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Date & Time: November 7th, 2256
Location: Paris, France.
Characters: Kanaya Maryam speakveryclearly & Heath Burns hotdate
Summary: MISSION! Screwing over UE's chemical weapons chances with the power of bureaucracy!
Warnings: Teenagers and probable fires.


[Heath absolutely leapt at the opportunity to get off the moon base for a while, to get out of the stifling plastic cage that had been his home for almost two months. Even more tempting was spending it with a girl. Like heck he could ever turn something like that down. The human disguise, however, was a major downside. Though he knew from experience that normies got really antsy around monsters, so it was probably for the best.

So now he stands in Paris, glancing around, looking just like any regular normie]

This place looks almost identical to Scaris. The normies really did make their side of the city look exactly like ours. Talk about no imagination.

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[hotdate]

But it's still a world.

[Man this whole thing sucks] We really need to figure out how to stop this.

[speakveryclearly]

[Nod.]

It can't just keep going. For now the worlds are sitting quackbirds - or dominoes, maybe - in a row waiting to be knocked out, and then it won't even be possible for us to be brought out of the carnage and placed into position anymore.

[hotdate]

Quack bir- oh you mean ducks?

...And yeah, I guess they are.

[speakveryclearly]

Yeah. Ducks. [Not reiterating the other thing she said, she continues to walk along the dark Rue-Not-Boo Something. It has begun to dawn on her, not just figuratively, that she has no idea where this path ends.]

[hotdate]

[She might want a quiet moment, but Heath isn't good at that, so he'll just fill the silence with mindless chatter, don't mind him]

You know, the last time I was here, I ended up in the catacombs.

[speakveryclearly]

[She wrinkles her nose, curious and distracted but not expecting the inquiry.]

They have catacombs here, too? As in underground bomb shelters?

[hotdate]

Pretty much, except way older than that. Some of my friends were imprisoned down here by this evil fashion mogul.

[speakveryclearly]

Oh, how dare she give fellow fashionistas a bad name. Did you break them out or are they still there?

[hotdate]

We broke them out. Me and my bros managed to find them. And we totally got back that psycho fashion lady. She wanted Clawdeen to like...make her designs in fashion prison so she could take credit for them.

[Yep. Really]