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Hotel Renaissance, Paris, 13 Jan. 1902
Jan. 10th, 2012 09:32 amA few hours after Jack was released from the hospital -- with a cane, and firm instructions not to do much more than get in and out of bed for at least a week -- he found himself with the unexpected gift of a few hours with only a terrier and an orange cat for company. Sebastien -- or, rather, Amedee Gosselin -- was helping Doctor Garrett on some political mission, and Emma and Mary had been discharged to do some shopping before Ronan arrived.
He couldn't say he minded. While he was in the hospital, the bland surroundings had blunted the effects of his improved senses by not giving them very much to focus on. But even the brief ride from hospital to hotel had been almost too much; the noise of the streets was a roar in his ears, and the scent of the horses drawing the cab had him wondering whether horsemeat was good to eat. Being around people, even people he loved, became quite difficult quite quickly.
Perhaps he was a little changed.
( And lo, a visitor approacheth. )
[OOC: For those who happen to be in Paris. NFB.]
He couldn't say he minded. While he was in the hospital, the bland surroundings had blunted the effects of his improved senses by not giving them very much to focus on. But even the brief ride from hospital to hotel had been almost too much; the noise of the streets was a roar in his ears, and the scent of the horses drawing the cab had him wondering whether horsemeat was good to eat. Being around people, even people he loved, became quite difficult quite quickly.
Perhaps he was a little changed.
( And lo, a visitor approacheth. )
[OOC: For those who happen to be in Paris. NFB.]
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