tushanshu | Verse 01

[The feed opens up on a...pretty beat up redhead. Dried blood, bruises starting to form, cuts and scrapes, everything short of bullet wounds, really.

Those were healed before he woke up.

It takes a second for him to realize that he got it to start recording and he blushes a bit. Not that you can tell with all the bruising and whatnot, but. He looks like any beat-up 19th century Frenchman: dirty, bloody shirt, bloody blue waistcoat...basically, he didn't bother to clean up before figuring out this console.

When he speaks, his voice is fairly soft and he's terribly awkward, and not just because he's talking into a box]

The gentleman who brought me here said I could use this...device to contact others in the city. Does...is anyone else here from Paris? If so, are you familiar with Les Amis de l'ABC? My name is Jehan--Jean, but I prefer Jehan--Prouvaire, and I need to know if I'm the only one of us here. If I am not, could you please direct me to my friends?

[Don't ask if he wants to be alone here or not. He couldn't tell you]

I also need a doctor, please. I don't think I am in any danger of dying now, but I would rather not risk it.

Ah...thank you.

[[ooc: for those of you not familiar with French, "Jehan" does has a different sound than "Jean"]]

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I wonder...

[Excuse him, he's gone off into his own world for a moment, thinking about what that could mean. He comes back in a few seconds, though]

Oh, excuse me. It is a bit comforting, knowing that there are people here from a similar culture. Everything here is so different. It's...disorienting.

That much I understand. I was in a position very similar to yours when I arrived- hurt [he doesn't quite want to say 'dead'] and bereft of those that I cared for. If it is any comfort, folk here are kind.

Truly, if there is aught I can do I will.

[He nods, still smiling a bit]

Thank you, monsieur. I will keep that in mind.

Do not hesitate to ask. I have too much time on my hands here.

The...citizens who found me mentioned jobs?

[Did the ones who got Alcuin not or are they just dull?]

I think if you are injured you shouldn't have to work. I am trying to find something that I can do, but I was not raised with a great many useful skills.

[He's a bit wry about that.]

[Jehan knows that feeling]

Unless there's a demand for poets or students, I imagine I'll find myself in a similar situation.

Oh, are you a poet? My lover was a poet back at home.

[He seems delighted by this news.]

I am--Romantic poetry, namely.

[Jehan doesn't really care who someone sleeps with but please do not hit on him right now]

Does Terre d'Ange have Romanticism?

[Don't worry, he's still madly in love with said lover.]

I don't believe we do, but I would love to hear some when you feel well enough.

I'd be delighted to read some, then.

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