Who: Marguerite St. Just and OPEN What: Potentially picking up a client? IDK When: 6 May 2013 Afternoon Where: Around Lawrence, the park Warnings: TBD
Waking up next to a man with no recollection on how she had gotten there had not been ideal. Especially an Englishman. Though it had quickly become obvious to Marguerite that she wasn't in Paris anymore, nor was it 1792. That didn't do much to ease her nerves though. Yes, she had apologized for attempting to kill the man who hadn't done anything wrong after all. But it had been survival and a conviction that he'd drugged her. It made sense. Even so, while he had explained the basic principle of what was going on and shown her the strange device, a computer he had called it, Marguerite had eventually decided to find her own room. Just in case Armand showed up. She missed her brother, he was all she had in this world and without him, nothing made sense. Did she feel bad for Percy? Yes. He thought they were married, or at least, the Marguerite he knew. But that didn't make sense. English noblemen did not marry French orphans who sold themselves to get by. Poor delusional fool.
As the days continued to move forward, Marguerite began to grow more and more convinced that she wasn't going to be sent back, regardless of what people were saying. That it would last two weeks assuming she was one of the people 'switched out'. Which would explain Sir Percy's initial confusion. But a lot could happen in two weeks.
"Armand, stay strong little brother, I'll come back, I swear it...."
Sighing, the red headed young woman stared at her reflection in the mirror. She knew all the tricks to make it appear as though she were healthier than she actually was. She had brushed off the cough as nothing more than a cold, because that was all she could afford it to be. And she knew she shouldn't swear something she couldn't be certain would come to pass, but it was what it was. Nor was Armand there to admonish her for it. As such, Marguerite finished doing her hair and nodded. She looked acceptable. If she picked up a client, all the better. They said that it was free to stay in the complex, she could read regardless of what others might thing, but that didn't mean she believed it. Besides, it was familiar and sometimes familiarity was necessary for getting through the day.
Making her way out of the building, Marguerite looked both ways before she started her wandering. It was running into someone who seemed to know her that once again pointed to Marguerite being 'switched out', because they were speaking of things she didn't know and while she managed to go along with it, she really had no idea why they were discussing a performance for a week prior. A performance that must have happened before she showed up here. No. She wasn't an actress, not in that way at least.
Arriving in the park, the Frenchwoman brushed her hair aside before she started watching people walk by, searching out the ones most likely to go for what she had to offer. Because if there was one thing Marguerite knew, it was how to pick out a mark, a client. She could easily pick one up and then make it to the class on this city if she so desired. It simply depended on how the afternoon went. She had already scoped out the city for the best locations. She simply needed the right client for the day.