did_i_say_percy: Charlie Cox (Casanova 2005) wrapped in a blanket, looking upward (cold)
Armand St. Just ([personal profile] did_i_say_percy) wrote in [community profile] outer_divide2013-01-23 06:54 pm

001 [video]

[Armand found his clothes and the communicator and his way as far as the base of the ramp exiting the ship. The utter unfamiliarity of the landscape hit him hard, and he didn't make it much further yet. So he fiddles with the device until his fingers find the combination he wants, though he has no idea why he knows it.

The tip of his nose is already red from the cold. He speaks with a noticeable French accent, and his voice is pleasant and cheerful, at least for the moment.]

I'm game if someone wants to tell me the trick. This is hardly England, nor France either. And it wasn't this cold last I knew.

[A pause, as he looks around yet again. He's not wearing a jacket over his shirt and waistcoat. Apparently he didn't have one with him when he was spirited from there to here.]

I'd go back inside, but it doesn't seem hospitable in there. I can see a city, but it looks a fair way off to walk. Is that where I should go?

Has anyone seen or heard of Sir Percy Blakeney or Marguerite St.--I mean Lady Blakeney? If you have, could you tell them I've been found though I don't know how I was lost this time? It's not my fault, anyway. I'm Armand. St. Just, that is. Margot's my sister.

The short of it is that I'm cold, and if I should just go back inside for a bit, I will, but I'm hoping to hear of a better alternative.
professorwolf: (gentleman)

[personal profile] professorwolf 2013-02-15 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, it is the least I can do. I was as lost as you are now, when I first arrived, and I have quite a bit more experience behind me than you do.

[He offers Armand his hand.]

I look forward to seeing you again about the city, Mister St. Just.
professorwolf: (smile)

[personal profile] professorwolf 2013-02-17 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[What a polite boy. Lyall shakes warmly, for all his palm is a bit cool, then smiles.]

Good luck with your hunt. Good day, Mister St. Just.

[And with that, he's off. He probably has more paperwork to get to, and perhaps a nap to catch....]