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[crownless]

we're supposed to be spies or something right? some kinda espionage deal?

ok heres what ive learned abt France

- no cake
- guillotines still cool tho
- people wont shut up
- clothes are itchy
- the french like to Break shit
- bathrooms are fucking gross i want to take a dump in a NORMAL TOILET

youre ALL WELCOme for the intel now when do we get to take down actual informatns??? damn

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[crownless]

Wow. I've never been to Europe, period.

[Travis crunches thoughtfully and shoots Arthur a curious glance out of the corner of his eye.]

You cruise your flying car around Paris much, then, future guy?

[pointedlook]

Can't say that anymore, since you're in Europe now.

[ Look on the bright side! Even though this is hardly a vacation and more... well, a war zone. ]

No, the streets are too narrow. [ He doesn't look at Travis, instead gazing out at the city. It's a joke of course, but he's just gonna let it sit between them to see where it goes. ]

[crownless]

Thanks for that, Captain Obvious.

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I'd never been to Europe until now, I mean. [a beat.] And I don't know if you're bein' sarcastic with that. Seriously. You really have flying cars?

[Like... he's seen a total of one... but it was owned by a wildly rich dude, so it's an exception to the rule.]

[pointedlook]

Anytime.

[ Arthur quirks a small smile as the suspicion sets in. If he were a less good person, he'd toy with the flying car thing. But, he's not interested in conning his own team members. ]

Unfortunately not. Electric ones, yes, thanks to Tesla motors. [ If he ever stayed in one spot long enough maybe he'd get one of those. Or if he ever got away from COST. ]

You said you'd never been to Europe before now; where are you from?

[crownless]

Damn. Way to crush my sci-fi dreams.

[The annoyance seems to fade. He's hot-headed, certainly, but Arthur's too matter-of-fact to be pulling his leg anymore. (He thinks.)]

Sunny California. Not L.A. like everybody imagines-- s'the middle of nowhere. [Even though it's been gifted to him, Travis offers Arthur a bit of the rations he's been given. Feels weird, being the only one eating.] When they told me I'd get a change of scenery, I wasn't exactly expecting this. How 'bout you?

[pointedlook]

Sorry.

[ It's a knee-jerk apology. One that is said simply because– Travis doesn't seem all that annoyed at any rate. ]

A little of everywhere, but originally California, coincidentally. [ So they have that in common at least. Arthur shakes his head at the food offering. He's had plenty for the day and Travis had seemed pretty desperate. ] Just outside of Los Angeles, closer to Pasadena and all the hills.

[ The ones that set themselves on fire seemingly every summer. ]

I wasn't expecting this at all; they tricked me into it. Said it was a job offer in my field and that they wanted to talk. One minute I was in a cafe and in the next... [ He trails off, gesturing vaguely to the layout of France before them. ]

[crownless]

No way? Small world. Er, universe.

[There's no way in hell he's heard of Santa Destroy and Travis already knows it-- so he doesn't even try it.]

Tch. They seem shady. For me? My last contract had just run out. [so to speak; he'd gotten his revenge,
and his agent and the woman he'd been head over heels for had disappeared into the blue yonder, dumping him ass-first onto the pavement.] I got smashed, and an agent came up to me and gave me the offer of a lifetime. 'Least you got tricked: I was stupid enough to agree to it.

[pointedlook]

It seems to get smaller and bigger all at once.

[ Something like paradox. But here with COST, it's possible. ]

This will only be stupid if they end up being something they didn't advertise as. [ Which is what he's nervous about, on the whole. ] Though, how smashed were you?

[ Another subtle joke??? ]