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invoking
WHERE: Out and about
WHEN: Monday, May 7th
WARNINGS: nope
SUMMARY: Ce'Nedra and Gilbert are going to meet and be fancy.
FORMAT: w/e bro.

Ce'Nedra was still learning about various goings-on within the City. She was sure that it was a process that would never end, actually. The place was filled to bursting with brand new things to do an see. So she made it a habit of exploring a little every day, by herself or in the company of whoever was available, to either expand on the border of what she'd seen or to participate in some new activity.

She'd come across opera while attempting to research popular arts. So she found herself outside of a theatre, walking leisurely around it perimeter and reading whatever material found itself posted. It seemed like an interesting enough affair, in honesty. She'd have to figure out the purchase of a ticket, perhaps see if Rapunzel would like to come along.

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"You certainly seem it." But, fine, she'd drop it if it was such a problem. Although she would keep the teasing smile that came along with the jab.

"Oh!" Something occurred to her a little late. "Who are you, then?"

His face burned with slight embarrassment. He had never taken well to teasing, having been a victim of Break's harassment throughout all the years growing up. And of course, being bullied by his own master. Still, he attempted to make himself appear bold.

"I was just surprised!" he cleared his throat. "Gilbert. Gilbert Nightray." He added after a beat.

"Gilbert Nightray," she repeated cheerfully. It sounded a little odd, but so did plenty of names in this place. She had to stop herself from saying at again just for fun. He didn't seem to take the prodding very gracefully.

"Well, it's always nice to meet another imPorted person, Gilbert Nightray."

Okay, so... Not always, but Gilbert seemed pleasant enough.

"It's nice to meet you... too." He supposed it was true. He felt more comfortable dealing with other imPorts than the wary natives of this world. "How long have you been here now?"

"Oh, goodness." She had to think for a moment, consider what she knew about calendars here versus back home, and it pained her to consider it now that she did. "About a month, I think it is?"

She let out a little, sarcastic laugh. "How dreadful."

He offered a sympathetic look. If she was a queen, she was certainly not accustomed to having to practically fend for herself in this city. He hated how helpless this world could make him feel alone.

"I suppose your home is nothing like this world," he sighed.

"It's not, no." She let out her own little sigh and considered his own manners in asking the question, the way he dressed and carried himself. "Is it much the same for you?"

He shook his head, trying not to dwell on the differences too much. But it indeed bother him a great deal. On one hand, he wanted to find a way out of this place that preferably didn't deal with the Porter directly. (He did not like New Zealand in the end.) On the other, he had to find something to do to at least settle himself in properly this time.

Just until he could finally get out of here, of course.

"Some people have told me I'm from the past." He gazed up to gauge the size of the theater. "And that this is what the future will be like. It's almost hard to believe."

Ce'Nedra looked up as well, and then her eyes wandered to the rest of the buildings around them. Yes, she definitely agreed with him on that matter. This place was remarkable, maybe a little terrifying.

"I'm from a different world entirely, but I know that it's similar to the past of this world in many ways, amazingly so." That's was attempts at research in the library had granted her, at least. "I only wonder if my world could end up like this one. That is a strange thought."

He could barely imagine that some day people would travel into space. Possibly discover other creatures living out there. Really, it all sounded like some sort of adventure novel to him.

"I have to admit some of the technology is incredible. Especially the ones that help cook food. They've been useful."

The idea of space travel is one that hadn't quite met Ce'Nedra's acquaintance. She would think it madness more than fiction, however. With talk of the City's alien invaders still drifting around, perhaps it was the sort of thing that she was pointedly ignoring rather than embracing.

But, yes, kitchen appliances. Again, Ce'Nedra didn't want to seem foolish. She didn't know how most of the items in her apartment properly worked, however. The few that she did know a little about, however...

"I'm not used to cooking at all, but I would have to agree. Tasks are rather simplified here."

Simplified was one way of putting it. Were people just lazy in this world or did it make everything easier? But boiling water was so much faster than it was for him back home...

"Oh, right. You must have your servants do that." He half-mumbled.

"Mostly," she chimed, shrugging. After a moment of thought, however, she continued. "Though, I do think that Lady Polgara, ah, my husband's aunt, is probably the best cook I've ever met. She's hardly a servant of any sort."

She won't mention that she herself has tried cooking and was lousy at it. It was something that took skill, she knew, birth station be damned.

He mulled over a particular question he had in mind. While part of him felt it might have been intrusive to someone's title way above his, he almost felt a need to know how people managed in this world.

He didn't feel he could trust Katurian's words alone.

"Have you looked for any sort of job here yet?" He stuck his hands into his pockets. "Two hundred dollars is hardly worth much here."

"Oh, I know. It's horrendous." If there was one thing that Ce'Nedra was set on learning well in any environment, it was economics. The amount of money given to the people who arrived here would certainly never be enough to live on for very long. She wasn't overly used to budgeting so carefully.

She huffed, setting her hands on her hips, because the very idea was something to look plenty defiant about. "But, no. I haven't. I don't particularly understand how to find any sort of employment that would be remotely suitable."

There was a pompous air to it, but he supposed that was just the way all members of nobility and royalty were.

"If you wanted, you could use the communicator to ask about it. Some of the other imPorts have been helpful."

"I may. I may not have much of a choice in the matter."

She did sound sour about it, certainly. When it came to jobs, the people over the communicator had been less than entirely helpful, which was what she expected people to be. Oh well, though.

"Have you had luck in that?"

"In asking the other imPorts for help?" he paused, a tad bashful now. He felt like a chunk of his pride had been torn out when Donna had had to come to New Zealand and bring him back to the City. "The people I knew from my previous stay have always been helpful."

She raised her eyebrows a little bit, not knowing where the slight change in demeanor was coming from. At his answer, she pursed her lips slightly.

"Well, that's all well and good for you, having been here before," she started, a little snippy, but she paused to smooth her tone. "I'll just hope that perfect strangers are just as kind."

He quirked an eyebrow at the tone. Had he done something wrong? He could never tell right away with women.

"Have you decided on a performance you're going to see?"

Stepping back from conversation of jobs was just as well. She shrugged, reaching up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "Knowing nothing of opera, I suppose I'll pick the most poetic-sounding title and attend that performance."

Brilliant solution, obviously.

"Maybe there's something in the newspaper about the performances. Reviews." They still had those, didn't they? Or had the Internet once again taken over?

Ce'Nedra paused at the suggestion. She knows what a newspaper is. At least, she thinks she does. She's never had a compulsion to buy one, but... She assumes she knows what they are.

"I've never read one. If they have something like that, perhaps I should try it." She smiled, slightly self-mocking. "I'll put it on my list of things I ought to have known about."

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