dizzy_land | 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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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."

"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.

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."

"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."

"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.

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?"

"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."

"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.

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?

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."

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.

"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.

"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."

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."

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."

"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,"

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.

"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.

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."

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