burns_so_brightly | First Stanza: [Action/Written]

[The gentleman walking out of Community Building 1 does not live there, and in fact didn’t even walk in there in the first place. He’s dressed in a suit, tie, and trench coat and is tossing a fedora between his hands. Julian Bell walks through Luceti with a smile, as if this is nothing more than an exceptionally lucky day. He’s keen to explore and peers into every shop, sometimes actually going inside. The library holds his fascination for some time, and he’s delighted to find his own published books of poetry there (even if he’d admit it’s a faintly narcissistic pleasure).

He eventually sits down at the tea shop to read, looking for all the world like this is a vacation day and not the day after his death. That part, he’ll address once this actually sinks in.

At night, he’s at Cloud Nine, enjoying a Scotch on the rocks and a cigarette and listening to the music. For a crappy oppressed town, this place is doing very well!

Eventually, he works past an unusual (for him) nervousness and writes over the journals.]

Am I allowed to take any empty flat, or is that supposed to be assigned?

-Julian Bell

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[ the kind of mind she knows too well. ]

Well? As a heads up? We're planeless, here.

Bombless, too, I should hope.

So far? So true.

So what are the wars here like?

Eerily scheduled. Very territorial. We get drafted to go on them.

Then there's no choice in it.

[Despite the Marxist nature of the village, the Malnosso sound positively fascist.]

Choice is something we don't get much of, Jules. So grab your agency where you can. There's some wisdom from me to you.

[They reach the restaurant, and Julian will take his turn to open the door for her, mulling a bit on her wisdom.]

[ she turns on her heel -- walking backwards into the restaurant so she can still see julian as she enters. ]

You do get to pick your address, though. Have you done that yet?

No. Had other things on my mind. [He follows her in and shuts the door.]

...There are no elevators in the apartment complexes so -- another bit of advice? Aim low. First three floors. Unless you're really aiming to woo the local population with a set of bodybuilder's legs after all those flights of stairs.

I like the top floor. Gives a better view. [Okay, picking a table now.]

[ she sits across from him. ]

There are...what? Eight floors in those buildings? Have fun with that. I don't even like climbing that many steps.

I don't plan to spend too much time in a little flat, all by myself. If I'm stuck here, I'd rather be doing something.

Doing something? Something like what?

Well, maybe someone would be interested in a philosophy club. I was thinking about it in the tea shop. And there's a school here, isn't there?

A club. For philosophy?

Oh, that's cute.

[Okay, so he said something lame. Maybe. He tries to explain.]

It isn't really a club for philosophy. Just...people, thinkers, gathering and sharing thoughts. Philosophy, politics, religion, what have you. I thought the tea shop would be a good place for it.

Aren't those all the things your mother tells you to never bring up at the dinner table? A tea-shop table probably counts.

I've been in societies very capable of discussion without...well, without much bloodshed. [A boyish grin.]

How...civilized. What about the non-thinkers. Are they welcome, too?

[ this was more harmless flirting. buffy isn't really the society type -- but she doesn't want the conversational well to go dry. ]

The pretty ones, yes. [He beams at her, not believing for a moment that she's a non-thinker.]

[ laughter. she scrambles to deflect the compliment even as she drops her gaze. ] I'll let the horrible barmaid know that she's expected, then.

I'd like that.

[The server appears. Julian orders two caramel macchiati before turning back to Buffy.]

Where do you work as a barmaid? I must come try your horrible drinks!

Good Spirits. The local watering-hole. The best local watering-hole. Don't let the shady folks over at Cloud Nine tell you otherwise.

[ there's just enough affection in her voice to suggest she holds those shady folks in awfully warm esteem. ]

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