very same Mr. Adams, if we both mean the famous American diplomat and politician. It is a shame you did not meet him. He has a very sharp mind and tongue." Percy seemed to turn a shade of bright pink at this, though he kept his eyes on the coffee left in his cup. "This is why I say that I hope they return back to their respective homes when their adventure here is at an end."

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Curse it all! "Understandably so, he belongs with his wife and kids. Wait, how old was he? Perhaps just his wife then," Booth rambled allowed. And Parker belonged with him, but obviously someone or something disagreed with that. Booth saw the man change color and despite himself and the crappy situation they found themselves in, he smiled. He prayed that his son was with his mother, and Bones safely out of harms way. "My partner, Bones. Before she came here she was, well she was abducted. I simply hope she's not where she was before."

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"I imagine that he had children at this specific point in time..." Percy offered with a slight shrug of his massive shoulders.

"Your lady friend then?" There was a gentle nod. "My dear chap, it's best not to think of all the unfortunate things that might have befallen those who have left us. There is simply no way of knowing for certain what becomes of those who disappear. For your sanity, my friend, a dose of optimism is for the best."

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Booth nodded, stiring his coffee with his spoon. Wait, lady friend? Perhaps that's oldy talk for partner. Then again, did a male ever team with a female if they weren't married? Booth shook it off. "It's hard to. Not when you've seen so damn much. But I'll try. For Parker, Bones, and John Adams." He said putting down the spoon and taking another drink from his coffee.

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"I know," Percy agreed gently, albeit vaguely. "The world is not a kind place, my dear fellow, but you are here and they are not. It is so difficult to become attached to someone here, only to have them leave unexpectedly. It hasn't happened often to me, and for that I'm thankful, but...it is not pleasant despite the frequency. It is unexpected and it leaves you feeling empty." He knew he was rambling on and thus stopped.

"My friend, you must try, despite how difficult optimism seems."

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All Booth could do was nod in agreement with the man. Booth knew he was right. It was a waste of time and energy to do otherwise. There was nothing he could do from here. "You're right. I know you are. It doesn't make it any easier," he said shaking his head.

"But I'll make the effort," Booth said with a small smile, lifting the mug again and gesturing to Percy. "To your good advice."

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"And that," Percy concluded, "is when being strong-willed becomes useful." He raised his own cup to Booth's and clinked it against the other man's with a gentle smile. "May it remain good advice," he said skeptically, sipping his coffee in turn after the toast.

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Booth sipped his coffee and looked over at the man sitting opposite him. There was clearly more to Sir Percy than what meets the eye, Booth wandered just how much. "Wise words, very wise words."

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"Possibly out of a book of wit I had heard quoted at a dinner party," he said after a fashion, following it with his notorious laugh. "In any case, sir, I shall remain your friend until I am no longer able to stand by your side, for one reason or another." Meaning, whoever should disappear first, Booth or himself. "I am in need of a male companion...one who does not loathe the sight of me, preferably."

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"Of course," Booth agreed, as if it were the most plausible thing. Odd man this one. "I appreciate the sentiment, Sir. And the same goes for me as well. A friend is always a welcomed, particularly in a place like this." Disney park with no kids. Someone thinks they're a funny guy. "Someone here loathes the sight of you?" Booth asked, mimicking his accent, horribly.

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Percy cringed at the accent, making a show with an incredibly fake huff of indignation. He lowered his voice, "It make come as a shock to you, but most people loathe the sight of me! Why, just the other day I had a young boy punch me right square in the face. He knocked me to the ground and I had to tailor my suit, there was such a hole in it."

He tsked quietly. "Then there's the man with the massive amount of hair on his head, he used to be my main enemy up until a short while ago. And, of course, there's some Frenchie who obviously wishes for me to fall into a fountain."

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Booth couldn't help but laugh when Percy cringed. "Seriously? A boy?" Booth wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. The man had quite some stature, this had to be some seriously tall young boy. "Unprovoked? How'd he reach?"

He smiled when Percy said Frenchie. "That's the French for you. I mean, some are nice enough, but anything they don't understand, they hate!" Booth was not really a French enthusist himself. "Well, in my time anyway. And no tactical skills," Booth said shaking his head. "Is this the same guy who was your main enemy, or some French guy here?"

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"He jumped," Percy answered, absolutely without any hint of emotion to give his story away. He'd let the man guess as to whether he was telling the truth or not - he cared little either way.

"Oh, oui, oui," he agreed. Though there were always special cases... "Though don't mistake me, I am rather charmed by the French." He gave thought to Booth's question. It was a good question, to be sure, and one that could be answered in the affirmative on both parts. "A man here," he decided to answer. "Rather rotund fellow, large nose, often is seen with Lady Blakeney."

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"He jumped?" Booth repeated giving Percy an odd look before nodding. He highly doubted it was possible but if the man didn't want to speak on the matter then he was not going to push it. Now.

"Yes, well, there are exceptions," Booth nodded, thinking to himself. His old French tutor for example. "At least in my time, they are either charming, or quite--rude." He explained to Percy, before taking another sip and watching the man think. It was like watching a movie, with the changes he went through. "The Gerard guy!" Booth cried.

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There was a short moment of silence, and then


"Gerard?"

Percy had been calling him Beaufort (or at least a derivative of his surname), but Booth immediately seemed to recognised his description. Was it the same man?

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Percy wouldn't know of Gerard. He forgot. "Um, so, during my time," he explained some what awkwardly, how does one say that the man is an actor but believes himself to be real? "There's this French actor. His name is Gerard Depardieu. He's very well known. Whether or not this guy just looks like him, or is someone he's played I have no idea. I only saw him in passing," he explained to Percy before thinking for a moment.

"And come to think of it, I'm not sure he's done anything as of late. So, it may not be."

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All Percy could do was think on this and shrug. Perhaps Booth was correct in his assumption, perhaps he was not. All Percy knew was that the man obviously fancied his wife and disliked him immensely. "Ods my life, this place is confusing," he remarked, shaking his head and finishing his cup of coffee. He set the mug down with a bit of a frown. "Either way, this man, Monsieur Beaufort is his name, he is rather attached to my wife. I cannot blame the poor man."

He doesn't stand a chance, Percy then thought to himself with a quiet smirk.

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"That it is my friend, that it most certainly is." Confusing, and irritating a--no. Positive thoughts. Booth understood as soon as he went on. He seemed so calm about it, if Booth even dared he'd have thought Percy found it amusing. "If it is of no consequence to you, or to her does it matter? Wait--does he not know that you two are happy together? Is she aware of him, you know," This was quite confusing. And intriguing. And distracting. And well, fun.

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"It's quite complicated," Percy replied, still smirking to himself. "Lud, I was even unsure of things myself until a short time ago. My wife and I were...partially estranged, you see, but we have been trying to fix the situation. I have Mr. Adams to thank for that, bless him where ever he might be now."

He continued, more quietly and with his large frame leaning near Booth, "As unfashionable as it is, I do love my wife, and she loves me. I don't believe my dear girl knows that the man is rather smitten; she's quite kindly, you see, and has a very large heart. I don't envy him, for I doubt his best efforts will get him very far with her." Percy added, "And while he loathes me, I do feel sorry for the poor man. Marguerite is a lovely woman. Lud, a man can so easily fall for her! I regret that she might break his heart some day soon."

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Booth nodded as Percy spoke, keeping up with the story and finally understanding it. "Whoa, didn't know the man had theriputic ablities." Booth mused allowed. Before becoming even more confused.

"Are you telling me that, in the point of time you come from, it's unfashionable to love one's wife? I mean, really?" The thought of something like that, well, it's wrong. Of course he knew historically there were arranged marriages, marriges of convience and the like. "It would seem to me, and perhaps I'm in the wrong frame of mind, but if you are married and you love the woman you're married to, cherish it. Not everyone is as lucky," Booth explained before he continued listening as he leaned in.

"If the man hates you, he clearly won't want to see what's there. Hidden or not, all you can do is sit and wait. She isn't attached to him is she? As a friend, of course."

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Sometimes Percy forgot that not everyone was aware of the ins and outs of society humour and lifestyle. "No, not really," he reassured Booth gently. "It is difficult to explain why that saying became popular in my time." He added a soft smile and shook his head, simply to reaffirm the truth in what he had been saying earlier. Even if it was unfashionable to love Marguerite, he would not care.

"As as friend I think she might be attached. By all accounts he has been very helpful to her, and good to her in this strange place. I...unfortunately was not." He sucked in his breath. "Sink me, I can be quite a fool. Quite an undeserving fool."

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"Ah ha," Booth nodded slowly. Strange times this man lived in. He loved his wife, that was obvious enough. The man seemed different simply at the mentioning of her. It was, well, it was sweet.

"That will make things a little more difficult," Booth said not really wanting to say it. There was clearly something going on here which he had no idea about. "We all do foolish things for the ones we love. Make rash and sudden decisions which make no sense upon later thought." He reasoned, hoping to make the man feel better. "Perhaps, even your wife,"

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Percy rather liked that Booth seemed the romantic sort. It was a shame his son had to be taken away from him, not to mention he found it terrible that his lady friend was gone as well. He was suddenly struck by an ingenious plan and swiftly stored it in the back of his mind for later...use. His handsome friend Mr. Booth would have to have another lady friend.

"Marguerite and myself have made many rash and ill-thought out decisions. We're attempting to rectify this, but of course, it will take some time. I am an optimistic person by sheer profession, so things will work themselves out." He was vague on purpose, but figured this Booth character was just as good as he was at figuring people out with few clues given. All in good time.

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"That you most certainly are. It's good to see someone still has optimism considering being stuck here as we are," Booth said, finishing his coffee. Percy seemed the persistant type and Booth could appreciate that in him. "And I wish you the best of luck with it. I highly doubt the occasion will happen, but if I can help, let me know." It would keep him busy for one thing. As will figuring Sir Percy out.

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He laughed softly, "Considering just how long I've been stuck here, I'd say I have to be optimistic, sir." He gave Booth a very gracious smile. "Thank you, I do appreciate the offer already. The very same goes for me as well. If I can help with anything, anything at all, do not hesitate to mention it."