to paris with love

[coeur_de_lion]

Alli's school is not a terribly interesting school. It is, as far as Alli is concerned, a perfectly boring and average school in all possible respects. But some alumnus went and made themselves a bunch of money, and apparently they think it's a good idea to spend some of this money on "improving the cultural exposure of today's youth". (Alli has never met the alumnus in question, much less heard them speak, but she persists in picturing this spoken with a haughty British accent.) What this means for Alli is that she and a number of other 'deserving students' are being shipped over to France for free for a week. Alli's not quite sure why she counts as deserving- because her mom's single, maybe?- but she's hardly complaining. It's a free trip to France, after all.

In her usual style, Alli packs an hour before she has to leave and ultimately makes it out the door only ten minutes late after forgetting at least three vitally important items (her eyeliner!). But she makes it through Pearson security with plenty of time... well, more like barely enough time. But the important thing is, she's safely ensconced in her seat when they take off.

Once she's gotten her bag stowed and her legs rearranged in a doomed attempt at comfort and generally considers herself suitably settled, she turns to her seatmate. "Is your brain doing an Eeeeee France! thing too?"

Comments

[hatchedplan]

"Sure. Thanks."

[coeur_de_lion]

"Wicked. Back in a sec!" And Alli heads in the direction of pastries.

[led_to_water]

Emma scoots around the table until she's taking up the spaces behind the table rather than the spots to the side of her. "Better? Can you fit okay?"

[hatchedplan]

"Yep. Non-biped-high-five." May holds up her hand.

[led_to_water]

Emma is slightly startled by this, but May can have a shy high five anyway. "You're, um. Adjusting okay, then...?" she asks tentatively.

[hatchedplan]

"I mean, it's a shock? Especially since Alli's never seen one of me before and I haven't looked through the library yet. But I'm rolling. So to speak."

[led_to_water]

"I read kinda a lot; if you want to change I might recognize you?" Emma offers.

[horsefeathered]

"Soooo very a lot," Jenny laughs.

[hatchedplan]

"Rather not. Doesn't interact that well with the chair."

It's time to play Let's Use Disability To Hide Ostensible Extinction!

[led_to_water]

"Oh. Um... sorry."

[coeur_de_lion]

Alli wanders back, two croissants in hand. She places one on the table in front of May and steals the remaining empty chair for herself. The metal frame makes a creaking, scraping sort of sound as she shoots it closer to the table. "There you go, May. Merde, that sound's annoying." She glares at her chair momentarily before refocusing on her food. "So! What'd I miss?"

[hatchedplan]

May picks up her croissant. "Thanks! I have invented the non-biped-high-five and explained that going fullform doesn't cooperate well with my chair."

[coeur_de_lion]

"Lions aren't bipeds, do I get to join in this high five business?"

[hatchedplan]

"You are sometimes a biped," says May loftily. "If you really want I will let you."

[coeur_de_lion]

"You are sometimes also a biped! But you can keep the high fives for when I am actually a lion if you want."

[hatchedplan]

"I am seldom a biped. I avoid it much of the time. I am typically a wheeled vehicle."

[led_to_water]

"How do two legs even work?" Emma asks curiously. "Isn't balancing hard? Don't you... tip, or something?"

[hatchedplan]

"I do! Hence the chair. They don't, ask them how it works."

[coeur_de_lion]

"Medallion magic?" Alli suggests facetiously.

[led_to_water]

[coeur_de_lion]

"Ah, merde. Sorry!"

[horsefeathered]

"Alliiii," Jenny complains.

[coeur_de_lion]

"I'm sorry! I said I was sorry! I forgot!"

[led_to_water]

"S'okay," Emma mumbles. "I'm used to it. Well, um, mostly."

[hatchedplan]

"You don't get a medallion for... reasons?"