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tapestodiane) wrote2011-03-01 12:20 am
tapestodiane) wrote2011-03-01 12:20 am
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013 [action] - backdated to Friday
[Private to France:] How about that coffee? Any time that works for you. (ooc: we could totally skip right to that and tag as if saturday coffee stuff, if you want?)
[And action, after that:] [Basically Cooper is all over the streets of Goldenrod today. He needs a new coat (there’s a nasty-looking tear in the sleeve of the one he’s wearing right now). And a suit (same there). And some strong coffee.]
[If you run into him, you might notice that he looks a bit different – could be the scratches on his face and general messy state. Coop is ... never in a messy state. Feel free to bother him about this and the fact that he seems generally tense.]
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[There's a definite glint of excitement in his eyes that should be familiar to anyone who knows him and he gestures a bit.]
I never thought I would see something like this. Or this world, but that goes without saying.
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This place certainly is unique. It's definitely not anything like Earth. There aren't enough nightclubs.
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[Hence why everything he does is audio. He misses his tape recorder a lot, actually.]
Maybe you should start or fund one.
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Yes, but where would I start? I don't even know where I would go to rent a facility that could host such things, or what the minimum wage here is, or even if people would be interested. I suppose I could do a survey, but the only thing I know for sure is that this city would be a prime location. And what sort of music would I even play? The stuff here is generally awful.
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You'll figure something out.
[He smiles, a little.]
Either that or it's as they say - some things are just not meant to be. Maybe night clubs is one of them, regrettably.
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I'm sure that there would be interest among us foreigners for a nightclub or two, but I'll have to do my research.
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[Cooper doesn't really answer, instead watching France think.]
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It would be beautiful. So many lights, so many drinks, so much sex...
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I thought you had a partner.
[Lightly teasing, he knows that France probably meant for other people, but hey.]
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Sex is a beautiful thing! Who is to say I cannot still appreciate its delectable art?
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You, good sir, have obviously been deprived. Haven't you ever entered that moment of bliss when sharing yourself with another, that moment when everything is at your fingertips and more?
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[Not uncomfortable with the topic, he clarifies.] I said nothing indicating otherwise. I was merely stating that in my experience few people view it that way or, if they have, they have not vocalised such an opinion.
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No need to be shy. This is France with whom you're speaking. If anyone has made art out of such things, then it would be me.
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I'll take your word for it.
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Although, if you got caught, it was pretty awful at times...
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[Regarding any kind of behaviour that broke any kind of norm, including excessive romantic tendencies.]
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It depended on the genders of the parties involved. And class.
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[Right?]
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In the time that courtly love was... I mean, things were different back then. Nations age differently from humans, anyways, and it doesn't... We don't...
Nations age differently from humans.
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[Cooper keeps forgetting this. Or well, not forgetting - he seldom forgets things - but it's something he's failed to take into account a lot when talking to France simply because he rarely thinks of France as anything else than human.]
[Trying to read (well, hear) between the lines of what France just told him, he takes a chance as to what might not have been said.]
Lost love?
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No one knows exactly how we come into existence. No one has ever witnessed the "birth" of a Nation. One day, we just exist, and, at some point in the future, we'll just won't. We "die," yes, but that doesn't mean we stop existing. Land and people and culture: that is what a Nation is. Without that...
There's an emptiness.
I don't know. When Rome fell, when Charlemagne died and things collapsed--both times, I was very young. I didn't... Maybe I did understand it, but I didn't want to admit it. I wasn't alone, not really. but it was lonely. And I kept trying to fill in the emptiness, and everyone promised they would stay, and I believed them every time, and they tried their best--they really did.
It was beautiful while it lasted, it really was, but nothing lasts forever.
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No, it doesn't.
[He can relate to that, he supposes. Not in the sense of being a Nation and feeling it in that sense, but the emptiness France talks about strikes him as familiar. The emptiness and the people who couldn't stay.]
[He's unwilling to bring that up, though, and instead focuses his attention on the person he's talking to. As he usually does.]
Do you still feel lonely?
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